Celebrating with Compassion

Long before I was an event planner

I dreamt of being a missionary.

Early on in my faith,

I had experienced something

That had forever changed

My perspective on

What life should look like.

Or what was really important.

Fast forward 15 years

And here I am.

A work from home

Mother to two

Running an event planning business.

I can tell you I never saw that coming.

But I can also tell you there's a lot more to celebration

Than having the right decorations.

One reason I adore celebrating

Is because it's an outward expression

Of the joy we have.

Our gatherings and parties

Weddings and grand events...

Are a simply a reflection

Of our gratitude or excitement

About the people in our lives.

We celebrate because

Life is so precious.

Life that we share with one another.

Life that we cherish

Because of what we have been given.

Even when it can appear

That you have nothing

There is still joy to be had.

Even in the midst of extreme poverty

There can be provision.

It doesn't make sense to my mind,

But I've seen it first hand with my heart

And now you can, too.

Come celebrate with Compassion

And be ready to be transformed.

Just make sure you have tissues near by.

Linking up with Imperfect Prose today.

A Treasure

she looks at these

as gazing upon treasure,

quite certain that she will always love them.

she might name each one,

or give them all different personalities,

or she might just enjoy looking at them in a cup.

but, whether they're

broken or whole,

shiny or dull,

colorful or colorless,

it matters not.

she loves them.

she puts them in a safe spot.

and asks to make sure we have them.

treasure indeed was found this day.

i only wish that i could see more clearly

how the Father

does the same to me.

Also linking up with Simple Pleasures.

A Student of the Least of These

These two little ones,

who love without regret,

that speak words without fear,

these are friends of the sweetest kind.

They sometimes hurt each other's feelings,

and they sometimes cry because of how sad they have made each other.

But, they are so real.

So true to who they have been made to be.

As they speak of their

love for one another,

or some exciting news of the day,

or their accomplishments from the evening before,

or even of their love for God,

they teach me.

They bring a tear to my eye,

they come and hug me...or jump on me,

And I am blessed.

Blessed to be around the "least of these",

just as Jesus said I would be.

Also linking up with Simple Pleasures.