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Birthday Feast


Two cold mornings ago in the early quiet... I read a timely quote, " All feasts begin as seeds" penned by Ann Voskamp...describing how the little starts, the microscopic beginnings can birth the feasts, the most abundant harvests....

I read over that thought and instantly related it to the day...Meredith's birthday...

She began as a dream in our hearts...a long time ago...of course never really in our hearts because we could have never dreamed up or formed within limited imaginations who she would be...but the idea...

And then May... six years ago...she... an embryonic seed alive and multiplying ...growing hands, feet, curving lips, heart coursing blood...all going on before anyone would know or notice...

No one can know..really know the magnitude of that tiny seed rapidly growing within...

How when embryonic life cells split and divide into hundreds...unknown to even her mother...how this little life would multiply all our blessings, fill our lives....

I remember that cold, slate gray January Monday and the way she entered this world in a dramatic (albeit frightening) fashion...how so many people were there after her entrance waiting to see her...to see another miracle emerge...How maybe her entrance matched her...she's all drama and excited life...And AWAKE

I remember hundreds of moment feasts that Meredith has dished up for us figuratively and added to our lives...how she has blessed with beauty and sweetness you could almost taste {perhaps not literally...her jello and lemon juice recipes will curl your lips)...how she has called us back to childhood and showed us the way many times...and given us grace when we have messed up...

A couple of years ago Meredith the artist drew me this picture.





I looked and asked what it was.  She held it out and replied, "Mom its me in your tummy.  I was love in your tummy," She smiled describing the heart encircled.  

I smiled deep and nodded my head knowingly..."You are right Meredith." I see her draw that picture in many of the things she has given to me...almost like her signature...

Ann's right.  All feasts begin with seeds...the seeds that sow down in black earth and fight up to produce fruit and vegetables...and the small seeds of life...Even the small of  a baby who was "love in your tummy", who was a colicky baby whom you danced around with the first few months, who was a  toddler always surprising you with discovery joy, and now who has grown up to 6 and sometimes who you look at in moments alone and realize is really one of your best friends....In moments like these...you know it down deep...that though times may be hard and things will go awry...God has been good and loving and truly made your cup run over...That Life is a Feast

Birthday Giggles

Birthday Joy




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  1. Beautiful! Such a blessing God gives us. And that drawing - your little girl has wisdom beyond her years, doesn't she?

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  2. Precious - Sometimes children floor me with their words.

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