Amber C Haines
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Amber C Haines, author of Wild in the Hollow, has 4 sons, a guitar-playing husband, theRunaMuck, and rare friends. She loves the funky, the narrative, and the dirty South. She finds community among the broken and wants to know your story. Amber is curator with her husband Seth Haines of Mother...

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  1. Amber,
    I am not a delicate magnolia blossom and it is hard for me to imagine God delighting over me…even singing over me at times. Last night, my husband woke me up from a dream in which I was talking in my sleep. I was saying someing about “constant criticism”. I suppose my life has been filled with a lot of criticism, but not by God. Even when I mess up He is there with the ring and the robe. I may not be that delicate magnolia blossom, but He loves me just how He made me. Thank you for the needed reminder this am.

  2. Thank you for this beautiful reminder, Amber. Knowing that the Father’s tender love is for us means resting in His presence listening to His heart, stilling our hearts, something that I struggle to discover as I journey from knowing to experiencing. Praying that each of us discover His touch today that comes in the rest of His presence 🙂

  3. I’ve recently felt a strong call to return to the stillness. It will mean, with working full time and putting in long days, that other things may not get done or tended to during my evenings, but tilling the soil of my heart by absorbing God and His greatness and goodness towards me is the best way I can spend my time.

  4. Amber, I’d like to say you are a precious thing, all along. You have a heart for those who are struggling, and you fiercely love, and just as fiercely feel other emotions. Just the same as God fiercely loves you. The flower petal gives it’s fragrance when it is crushed, and the smell is precious, cherished. The diamond is formed by crushing carbon, coal. Then the chunk of rock is rather ugly when it is mined, but no less a diamond, and no less desired and precious even being unformed yet. And because it is a diamond, the refining of being ground into its facets, its particular shapes are what makes it brilliant and desired, and unique. Each diamond, ruby, sapphire, jewel is unique, and beautiful. And each serves a purpose. Some of the hard jewels are used for industry, and some are used for adornment, or remembrances of occasions, for the stones cause us to remember our vows, our important events, our milestones, and guides who we are shaped to become. The pearl of great price…..and when we forget our vows, our important events, our milestones, God tenderly still remembers us, and guides us home. Amber, this is you. You are precious. Blessings, Joanne

  5. I am not a precious thing either. Took me many years to reconcile that God made me this way and had specific things that HE needed me to accomplish. He has SO softened my rough edges, but NO ONE would ever call me “precious”! 🙂 I’m am thankful I can now embrace that and trust the Spirit with my journey to be “complete”. (I raised 3 boys, so I hear ya!)

  6. I have the most ridiculous urge to call you my precious in a super creepy gollum voice because I am super mature like that. But your post was beautiful as always. Also, I miss your face.

  7. I love your post! I guess I’m a precious thing. I used to be neat, organized, quiet. I was trying to write and work on my art. I talked to my dogs, butterflies, sometimes even inanimate things, ” Oh, you’re just the cutest…whatever. ” Now, I have family members living with me. I have the loads of clothes, the house is a mess, sometimes I may feel like a workhorse but I know God’s got it under control. I think you look like a ballerina. We are all different, and yet, so very much alike, needing His love. Thank you for reminding me that I’m a precious thing.

  8. You are my soul twin.

    I too, am “more like a crane heaving a wrecking ball, using every inch of my arms…I don’t walk from one room to another without full-motion cleaning on my way out and distributing everything to its place. I don’t have a princess touch, a princess look, or a princess voice.”

    I have new bruises in new places every week, from all my running into corners and dressers, and anything that gets in the way of my big moves and fast turns. 🙂

    And I struggle with the resting, too, friend. The being. The living loved and believing I’m enough even if I don’t do a thing. Thank you for calling it out. I’m going to try to rest today. Just listen. And ask Him what He thinks about me.

  9. Love this for so many reasons, Amber. Rest has been a theme in my mind lately–a holy something which culture will likely never nudge us to do. I am so not precious either and I love the way you articulated that about yourself. 🙂

  10. Amber, I am crazy in love with all your words and imagery! AND sentiment, so resonates!! I need to remember the robe and the ring! I am rolling around in and basking and tasting all the scrumptiousness in your book second time around. Do not want to miss a crumb!!