Posted by jael on May 20, 2011 in Marriage, Parenting, Spiritual Journey |

The irony that I received a fabulous, bh subscribe feature for Mother’s Day and then failed to post new content this week is not lost on me.

Generally speaking, I am a big fan of irony.

I love whimsy and appreciate the unexpected in art and film.

It’s the unexpected in life that toggles my gag reflex and that has been our recent family fare.

I’ve simply had no appetite to write about the specifics.

My processing light blinks like crazy as I digest this download.

In the expanse, my children have been the fountains of creation.

It’s May after all… and my hyper-tasked tots have managed multiple due dates for projects far beyond the scope of anything I did before high school.

There has been a research papers on pediatric insomnia, an interactive sleep clinic presentation and two spring plays; Oh my!

There have been short stories, diary entries, and Geometry quizzes; Oh my!

There has been the construction of a scale model of the Golden Temple, a prayer book and a score of testing; Oh my!

There  have been soccer try-outs, fencing lessons, and soccer games; Oh my!

There have been birthday parties, jammie-jams and whipped cream shooters; Oh my!

There is also a lockbox on my front door.

Amid the warp speed of the year end’s close, we risk a new beginning in another place.

There have also been fights, tears and house showings; Oh my!

There have also been Family Meetings, discussions with heads of schools, and heart-to-hearts with friends and family; Oh my!

There have also been plans, revisions of plans and uncertainty; Oh my!

Did I mention The Husband is out of town for two weeks; Oh my!

The irony is that I have never been more busy, nor felt like I have less to say.

This is my be quiet time.

This is my time to Trust and Obey.

This is my season to wait in the shelter of His wing and know He does all things for my good.

This hour paints the sunset of how I feel against the majestic Glory of  His ever, certain Presence.

As my family straddles the end of one school year and does not know where we will begin the next, I stand in a cold uncertainty so outside my comfort zone that it freezes my thoughts like frost on citrus and I seek just one face.

I seek My Father.

I seek His will alone.

The Sun also rises.

I will dance in His presence where ever He places me.

I will Trust.

I will Obey.

I will Sing Him Praise.

And if my voice is wet, my nose is thick, and tune is uncertain, I will still sing.

I will still Praise His Name.


Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah


May 20, 2011 at 8:52 pm

Oh my! That’s all I’ve got for this one at this moment. Taking it in. Can I bring you a great big Starbucks on Monday morning? I can drop and run if your day or your need to be quiet doesn’t lend itself to a convo.
I will seek that one Face on your family’s behalf, my friend.
I’m wondering if your blog will soon be the only way I see you and hear you…(okay, not the time to think of how this affects ME!!) But I sure will be all the more thankful for Broken Hallelujah!

May 20, 2011 at 9:00 pm

Clay is listening to like 8 different versions of “Hallelujah” back to back right now–it’s pretty funny. One of our favorite artists, Brandi Carlile, sings a version of it.

May 20, 2011 at 9:17 pm

Vinte, sugar free vanilla latte.


Love you so.

May 20, 2011 at 10:34 pm

Monday morning, Starbucks delivers love, hugs and coffee to your door. Delivery girl under strict instructions to make sure no tears drip into latte. 🙂

May 20, 2011 at 11:40 pm

My Dear, Dear Friend,

As you struggle, I have been absent, mired in my selfishness. Please forgive my distance. I have been flooded with you daily, but with the time difference, I sometimes feel stuck and do not call to even hear your sweet voice via message. To let you know that you are filling me up, calling to me… I feel so low. I am so sorry.

I will ask forgiveness and then move forward with the plan to call or text when I feel you. Even with no time to talk, I will flow with the feeling. I miss you dreadfully…

You are loved. You are. YOU!

Sarah Grace
May 21, 2011 at 5:48 am

“And if my voice is wet, my nose is thick, and tune is uncertain, I will still sing.” Amen.

May 21, 2011 at 6:46 am

Yes. Amen.

May 21, 2011 at 6:51 am

Darling Araneae. I know well you are there and you are mine. As I am yours. No need for worry nor self-recriminations. You heard me and were there. We will flesh out the details when next we speak. You are an empathic, daring, original fountain of life and love. I welcome more word on why you feel low and care so much about your heart and life. LOVE you!

May 21, 2011 at 6:53 am

Sara, sweet… It’s MAY, beauty girl. You missed the month for showers by a whole month. Time for flowers! Get over here and I will squeeze out your stuffing and hand you a daisy! xoxoxox

May 22, 2011 at 3:12 pm

You have had no words, but you said them beautifully. Sending peaceful thoughts your way during this hectic time.



Copyright © 2024 broken hallelujah All rights reserved. Theme by Laptop Geek.