Every day Phenomena

I was driving home today through the countryside of this town called Shelton. It's an hour south where two of my closest friend live. I drove into the view of the cascade mountain range which was covered in a fog and heavy mist, but I could still make out the silhouette of the snow covered peaks. I had some of the music I downloaded from my friend Ely, playing which charged my spirit to call out in tongues. It was a magical beginning to a magical day.

I went to the First Baptist Church with them, Sage went to volunteer in the nursery and Sandy and I scooted our way into the middle of a pew. I closed my eyes during worship unable to sing because of the tears caught in my throat and the thimble fulls that raced down my face. Tears have been a constant companion for me recently.

After church our journey home was interrupted with a dessert from a going away party, and a stop by the local cafe for mocha's and biscotti undesirably wrapped in plastic. At home our paint exploded onto the kitchen table. The Seattle football game was being announced in the nearby room but was easily tuned out once I dove into the wild expanses of my imagination.

Sandy began her time creating on the stove with noddles and tea. She called me over to chose my tea cup and after my eyes fell upon the blue flowered one that was so delicate the light shone though she said it was mine. She wanted me to take it home and drink tea out it and in a way have tea with her despite the distance. What a beautiful gesture; one of the many that filled our day.

I started my creativity by penning tiny black dots on this sun. I started the painting over a year ago for my friend Katy's birthday. It remained incomplete as it traveled around the world with me, sometimes tucked into my suitcase under my bunk in Mozambique and other times nestled in my African bag stationed by my favorite five dollar chair in my blue room of Australia.

The time went too quick and before we knew it the paintings were repacked, brushed rolled away, and long hugs exchanged. I wished I didn't have to go, I wished this home was mine where creativity was as natural as the peanut butter in the fridge and cheerios in the cupboard. It's an every day phenomena.

I wanted to share part of my magical day with you. And can't wait to hear about some of your own magic.

On the drive home I cried those familiar tears as I felt my body longing and aching for distant friends, distant places, for the supernatural, for more of Jesus. And I was picturing my jar full, full of tears. They're not wasted. I would mail them in to you in a bottle if I could capture them, but we'll have to wait until Heaven to see that.