Tag: love

I Love Ls

~ Barbara ~ 2 Comments

I love the laughter and levity that lightens life.

I love long-time friends who love me well and lift me up.

I love looking, and looking again—lapping up natural beauty, learning from books, and lingering over old photos.

I love licking ice cream cones and lollipops.

I love lilacs, lavender, and lilies of the valley

I love the bright color and tart taste of lemons and limes.

I love sweet lattes, layer cakes, lemon bars, key lime pies, and licorice sticks.

I love the glow of lamplight shining from windows and logs in a firepit with flames leaping.

I love a lazy day of lounging by a lake, lulled by the sound of lapping water.

I love long-lashed llamas, lions and leopards, and the less-familiar lemmings and lemurs.

I love the library (just ask my librarian) and reading written letters on a page,

I love lasagna and lobster over linguine served with long loaves of fresh bread.

I love sitting on a loveseat with my littles, singing lilting lullabies to them.

I love the femininity of lace and lockets and a touch of lipstick.

I love to see locomotives lumber by and the promise of adventure in a stack of luggage.

I love Labor Day heralding school’s return with its list of supplies, new lunch boxes, and shiny combination locks.

I love learning and listening, lying peacefully and longing for deeper understanding.

I love leaves that adorn our landscape with countless shades of green, soon to change color. And I love a new leaf of life that changes our personal landscapes.  

I love the Lord and the love He showers on me that, hopefully leaks out to bless others.

What “L” have I missed? Do you have a favorite?

Finding Hope, 65 Meditations for a Broken Heart

Dwelling and Feeding

~ Barbara ~ 1 Comment

I can’t move on to my next blog post until I share part of a verse that gripped me the other night. It is the last phrase in Psalm 37:3: “Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.”

I laid in bed and turned the words over and over. How does one “feed on” God’s faithfulness? Does it mean think about it? Or thank Him for it? When I feed on food I don’t just think about eating—I’d still be hungry. I thank Him before my meals, but I’m not full until I actually ingest food. How do I “feed on” God’s faithfulness?

You probably see the answer quicker than I did, but just before dozing off a picture flashed in my mind—the picture I posted last week. I saw the birds feeding on my husband’s faithfulness.

They were not deterred by the storm. They were not hiding in their safe places or huddled in a feathered conference. They were freely, innocently enjoying the food faithfully supplied for them.

Lord, let us be that simple. Guard us from the worries and fears that complicate our lives. Give us hearts that readily accept the gifts you freely give, the supply you never fail to provide. We are grateful. Thank you, Lord.

Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.
Psalm 37:3 NKJV

Finding Hope, 65 Meditations for a Broken Heart