Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Creativity Boot Camp: Hush {Day Eleven}

Today marks day eleven of Creativity Boot Camp. And it marks another day of remembering, another day of tears, another day of laughin and another day of healing. Maegan asked us to ponder why we create; and I know why I do -- it's all to glorify a God who is bigger and better than I can even imagine. I never thought I'd understand how He can be glorified through pain, but I'm grasping it. And He's placing thoughts in my mind, driving me to create because it's healing my heart. And that gives all of the Him glory. Thanks for being here with me as I heal and glorify the God who created me to create.

Hush {Day Eleven}

It's here, in the stillness, in the silence, I best hear his voice.

I hear his deep, calm vocals, delicately spilling my name off his tongue, like it were as fragile as the whispy springtime flower after which he'd named me while dancing our last steps during our daddy-daughter song at my wedding.

Here. In the stillness. In the silence of wind whispering through trees just outside my living room window, I hear the last few words he spoke to me before he was whisked into surgery, never to speak again.

In the stillness. In the silence of breezes gently rustling through living room curtains, I hear clearly the same greeting he always left on my voicemail, "Hi, honey, it's dad ..."

In the stillness of sleeping babies and in the silence of fans swishing air around the warm bedroom where I clearly hear him sharing how he wanted to know me better, wanted to take more time for my boys, teach them how to fish.

In the silence of the hush-hush after post-bedtime songs and dances, I hear the whispers of intentions he never had the chance to fulfill, the longings in his voice to know and be known.

Here. I hear him so well. In the stillness. In the silence. In the quiet of my heart where his deep voice resonates. He's still here.

2 comments:

  1. wow, this is truly lovely! Love this part: like it were as fragile as the whispy springtime flower after which he'd named me while dancing our last steps during our daddy-daughter song at my wedding. so descriptive and wonderful! thanks for the heads up about bigger picture blogs! i will keep my eyes open :) cant wait!

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  2. Your words have been my experience. I found myself nodding through your whole post. Hold tight to those memories, one day they will make you smile and not cry.

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