As for God, His way is perfect. [adventures of the Texas life]: August 2015

There have been many times when I've wondered what love really looks like. Yes, GOD's love the greatest of all, it's perfect. Yet what does real "everyday" loving God & loving those around us look like? Love so wonderful as it is, why is it so painful? Why does love is some ways seem to hurt more than anything else? Or maybe I should say loving & then "losing"? I've cried more tears in the past couple of days because of well you guessed it... love. Love that's been cut off, love that means saying good-bye, love that is being "lost" or at least changed. Yet the other night when I was laying there in pain physically I cried out to God and asked Him to please just give me a hug. He did. The very next night, He sent someone to speak into my life, break down my walls, open their arms & allow God to give me a hug through them. I won't forget that night. So I'm learning the joy in the pain [again]. The importance of being grateful for the gifts God gave & that loving & losing is still worth the pain of not loving at all. [though the wanting to protect myself pain part of me still wishes it didn't hurt so bad] I'm so thankful for a Heavenly Father whose love is constant, that His love is one I won't ever lose. His love is trustworthy! Even if everyone else walks away, His love will still remain. In His love there is no fear. In His love there is freedom. In His love there is a reason to sing. In His love there is beauty. In His love there is healing. In His love there is LIFE. Yet I've never done a single thing that's worthy of that kind of love [God's love] yet He pours it into me [us] so lavishly and extravagantly!

This was written last year... yet these words ring just as true in my heart today.

The hardest part of loving is that in the midst of the beauty there’s also pain. In the midst of the good there’s also heartache. It’s kind of like a rainbow in the midst of a storm. Sometimes I wonder if my heart could get any bigger, if it’s possible to love more people, to love so deep again, to truly care, to have my heart connect with others, yet somehow Jesus comes and I do. I love again, I hurt again, I cry again, I say good-bye [again], I care again, I lose pieces of my heart again, or maybe I should say Jesus does all those things. He loves through me, He cares through me, He takes those pieces of my heart and gives them to others. It makes me miss Heaven more and more. I can’t wait til the day when I will finally be HOME. When I’ll be with my Jesus & Redeemer. My heart will be whole, my body healed, no more good-byes, [ever], no more heart wrenching experiences, no more tears, and forever love. :) Ah yes, perfect love. Not the heart wrenching, tear jerking, breaking your heart into pieces kind of love, but beautiful, redeeming, amazing, healing, faithful, true, deep, strong, everlasting, pure, forever love. I can’t wait to look into the eyes of the One who is love. To see His face, touch His scars, knowing it was His love that made it possible for me to finally be HOME and finally belong.

Change of subject/scenery... Here is a glimpse of "my" world from the sky.