Leaning Into Whispers

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Leaning Into Whispers

By Susie Teramura

Flipping through Instagram

I stop to see

She has a

New book

Coming soon.

A new message

To share,

From God’s heart

To mine.

My face breaks

Into a smile

“I cannot wait,”

I whisper to myself,

Hungry for more

Whitespace,

More rest.

There is

More of

Jesus there.

Book arrives

Packaged in hard

Brown cardboard,

Ripping it open,

I rub my hand

Across the cover, slow.

I leaf through

Brand new pages

And read the title

Again,

“Whispers of Rest”

by Bonnie Gray

Letting it

Sink in,

I say it once more

Like a big exhale.

Oh how badly

I need rest.

What a week

It has been,

The irony sets in;

With MRI scans

Blood draws,

Three Dr visits,

College kids

Filling the rooms and

Laundry basket again,

New puppy accidents,

ADHD creating havoc

On test day,

Leaky pipes,

Sagging ceilings, falling

On the leather couches,

The surprises

Keep coming,

So I keep coping,

And I realize that

Rest is a stranger to me,

Or at most, an unacquainted

Very distant relative.

But with book in hand

I have hope.

Bonnie will show

Me the way.

She has traveled

The road,

And is calling back

To my heart

Encouraging me

To rest,

For good things

Are found there.

She writes,

“Be the Beloved”

And tells me

He wants my heart.

That He has

Beautiful things

To give me and to

Give others

Through me.

She says He is

Inviting me to

A new way

Of living,

A way of living

Loved

No strings attached

Then she says

He has

A new name

For me and

That I am

His delight.

And as I read

It’s like I am

Having coffee

With a friend

Who keeps looking me

In the eye

And saying it

Over and over in

A number of different ways,

That I am loved,

And I can rest.

Problem is that

I can’t seem to

Return the gaze,

My face keeps

Looking down.

It feels

More comfortable there,

In the unbelief.

Something about

The embracing of it all,

This extravagant love,

Feels scary

It feels unfamiliar.

But I hear a

Freedom in her voice

And I want it.

And there’s closeness
with Jesus

That stretches my own

And I find myself craving that.

To just be loved

And feel myself

Beloved.

And so I’ve decided to

Say yes

To the invitation

To take the risk

To be ok with

Uncomfortable,

Because maybe, just maybe,

There is a better way.

A way that’s waiting

For me to step into,

A path lined with

Wild violets and

Carpeted with moss,

That’s been there all along but

That my eyes

Are just beginning

To make out.

So I will lean

Into the whispers

That tell me to rest,

And that say

The real work is done.

And then as

The trees bow low

To the breezes that

Touch my cheeks

I will sit

Face to face

With Jesus

Until the quiet becomes

Comfortable,

And His voice, familiar.

And His song

Becomes my own,

And I know

In the secret place

I am His

Beloved.

Psalm 18:19

He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Bonnie Gray’s new book Whispers’s of love comes out today!! It is so good! I highly recommend it! http://www.whispersofrest.com

Apothecary Rose

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I am taking another class called 8 Flowers 8 Ways by Val Webb. She is teaching us eight different techniques to painting eight different flowers. I thought this would be helpful for my big painting (that I am still working on!!) and would maybe give me some ideas for making cards as well. This first one is an Apothecary Rose done in a variation of a Japanese block printing style. You can see the white spaces left make it look like a wood carving or stencil.

Introducing…

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Winston! our new puppy! We picked up 8 week old Winston on Sunday He is an English Mastiff and will grow to be quite big(…actually huge. 😉 But Mastiffs are known to be gentle giants with sweet and slow temperaments. Zoe and I had been praying before bed that God would send us just the right puppy. This breed is hard to find, and it wasn’t looking good. However, my husband who is great at hunting things down, found a breeder in PA who just happened to have one male, fawn color, 8 weeks old left. She said he was spoken for earlier, but the women’s landlord wouldn’t let her have him so now he could be ours! We are so thankful for God’s kindness to us.  So, we are in up all night, out every two  hours for potty training mode and my eyes are fighting to stay open as I write, but I wanted you to meet this cutie as I am sure I will have more words about him…. as soon as he/we can sleep through the night! 🙂

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