Friday, August 8, 2014

Sip and Share


Kajo Keji, South Sudan
Over the next couple of weeks I intend to share with you what my gracious Lord shared with me while Lincoln and I journeyed to the place that forever dwells in my thoughts and affections – South Sudan, Africa. Maybe I can also convince my formally educated in creative writing husband to gift us as well in between my efforts of writing down simply what I think that somehow manages to be somewhat digestible. We (my husband and I) have been back home a week now, and I still can’t seem to put all that’s stirring in my heart and swirling in my mind down into words. I suppose I have choice in when they come. I lean more towards not. They interrupt - the thoughts. They don’t want to fade, nor do I want them to. I give in. Here it is- an attempt to bring life to each letter on this page by way of my grace saturated experiences to my eager fingertips, to your eyes; words you see, hear, and if God sees fit, feel.  Even if these words of mine allow you just a mere peek into the sweet taste of glory my King has served me, you must be a divinely invited guest. So, sit. Sip. Enjoy. You are welcome.