Field trip and February

 

Lord, I need You, oh, I need You

Every hour, I need You

My one defense, my righteousness

Oh God, how I need You

Matt Maher, “Lord, I Need You”

On the way back from Nana’s, we spent some time at the same children’s museum we went to nine years ago, wherein Caleb was very much a toddler and my inability to crawl through tunnels was due to the need to keep track of multiple small children rather than my advanced age.

During this February of deadened trees and deadened affections, Lord, I even need You to make me feel how much I need You.

Last time we had communion, our pastor remarked that even though now we observe the Lord’s Supper around a small table, eating and drinking very tiny portions, one day “we will sit at a very big table.” The gray drizzle of this world will be past and we will feast with Jesus in full glorious color, with His people from every tribe, tongue, and nation.

Caleb understood the concept of working the water locks this time, as opposed to merely keeping a death grip on the little boats and repeating, “MINE”

’Cause You fashioned the earth and You hold it together, God

So hold me now

I will lift my eyes to the Maker

Of the mountains I can’t climb

I will lift my eyes to the Calmer

Of the oceans raging wild

I will lift my eyes to the Healer

Of the hurt I hold inside

I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You

I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You

God, my God, I cry out

Your beloved needs You now

Bebo Norman, “I Will Lift My Eyes”

Ada, 60 seconds after she told Caleb to stop hoarding the controls so little kids could play too

He makes the flowers and the sun come back every spring; He can hold me together. In fact, thanks to the groundhog, this year it’s coming early. 

Spring will heal this February ache, but my better hope is that one day He will heal all the hurts I have inside.

Lizzy playing the part of Little Red Riding Hood and me playing the part of the big bad dinosaur that eats Grandmother.

Every hour, I need you, Lord, to lift my eyes. Lift my chin to gaze at barren mountains and remember Who formed them, and that He calls me Beloved.