Info Blankets

Last week, I found myself shopping for a friend’s baby shower online sorting through baby wear, gear, and nursery items. With the cool new gadgets, I am not sure I even noticed something as simple as a baby blanket. I often take for granted what seems so prevelant – simple necessities and prenatal care.

When UNICEF called for more information to new mothers in impoverished countries,  information blanket responded.

Source pictures from Fast C@mpany and Creative Review.

Resurrection Week

  The same grace that grows hope against all odds,

bursts stray tulips through gravel.

Free

So much stuff. Full carloads to the donation center. And I feel the anchor, the world-love grasps my heart. “I might need that garden hose. I remember buying that vase.” And the cord winds round through my heart, tethering me down. The weighted swaddling comforts.

There were excuses to make. Lack of time. Doing better things. Polishing the outside image but leaving my inner life untouched. But Creator Father wants all of me. Even the dark corners. He wants me for himself. He wants me free.

I cut the cord that keeps me numb as I gather all these things back to him through the donation tunnel.

Good rest comes in the sun sprayed window with coffee and book – The wind that sweeps the clouds clear of sun, breathes round new heart-skin. And the patio umbrella outside the window lifts her curls.

Stirrings

As wind tugs the sail, my direction tilts and leans. New life, spirit breath, rushes -excited and fierce. Untamed tendrils of sky leave me undone.

These past months -reading

• Jen Hatmaker’s Interrupted and Seven
• Marty Bullis’ The Promised Journey
• A.S. Peterson’s Fiddler’s Gun
• Jane Knuth’s Thrift Store Saints

And listening

• to knowledgeable world-travelers about current events
• to questions about slavery footprints
• to friends tired of “religion” and ready for “real”

And stretching myself

• to draw close to strangers at AJR events
• to risk when I need to write an unpopular message
• to analyze how I use the social network machine

Pulsed rhythm in bursts of air, tap out “Whoever holds onto life will lose it….” This adventure has it’s shipwrecks and rain, but also fresh sun and open air that I cannot live without.