I sit on love-worn leather and stroke my hand across the espresso-table. Memories replay their worth, here.
In this room.
I sit in the silence, reading weight.
Where candles burn flame and hot mugs rest.
Where legs cross in conversation. Tears tumble. Prayers rise.
I see the evidences of deep wounds in discolored wood from the heat, places where coffee was spilt. I see the frayed edge of well-used cushions. Nests that welcome souls to sleep and mend.
I see comfort. Here. In this room.
I sit in the silence, reading weight.
Waiting for His holy whisper...
Those words that burn deep, branding my heart like heat to dark-wood.
May your weekend, dear friends be welcomed with an open heart.
My Suggestion ~ Enjoy having your ear turned to Heaven!!!
Listen for His voice. Wait in the solitude.
Find those moments where He reveals the treasure in the ordinary.
The jewel among the common. The beauty among the ashes.
Great advice. Planning to follow it.
ReplyDeleteThat room in your house sounds & looks so comforting. I love your suggestions. I know I will have a lot of quiet time on my hands now, its heart breaking but I hope to spend that time talking and praising my Heavenly Father.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend <333
Beautiful thoughts~ so inviting.
ReplyDeleteLooking for treasure in the ordinary....great quote!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely!
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