Love and Praise

If I can do nothing else in my life. I can love and praise. I may fumble at this.

I DO fumble. Often.

I let my feelings and racing mind interfere. I do not always understand the heart of others. I sometimes let pride interfere.

But…It’s such a pleasure to simply love. No strings. No shaming. No blaming. No unsolicited advice.

Just show up and listen.

After yesterday’s post, I was thinking about how listening to God has always been such a blessing Even when i think i must be imagining what im hearing.. I am always blessed.. Go to prison and make lifelong friends? Sure.

Move countries? Ugh..but Sure. Play basketball and uno with teens? Sure. Learn yoyo tricks with child soldiers? Sure. Dig for worns with preschoolers? Sure. Pick mud off a rhino? Very cool.

I was a missionary kid. So moving from country to country? Just being open to how life unfolds, giving praise through worship and song, simply loving people one at a time was how my early childhood years were spent.

I never worried about finances, where I would sleep, how I would communicate. I just showed up and made friends.

 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Mathew 6:26

Maybe, just maybe, that is the untamed faith that I am trying to reclaim.

When did I let life tame me?