Judy's Pitcher

When Life is hard, holding onto hope

As January 2017 closes its doors, I found myself evaluating some key points.  
​The first fruits of the year seem to stand in the shadow of December, decor, shopping, handfuls of celebrations grand, intimate, festive, friends, too many Hallmark movies, baking, resolutions.  All highlighted within my relationship with Jesus; 
He is the reason for the season.  
My organised thoughts put sticky notes in my brain for the ending of the year.
Less decorating, more enjoying = faster clean up.  

As firmly as I am transitioning, prioritizing my goals for the year, I noticed that old patterns, emotional triggers, even relationship boundaries are feeling pressed towards me making significant headway on my plans.  If forces could be measured clearly, I'd say they, spiritual forces, were doing their best to distract me.  Hope can feel pressed, even challenged.  For me, keeping a perspective on the size of my accomplishment is evaluated within the scale of my heart.  Only God has an accurate weight and measurement.  I'm often off balance and sell myself short. 
We all have gifts given to us that carry immeasurable personal value, even if the treasure has no monetary worth outside of our company. 
     Judy came into my life a little over twelve years ago.  A bitty thing, feisty and a little confused.  Sadly, we have lost track of each other for about three years.  Even the distraught phone calls brought an odd kind of peace that Judy and life still had much to say.  She is tough to love if she allowed you to get close.  Judy's life is a life of misunderstandings, taken advantage of's and unfathomable tragedies that she has hidden in many personalities, compartmentalizes within the depth of her mind.  During our season, I  wrestled with the responsibility of her wellness and freedom in my path of faith.  Jesus so gracious to remind me that she was His, His alone, that love is free even tho costly.  I must press in for freedom for my life, family & neighbors but not be "PRESSED" in the implementation of the revelation of Christ.  
Sit on and from the seat of rest.
Love with the lover of my soul. 

Winters Rest & re-focus

​Beauty does have a way of being beheld in treasures.  It makes the gift irreplaceable especially when your season of friendship has seemed to have passed. Her life, Judy's life was filled with constant transitions and to think that she had managed to hang onto this valuable little pitcher touches my heart every time.  Judy's pitcher walked a very rough road before finding its place on my coffee table.  That immense challenge and that she responded by sacrificial giving is what has filled her pitcher in my eyes again and again.  

​I would prefer to see January as a potent seed that will multiply spreading its harvest throughout my year. I had to repent and look at it with a fresh perspective.  The distractions may try to take the focus, seem overwhelming but goals have taken shape.  My friend Judy struggled with voices; I admit I've heard "distractions" much in the same way.  Another moment to repent.  
​See, when one pours from a pitcher, it empty's itself to make room for a fresh filling.  Judy's Pitcher is filled with hope that continues to pour out over my life.  
Shall we share its continual flow together, today!

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