mon amie

while licking melting rocket red white blue popsicles, we soar on two swings side by side. your laugh is one of my favorite songs; it’s in the top ten, with waterfall roars & star pops.

I love looking into your eyes, the green flecks I speckled Myself lighting up as we play “i’m going to get you”, running and chasing in field, out of breath & grinning so much our smiling muscles ache.

the clouds witness our friendship, the necklace I gift you—BFF—and the high five pound it, spin, hug secret handshake no one knows but you and me. the number 29, one of hundreds of inside jokes only we know.

You’re my favorite place. our treehouse where we both run, every morning at 6 am, to be together ranks high as well. You whisper me Your secrets. I study Your face. The sun rises, & I do, too. You’re here, & that is

all

I need

to

know.

let’s bake!

use what you’re given.

don’t let those ingredients just sit on the counter! partner with Grace to become what He paid for

spend time standing at the kitchen counter, seeking the directions for the ingredients in the recipe of God

take what you’re given & GO forward in what to do with it

God wants us to advance His Kingdom in the earth

do what you’re told

move forward in faith

don’t grow weary or allow tired

be His

become in the secret quiet

live a life set apart to the King

He is your strength

live IN Him

don’t leave

don’t wander, but stay in the confines of your King, the safety of His walls, the gates of His garden

be His. & through communion, create. let Him use you.

intimacy multiplies.

let Him love through you! the Word of God never returns void. live His way, be faithful to Jesus, & He will multiply Himself into His earth through you. be His

enjoy fellowship, enjoy communion. live a life laid down, in humility & truth

 be His

 there is nothing else. yield to Him & let Him take the things the ingredients He’s put in you& around you, & to make something beautiful.

sometimes you’ll be beaten like whisking batter, or broken like eggs, left to rise like dough or given to the fire like an oven, but no matter the process, trust it’s all for something good, according to the recipe plan of God. & the result will be sweet. it will all be worth it, just trust the One behind it all. know He’s got the plans the design & He, is good.

so trust, rest, be. belong & become. & through rest, find power to multiply as He works through you

partner with Him, seek Him. & the fruit will be sweet