God, Don't Ever Let Me Forget...

Last night, I was sitting in the grand stands waiting for Francesca Battistelli to come out on stage.  I decided that rather than daydream, I would make better use of my time and pray for my Compassion children.  I got to child #3 when someone I knew came and sat beside me.  We ended up chatting until the concert began. (It was a FABULOUS concert BTW).

As I walked to my car in the fair parking lot-almost a mile if I guess right-I picked up my Compassion prayers with child #4: Aida.  As I prayed, I recalled some precious memories from our meeting almost two years ago.  Tears came to my eyes as I prayed, "Please, God, don't ever let me forget that giggle, that squeal of delight, those precious snuggles."

As I continue to my car, I am flooded my more memories from my Compassion trips.  "God, please, don't ever let me forget that hug, that smile."

"Please, God, don't ever let me for get that 'I love you'."

Closer to my car, I begin to think of non-Compassion moments. I remember special times with my Grandma. "God, please, don't let me forget Grandma singing 'You are my Sunshine' when I was little, or decorating the Christmas tree with her and our special game with the golden tassel ornament. Don't let me forget the day she went to the nursing home and the chore of getting her dressed became a privilege when she told me how honored she was to have me help her on her last day at home. God, PLEASE, don't ever let me forget the last time I visited Grandma and she looked right at me after being basically unresponsive all day." Even now, I have that silly golden tassel beside an old photograph of Grandma and me sitting on my dresser.

As I arrive at my car and proceed to drive home, I crank up the radio and many songs including, those I had just heard from Francesca, remind me of so many times that God has shown Himself to me in a special way. Sometimes in song lyrics, sometimes in quotes, sometimes through tears, and sometimes through the warmth of sunshine that reminds me of a hug from heaven.  

"God, don't ever let me forget the times I have felt your arms around me and the peace that you have shown me. Please, God, don't ever let me forget that YOU love ME."

"Please, God, don't ever let me forget..."

Wildflowers & Pixie Dust

Here we go! 

I have been thinking about starting a new blog for a while now. A blog where I can think out loud about life and share some things God puts on my heart.  A blog open to everything under the sun. I will still have my blog for Compassion International, Love for the Least of These, where I will continue to share about my sponsored children and the amazing journey God has put me on through loving those children.

My biggest struggle with this new blog was the title...what do you name a blog about anything and everything? (besides: "A Blog About Anything and Everything")  So as I thought about various catchy names and witty sayings, I even asked on Facebook for ideas (I got zero, zilch, nada).  I decided to merge a couple of things that come into my mind frequently: Wildflowers and Pixie Dust. An odd combination, I know. 

Wildflowers come to mind in my love for God's creation, especially daisies ("Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?") and tiger lilies, but also through a song by Point of Grace called "Wildflower." I can relate to many aspects of this song. In recent years, it has come to be one of my all-time favorite songs.

Pixie Dust comes from, where else? Peter Pan! The quote goes "All you need is faith and trust and a little bit of Pixie Dust."  While I believe the focus of this saying should be on the faith and trust rather than the Pixie Dust, it does bring the notion of dreams and imagination into our everyday lives. With an active imagination myself, I can relate to the "pixie dust" of life, and, as this will be a blog for random musings, I felt the term was quite fitting.

So here we are, the beginning of something new and hopefully exciting :) Very random, but very "me." Full of wildflowers and pixie dust!