holding hands in Paris....

Today we celebrate 32 years of marriage.  Thirty two years of joys and heartaches.  Thirty two years of memories. I am so grateful for the life we've shared...the good and the bad...the 'for better' and the 'for worse'. I wrote this poem one night after looking at photos from our travels this summer. It was such an incredible blessing to be able to celebrate our 50th birthdays holding hands and walking the streets of Paris.   

Holding Hands In Paris

I thought this day would never come

from house to home we've wandered far

Two hearts aglow with flame

Two hearts aglow with flame

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.

I thought this day would never come

through stillborn love in the Kansas heat

Two hearts impaled with grief

Two hearts impaled with grief

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.

I thought this day would never come

now here we stand now here we stay

Two hearts enthralled with joy

Two hearts enthralled with joy

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.

behind the makeup...

Behind the makeup and the smile what is really there?  There are days when I have a smile on face but my heart is heavy.  Proverbs 13:14 assures me that I am not the only one who does this.

We are currently in the midst of a seminar on Aftercare for Survivors of Human Trafficking.  One of the myths about those who are being prostituted is that "they enjoy it or they wouldn't do it".  I cannot imagine anyone who would take delight in being used, violated, and demeaned day after day.  A woman being sexually exploited may be the one smiling and laughing to court her customers but that doesn't mean that she is not torn up and grieving her situation in life.

Even in laughter the heart may ache,

and rejoicing may end in grief. 

Proverbs 13:14

The clown in the photo is standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.  She seemed to be happy.  I sure was happy and absolutely filled with gratitude for each and every moment of our time in Paris.  I didn't ask this street performer if she was genuinely happy.  But, never again will I assume that a smile and a laugh are sign of a joy-filled life.  

May we let go of whatever mask we are wearing...

and may we find wholeness and compassion in Him.

And may those being exploited discover a way of escape

and find safety and comfort in His loving arms.