The number 11 has been following me around for ages. It seems like every time I look at the clock, or the page of a book, or the mileage on the car “11” is staring me in the face… like an invitation full of promises, yet elusively prompting me to wait for further revelation.
There may be many pieces to this “11 puzzle”, but one remarkable piece is that I now carry our eleventh child within. Eternity sparked again, and I am blessed to be mother to a new and precious soul alighting upon the earth straight from the heart of God.
The magnificence of this journey comes close to overwhelming me.
There are dimensions and realities and potentials that sing to me often from just beyond my reach… but more and more Jesus is drawing me into these secret places, and I know that this openness and connection to life is one of the doorways to the deeper things I have longed for.
It’s amazing how choosing love softens the heart, broadens capacity, fills the gaps, and writes miracles.
God’s love is so big, and ridiculous, and gentle, and full of fireworks; the same is in me now.
Let the fireworks fly – this is the life of the Kingdom!