Thursday, February 23, 2012


DELIGHT....DELIGHT....DELIGHT!  Finally getting around to last weeks 5 minute Friday.  Only a week a late, but done nonetheless.

Strong coffee and sweet cream, sipped in silence and sunshine.

The symphony of laughter that punctuates a car ride with two silly boys telling jokes.

Slipping into a steamy bubble bath up to your chin.

The sound of my daddy's voice on the other end of the phone when the miles between us get in the way.

Matt's arms, anytime, anywhere.

Hot apple pie, and vanilla ice cream.

Having six chairs filled at the dinner table.


Hot sand and blue water.

A book that can hold your attention so long you regret it the next morning.

Deep tissue massage.


Memories of eye winkers, washing machine hugs, and math lessons from the wisest man and my biggest fan.

Grandma's home cooking and my ability to duplicate it.

Lyrics and loud music.


Cinnamon rolls.

Loving my mom in spite of herself.

Friends that meets my needs for every reason, in every season and those that are mine for a lifetime.
Muscle cars.


Sunsets, mountains, and the changing of leaves in the fall.

Weekends at the lake, sleeping in a tent, star filled skies.

Finding love.

Being a mom to the most amazing 4 kids on the face of the planet.

Sundays that start with church and end with family.

Wrapping words up and then spilling them out all over a page.



Trust.  To place your confidence in someone or something.  To rely on and believe in.

Trust.  Easily shattered, broken, revoked.

To trust is to surrender, to open yourself to vulnerability, to erase the doubt.

Trust is the sister of faith.  The two walk hand in hand.  Trusting is easy, until suddenly it isn't.

Betrayal, the ugly enemy that murders trust.  Dishonesty, disloyalty, deception.  Deep, dark words.  Actions that wound us, sometimes leaving us scarred and unable to heal.

From the moment we take our first breaths we must trust.  We trust our mothers to satisfy our hunger, to soothe our cries, to nourish our souls.  We trust our fathers to protect us and lead us.  We trust our siblings to show us friendship, our teachers to educate, our doctors to heal. 

We grow, engaging in friendships, and dancing through relationships.  We hand over hearts to other humans. We trust.

Trust is so easily broken.  Our secrets our shared, gossip gives way, infidelity, substance abuse, lies are told, promises are broken.  When trust has fractured our hearts and shattered our belief, it can be difficult to gather the fragments that are left and begin piecing them back together. 

To heal, to live, to love.....we must first learn to trust, again.
 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6