Sights and Sounds

We know so much about Him. We know where and when He was born. We know who His parents were and who His Father is. We know His approximate height and age. We know He was skilled with a hammer and a saw as well as skilled with loaves and fishes. We know He was a fisherman and a fisher of men. We know He was wonderful with children and children loved Him. We know when He died and when He rose. And we know He loves us.

These things we know for the bible tells us so.

And yet, there are things that that great book leaves out.

What was the color of His eyes? Were they deep brown and gentle? Or soft and hazel, the kind that said "friend" the second you looked into them? Or perhaps crystal clear blue like His Father's sky. Did they get crinkly around the edges when He smiled? Did He have disarming dimples to match? What was the sound of His laughter? Was it hearty and deep? Long and contagious? The kind of laugh that put everyone within earshot instantly at ease and pulled you in for a closer listen so you too could be part of the party. The bible doesn't much discuss Jesus laughing but I know He did. He spent too much time in the company of children not too.

I can't wait to get to Heaven and have a good 'ol laugh with Him. (Well I can wait; but I'm really looking forward to that day.) In the meantime, God sure is having some fun at my expense down here. (This post isn't the proper time but I have no doubt Father and Son were chucklin' at the joke they pulled on me today.)

Laughter, I love it and when I do it I feel His love and warm embrace, from the inside. So go have a laugh and let your Father give you a hug. It will feel amazing.


PS. I'm going with crystal clear blue.

Oppsie!

Actual correspondence earlier today:

- Me (To a dear friend and pro at blogging): "I have so many blobbing questions. We must meet soon to discuss!"

- My friend's kind reply : "blobbing questions? bloBBing questions... how funny."

No doubt I am still at the very bottom of the learning curve. As Dear Abby would say, "Gentle Readers, patience please."

Training Wheels

Blogs. I usually read them. I have never written one. What in the world of consequence would I have to say? But lately I have been discovering that perhaps I do have a bit of thread to add to the tapestry.

And that is precisely the point. We all have something to add.

What my contributions will be? I have no idea. Will anyone read them ? I have no idea. (Besides my Mother, whom I will force to read them.) Will they be deep? (I'll shoot for deep-ish.) Again, no idea. Will my posts be light? Knowing me - no doubt lots will. But as the blog title reflects, the posts will come from the journey. From what I learn - or failed to learn - along the way.

The school of life offers different courses with varying degrees of difficulty. 2008 has been a 8.0 on the difficulty scale for me. I have found, however, that it is in these hard courses or seasons that we learn the most - or we can if we give the Teacher total access to the student. Not easy to do. The Teacher requires lots of homework and sacrifice. Luckily, Teach is really patient and loving. And I'm told the graduation party totally rocks.

So, this blog will be about the journey. And because my journey is a journey to seek my Lord no doubt you will find Him here often. And because He gave me a light and joyful heart and a daily, almost hourly need to laugh out loud you will find lots of joyful noises to lighten the load.