This entry is for Heidi's "Longing" journal. I titled this Glimpses. My greatest longing is for Home, where there is no pain, tears or mourning. Where I never have to say goodbye to someone I love. Where all the relationships are pure and true. Where I am safe and at rest. Where my greatest fulfillment is casting my crowns before the throne.
Sometimes I get glimpses of Home and they are like a mist or vapor that I try to grasp yet can never fully hold onto. Sometimes this happens with music and there is that moment that can never be recreated, but then is gone. Sometimes it's looking into the eyes of someone I love or pure laughter.
The leaves are from my new baby Japanese Maple tree which symbolizes rest and peace.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The theme for this entry in Riki's journal is 'bake.' Each page of her journal has a different word (theme) used in baking bread, such as: water, rise, yeast, flour, salt, etc. I chose BAKE. I was trying to think of something significant, deep, thoughtful...but when I told a friend about it, she said "shrinky dinks." Hmmmm, how literal. Okay. I can work with that. Actually this piece does have sweet significance. It comes from hours of conversation with a friend (not the shrinky dink friend) regarding pain. As I thought about the pain we face in this life, I was reminded of that verse in Psalms: You have kept count of my tossings, put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? It gives me hope that those tears are producing beauty in those bottles. The growing flowers are bluebells, signifying humility. The remaining text is from a song by JJ Heller. And the tears-in-bottles are created on a shrinky dink, of course. Baked.