Sugary sweet words slip off her tongue, her raspy endearing voice “Can I have a sip of water, please?” I nod. Small hands grasping glass too large…ice touching ruby red lips, my very own Snow White. Blue eyes meet mine. I invite a kiss from my girl…a cold water kiss, the image of happiness.

My oldest, a boy child, helping his little sister build legos. He cries, “I need Man-help!” He cries to a daddy reading true Bread of real life…

And there’s that youngest who made me a mother of boyS. He fusses for momma, tries to grasp my eyes to tear my face from reading and writing. He doesn’t know that he doesn’t have to try so hard, my heart is tethered.  Bible study happens still on Christmas break. He will be glad momma stuck with discipline though he doesn’t know it…yet (smile). He cries and laughs interchangeably; my children never could shake off joy. They smile and laugh more than any I know.

I think about my heart full up on the Word, so encouraged. Hoping I don’t let go of truth. Wondering how I can live the Lighted Life I see in  breathing words morning after gracious morning. His unfailing love always coming with the rising of the sun…with the rising of His Son.

And my husband now at piano playing beautifully imperfectly… Noel. We sing loud. My thoughts leaning toward the New Year…hopeful. Pondering the desires fulfilled and hopes deferred of the passing year, so much mounting grace.

And you there…probably sharing some of my thoughts, smiles, feelings…with a whole slew of your own that I know nothing about, but our Father does. Yes. And He looks on His children, the Jesus seekers, and lavishes favor, pours grace, ladles love down. And somehow we can believe that all is well. Even the things left undone, not yet mended somehow will be covered by His grace.

There are brown leaves still clinging to the Japanese Maple out the window… They will soon fall. Just like this year winding to its inevitable conclusion, with indescribable gifts, indelible graces and we can either look at the days to come with smiles of grace or we can live frightened by all things frightening and yet unknown. As for me, I smile. What other choice is there really? You either smile in grace or drown in doubt. This weak Jesus seeker chooses to SMILE, sure grace.

And the breathing words…flow in (memorization) and out of my life (grace)… It is time to choose the book…to see what Living Word the Father wants to sow in the depths of my soul. This will be my 13th year. You could join me? You don’t have to pick a book you know, a passage or just a few verses can fill a soul up full. The Father breathes in and we live out. It is the story of the Jesus Seeker. Let it be your story in the dawn of grace…the morn of newness called 2014. Memorize Scripture one living verse at a time?

God breathed out Words, living words. It is always a Word that is making you live. The Son upholding all, the Spirit unfolding all… The Son upholding His Word and your life. The Spirit unfolding His Word which is your life. Then the wonder…the Spirit unfolding the Word in your life.

The unfolding of Your Word brings light.

Psalm 119:130

Breathing words…flow in (memorization & meditation) and out of my life, grace to put living words into practice. What passage might you choose? The first Psalm or the 27th, Philippians chapter 2 perhaps? You can memorize and meditate…know and relish His Word. How much is not the real measure of maturity. Knowledge still puffs up. If you’re breathing in a Word you don’t ever breathe out you will puff up.

Wisdom breathes out…living words spilling into real life.

Jesus coming into wondrous view…that’s why we memorize Scripture. The open invitation to SEE His beauty to live WONDER-FULL?

Now, there’s a whole house full calling, “Mommy!” with joy, I smile. It is time to breathe out what He breathed in….