God Makes Me Cry

God makes me cry. Big, juicy wet tears. Tears of incomprehensible joy, grief, comfort, shame. Tears that cannot be classified, cannot be wiped away with a single tissue. Tears that fill an entire sink and empty my self.
God is enormous. God is in every detail and in every galaxy.  He who created the swirling stars created the flow of blood within our bodies. He set in motion the most amazing cycles and then set each of those cycles in relation to the other cycles so that the water cycle relies on the respiration cycle which relies on a million other intricate cycles. And while we struggle to understand the simplest of cycles, we realize that humanity is another example of intricately woven relationships. There is no thing outside of the other things except...Him.

God is holy, set apart. God is the Father, deeply involved in every aspect of our lives. He is everything and we cannot even begin to understand but in the depth of awe, we find the simplest explanation. He is. He is and He cares.  Really, really cares. Drop everything and focus, cares.
God makes me cry. Then He holds me in his arms and wipes away the tears. And I know that it is well.

Day Two

Success again! I managed to find and log in to the blog a day after setting it up. I was a little worried about that. I tend to have a great deal of ability to start things but less ability to follow up.
Traveling is exhausting. We had a great time with the extended family. Everyone was so kind. The girls enjoyed getting to visit all the relatives. Four babies played next to each other and fought for attention from the multitude of grandparents.
Coming home is one of my favorite things. I love having my things at hand and my bed. My routine is one of my favorite things to return to. Of course, at this point in life, my routine includes departing from routine more than returning to it.

We travel all the time. We travel down so many roads. Some days we travel on the bike, just the two of us. Other days we ride the road in a pack. Then, days like yesterday, we roll in the comfort of the SUV packed with our "little" family. Roads are a beautiful metaphor for life. Yesterday's road was straight, made for speed. Most days I travel a road with many curves. There are thrills in the curves and comfort in the intimate knowledge of the curves. I think God enjoys watching us tackle the curves and speed of life. He enjoys watching and guiding us, like we enjoy holding our children's hands as they learn to walk.

In the Beginning...

Things always start in the morning. Usually the opening scene is me alone with a cup of coffee and the Bible. (Before you think too much of me, the reason I'm alone with my coffee and Bible is that the kids have learned its better not to engage me until I've had both coffee and a word or two from God) Today, alas, I'm not alone. Today my little dude is trying his best to walk. Problem is we're in a hotel room and it isn't baby proofed. So while he's trying to walk, I'm trying to write.  Not the best situation for composing meaningful commentary on life, the universe, and everything. Of course, I'm not sure my goal is to compose meaningful commentary on anything.  So here I am in the morning starting something new without a sure clue as to what the goal is. I am confident, however, that whatever goal is meant to be achieved, will be achieved.
Good morning world.