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You Never Know...Coffee For Your Heart, Words of Life Wednesdays

It's been a busy week now time for a quick pause ...i'm linking up with Holley Gerth's Coffee for Your Heart.... http://holleygerth.com

Driving familiar streets...there we sat in my chipped paint off the hood van...
My sister, my forever side-kick for life was there with her feet vying for floor board space
She's stiff competition between baby wipes, my mammoth mama bag, and  some strays... like sunblock and water bottles.
She's cool like that..."Move the stuff back." I say...and she says nada and continues on her train of thought...

We get those moments of deep in the middle of kids singing "Deep & Wide" and screaming as they go through tunnels...

"Do you think I made a difference?" she asks... she asks with hope in her heart....hope that she barely believes is there...but she so wants to know is true...Hope that she made a difference. Hope that the last 11 months counted for something...something good.  That all that first year teacher labor, birthed something good....
"Faith, I'm sure you did.  What about that student that says they love Spanish now?"  I send her back into her minds eye to that student and those words...
She nods an "oh yeah" with her black curls and she starts to  mentally uncover other people that "got her" this year ...this year she was a first year teacher...
I nod too and offer this little light of mine for the day...
"You never know, Faith. We often never know the measure of what we do...How far it reaches." 
She agrees with me in gray blue eyes...

That got me thinking about all those "you never know" moments...

That little golden haired girl snagging a fluffy dandelion...she purses her lips and air fills her rose pink cheeks and she blows...She doesn't know how far the dandelion seed tufts will go...really doesn't give it much thought...she just does so for the joy of it...
She doesn't know how all those seeds scatter and will carpet a yard...with more and more  dandelions...how she set the 'more' into motion....that while she's napping under the eaves and giggling during bath time...those seeds are sinking down and growing...

Sometime our joy is like that...We whisper it, speak it out...sometimes shout it out...let it leak out....work it out...and there it multiplies in the hearts of others...many times others that we thought didn't watch...didn't know...didn't care....

You never know when a rock that someone's has been pushing, flailing, heaving against will finally roll on out of their life when it receives the final push by your Hope...your encouragement...

You never know how your heart spark while just one can be wind caught and wildfire spread to other dry hearts just waiting....

You never know when all the life water that's been gurgling in you from the Living Water Himself...will be the drop someone else needs to make their life cup overflow....

You never know when you may be the dream catcher intercepting someone's throw-a-way dreams...catching them when they can't and sending their dream back to them...with the speed of your approval and the flight of your support...that they might take hold of it again and touch down in the fields of life glory....

You never know when your love is the final push someone needs off the dock of uncertainty and into the cool tides of God's goodness

Because really you never know when God's love letter awaits your personal stamp, your involvement, your simple availability to make a delivery in a soul thirsty heart....

All these things we don't know...things we just do or finally get the courage do...these unnoticed things that first look like a veneer of nothing....where all our life is really birthed....
I don't think many times we really see the picture...just sometimes...we get those glimpses....when the blanket of this world's atmosphere is lifted...just a bit and we see the glory of eternity in the ordinary for just a moment or two....
Even Jesus didn't let us know everything that He did....He just did...faithfully all His life and shared the parts of the story He thought we most needed to hear....
I think my favorite Bible verse sums it up...
"Jesus did many other things as well.  If everyone of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written." John 21:25 

We courageously do all these little things that one day we know will reap a harvest...

But for right now...you never know how all the littles add up to something so so big...

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  1. Somer, love this post! especially this..."I don't think many times we really see the picture...just sometimes...we get those glimpses....when the blanket of this world's atmosphere is lifted...just a bit and we see the glory of eternity in the ordinary for just a moment or two...." Such powerful imagery!

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  2. thank you Beth :) i thought of this while driving around with my kids looking at the sky...so often we forget all the blue veiled thickly with the storm...thanks for stopping by!

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