'gather out of stardust, earthdust, clouddust, stormdust, and splinters of hail, one handfull of dreamdust, not for sale.'
Pablo Picasso once said, ‘It takes a long time to become young.’ I say, all it takes is a sing-a-long drive to Wal-mart, 130 fake Avengers & Disney Princess tattoos, and a dream to check off a bucket-list.
‘And I see. At least a bit more. When we find ourselves groping along, famished for more, we can choose. When we are despairing, we can choose to live as Israelites gathering manna. For forty long years, God’s people daily eat manna— a substance whose name literally means “What is it?” Hungry, they choose to gather up that which is baffling. They fill on that which has no meaning. More than 14,600 days they take their daily nourishment from that which they don’t comprehend. They find soul-filling in the inexplicable.
They eat the mystery.
They eat the mystery.
I wonder too… if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness, might actually become places to see.
To see through to God.
That that which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.’ [Ann Voskamp.]
Hallelujahs in the morning, hallelujahs in the night.
I will wait for you as long as I have life, down on my knees where I met you.
‘Cause life is a war fought with tears, but You are the strength I hold onto.
