Thursday, 2 October 2014

Wonderful Evie

Dearest Evie, 
Happy Birthday to you! Oh, how blessed I am to have you in my life! How blessed we are as a family to have you in our lives! You have added such richness and beauty to the Penney family. As I was praying for you, and preparing to write your blog  - something I do each time I write a Birthday blog - I was struck by the beauty that Autumn brings. I love the gorgeous colours, and the smells. I love when the air gets cool and crisp outside and I get to wear cozy scarves and sweaters and socks and boots. It's my most favorite season! (Next to Christmas! But Christmas isn't technically a season!) And I discovered, Evie, that you remind me of Autumn. The rich, beautiful colours of who you are, are so warm and inviting. Your personality, what makes you, you, is so evident in everything you do. It shows up in the way you present your home. It is there when you entertain friends and family. Evie, who you are, and the things you do, are lovely. Lovely is the word I was given for you. It's such a beautiful word, I even like how it sounds when I say it. It's a word not often used anymore, I think. We don't tend to describe things, people, memories or locations as lovely. We use words like beautiful, amazing, excellent, or pretty. But I happen to think lovely, is exactly that, lovely! I looked up some verses in the Bible with the word lovely in them. 
Psalm84:1b - 2 says,
"How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God."
When I read this Evie, I am in awe that He gave me the same word for you that He uses to describe His dwelling place.
And Song of Solomon 2:14-17 says,
My love lifts up his voice, he says to me, 'Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.
For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone.
'Flowers are appearing on the earth. The season of glad songs has come, the cooing of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree is forming its first figs and the blossoming vines give out their fragrance. Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.
'My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock, in the coverts of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.'
Oh, Evie! Your Father, your Lord and Saviour calls you lovely! He tells you, "Your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely." He is telling you that winter is passed; it is time for a season of glad songs. Evie, He is calling you to Himself. 
Those are God's words, not mine. I'm not nearly so eloquent. 
But I do agree! You are lovely!
And just in case you don't feel exactly lovely today, read those verses again. Write 'em out and stick 'em on your mirror! Believe it! God does not lie. :)
I love you, Evie. May your day, your year, the rest of your lovely life, be blessed!
Melinda