Specifically Made

“. . . God sat over the dark nothing and wrote you and me, specifically, into the story and put us in with the sunset and the rainstorm as though to say, “Enjoy your place in my story. The beauty of it means you matter, and you can create within it even as I have created you.”

            --Donald Miller

Of Mountains and Motorcycles

 

Do not tell God how big the mountain is—tell the mountain how big your God is.

 

Last night, I could have easily lost my beloved when the sudden leap of a deer caused his motorcycle to be thrown over. The collision caused a grisly scene of man, motor, and animal skidding down a cold, dark road to become reality; how effortlessly serious, life-changing damage could have occurred.

Yet, there was mercy poured down over his dear life. Is he hurt? Oh yes. But is he living? Will his wounds heal? Thank the Lord, yes.

 

 Friends, we would greatly appreciate your prayers on our behalf—prayers for patience,  healing, and grace. Most of all we would appreciate your singing a sweet song of praise to the Lord for keeping him safe.

Go home and hug your loved-one. Remind them with words and actions how much you appreciate them because we never really know when our time comes.

 

Dalton likes to remind me of how God is in control. Our Abba Father is truly in control--good days, bad days, little hills, towering mountains. It does not matter. Because we have a God Who is bigger than all that.

 

With a very grateful heart,

Frannie

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You Are Known

Hey, you. Yes, you. You are miraculous, spectacular, and unique.

You probably have a favorite song you love to sing when you are alone in the kitchen. Most likely you have a freckle, a feature, a body part you sneer at every time you see yourself in a mirror. I bet you remember every harsh word your dad spoke to you, every sweet promise your beloved whispered and treasure the memories of your family’s Christmas mornings.

You are one-of-a-kind, unrepeatable, and known.

Yes, you my dear, are known.

Tonight I helped rewrite a dear-one’s resume and while I watched his accomplishments flicker onto the computer screen I realized how vast, how spectacular his life was. He had created a business; traveled in a helicopter; enjoyed the comradeship found working at a sawmill. He had graduated. Endured. Fell and got up again. His work-life was crammed into a few short paragraphs yet how much more was left untold? Would possible employers ever know his dreams of traveling the world? Would they be able to imagine his family’s Sunday evening dinners? Would the hidden tales of his integrity ever come to their attention? Would they ever know him?

No, probably not.

And that is okay.

His life, your life, are unique paths only you have journeyed over; yet, there is still One who knows you. He knows how excited you get over that one episode you love; He knows that one bad habit you struggle with; He knows your favorite midnight snack and how you are afraid you might not be able to lose the weight you want to.

He sees everything, not only your one-page resume, but your life and He says you are precious.