It will be later when you read this, but I will have written
it here on the beach in the quiet of the morning. I find company in the roll of
the ocean, the resting birds, and Molly. Dan suggested that I go technology
free but somehow I knew my words would find voice here in the sound-filled

It’s day 6 of 31 days of blogging and I’m finding a greater
challenge in these days than I had anticipated. I can’t help but wonder what I
can possibly write about for the rest of the days that you, friends, will want
to read about. I take comfort in knowing that most who read my words, know and
love me. I trust that you care to read because you care about my life.

The type A in me says that I should have everything
organized including a neat little tie in at the end to bring you back to the 31
days of Becoming Kindred
. The reality is that while I have several post on the
go to share in the coming weeks and some planned, I actually don’t have a clear
idea of when what will be posted. It may sound like an easy out but I am really
trying to listen to a quiet voice. I don’t do it perfectly; sometimes other
loud voice keep clamoring and my words feel flat and dry. The truth is that the
connecting of spirits doesn’t follow a three-point plan. I’m going to keep on
just trying to write from my heart with the hope that if you are reading along
that you see something kindred, that you receive something that adds dimension
to your walk.

Today, in need of hearing, I sought the solitude of the
ocean. It was right for the voice of Love is whispering words over the rolling
of the waves. They are words of healing, comfort, and life. Words of promises
made and promises kept. And they are for me.

This day is little Emily’s birthday. Loved by us, but never
met. The daughter of my heart yet never in my arms. Each year as we mark the
of that precious little one, I ache a little. Ache for the little girl
who never came to me yet a joyous ache for a little girl who has the mother
love of not one, two, but three women.
There are three women who have her life engraved on their hearts
forever. Today the Promise says that that love will cover her life and that she
will bless and be blessed because of it.

Deep calls to deep in
the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By
day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God
of my life.

Do you hear the voice
of the One who is Kindred today?