Lately I’ve had blog paralysis. The mere thought of posting overwhelms me. It’s not lack of material, but rather the opposite. I don’t know if I should go back and tell stories from the holidays (they were fun and great) or post photos (I’ve taken a lot) or talk about what’s going on now (way too much to mention in detail). Of course it’s only going to get worse. More stories piling up. More photos. So I finally decided I just needed to open the floodgates and see what comes pouring out. (I almost feel like I should pass out ponchos and those little umbrella hats they give people at Niagara Falls.)
We spent Christmas in Colorado. Here are a few of the highlights.
We already knew Grace and Curtis were having a baby girl. On Christmas day they revealed her name: Harper Sparrow Romjue. Harper for the biblical/musical connotations plus it’s my mom’s maiden name. Sparrow because not one falls to the ground without God’s attention, they were the sacrifice of the very poor, and they are songbirds. I love the name. And I already love Harper so much.
Eighteen of us spent the holidays together, skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, sledding, talking, laughing, playing games, eating, eating, and eating. We worshiped together, made lots music, and spent a delightful evening with some of our friends who were also in the area. Truly a lovely time.
After our return, I plunged into a choreography project that will be a prominent part of my life until the show stages the first weekend in February. It’s a 1940s-themed choir production with lots of swing dances. Tons o’ be-bopping fun. Meanwhile, we’re inching closer and closer to Luke and Sarah’s February 19th wedding. Last Saturday a group of my college friends threw them a wedding shower.
Luke was really excited about that blue tub. (The stuff inside was okay, too.) About half the gifts they received were for them and half for the refugees they’ll be living amongst in Dallas. Such a fun day.
Speaking of Luke, this weekend we had a house guest. Robin Hampton is one of the missionaries who supervised Luke during the nine months he served as a mid-term missionary in Cote d’Ivoire, West Africa. Robin is a nurse and has been working there for thirty-seven years. She plans to retire there as well. She’s an amazing woman of deep faith with an open heart and an infectious laugh, and she has poured her life into the kingdom of God. Most people in the world don’t know her name, but I can’t help believing she will shine like the stars of heaven through all eternity, long after neon-lit “stars” have faded from memory. Such an honor to have her in our home.
Which brings me to the present. This morning I spoke to a women’s group in Longview about Parting the Waters, and specifically about God’s purposes in suffering. I treasure every opportunity to speak about God’s faithfulness, and I love it when various ones come up to me afterward and share what God spoke to them. This morning was no different. The ripples continue. What a mercy.
The rest of this week is choreography rehearsals, then off to Dallas for another wedding shower. Saturday morning I’ll have the super fun privilege of taking Sarah’s bridal portraits, probably at one of the historic churches in the Highland Park/Park Cities area. Exciting!
I truly do feel like my cup is running over. Wedding showers. Baby showers. A beautiful new daughter-in-law in February and granddaughter in April. Priceless gifts from a generous Father. Yes, my heart breaks for Haiti and for many people I love who are suffering in countless ways. But I don’t view suffering the way I did before my own life turned upside down in 1996. I know God is a Redeemer. We are of more value than many sparrows. When we give Him the shattered pieces of our lives, He takes what’s broken and creates unspeakable beauty.
So, what’s beautiful with you?