Incandescence

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We shimmer shine, aglow within.
Oblivious that what we bring
Drives darkness out, the cursed thing.
And opens eyes and makes us sing.

A holy flame, this tiny spark
Stands vigil in the darkest hour
Humble wick with warming power
Lodestar to the dying day.

And when the wax is all consumed
This sacred fire will ever burn
True nature to the source return
And love ignite and light empower.

Isaiah 42:3 – A bruised reed He will not break And a dimly burning wick He will not extinguish; He will faithfully bring forth justice.

Sweet Surrender

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There is no contentment like the contentment of a cat. Queen Bella, the reigning lioness in our home, recently briefed me on her taxing daily agenda:

  • yawn, stretch and slip on ostrich feather slippers (5 minutes)
  • vociferously whine until the wait staff brings breakfast (10 minutes)
  • meddle in others’ affairs and garner lots of attention (30 minutes)
  • preen (3 hours) – Bella insists that spa is a verb. She also indicated that God’s highest purpose for a cat is to adorn her surroundings by being, in very essence, beautiful.
  • snoop for a comfortable chaise, in the sun, preferably with a water view (5 minutes)
  • collapse, exhausted from the effort, and luxuriate – also known as napping (5 hours)
  • repeat as necessary

Would it be overstating the obvious to say that I am not a cat?

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Consider the birds of the air – they do not sow or reap or store away in barns and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than them? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your lifespan?” – Matthew 6:25-34

Yes, I have scars.

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Since we’re being honest… here is a marvelous picture of wholeness from Abbie!

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When you think of scars, do you consider them flaws, or signs of damage or vulnerability?

I did for most of my life. I have some scars that are quite apparent, and more which are not. One of the more obvious (to me) would be the scars from where my ear was re-attached when I was about 18. Yet, in reality, I wear my hair up most of the time and I can recall literally no one noticing it. The closest I’ve come was recently when a co-worker mentioned that I had only one earring in that ear. She hadn’t noticed that it was because the other earring hole was too close to the edge of my lobe, due to the scarring, to realistically put in an earring; just that there were 2 earrings in one ear, and only one in the other.

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On the Water

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Water draws me. Having grown up along the shore, my eyes are trained to notice the subtle mood swings in its undulating expanse. I love the way that sunlight glitters and trips off the waves. Cantankerous and changeable, spirited and flirtatious. Or utterly tranquil. Perhaps you feel the same longing when you face the sea and witness its ceaseless roar?

When I was a girl, we were lucky enough to sail. Many weekends, our family would ply the briny waters of the Chesapeake, full tilt at 15 knots. And just as many days, our vessel would bob listlessly under windless skies. While the rest of the crew was pulling down sails to head home, I would plead with my father to stay, to remain cradled in its shimmering tide.

Though I moved away from the coast after college, I never stopped searching for open water. Recently, our family relocated from the mountains, and I am home once more, barefoot on the beach! Since we are between boats, my perspective is now bound by my view from shore.

Yet even from land, hemmed in by the boundary of the waves, that familiar longing – eternal thirst – still beckons. There are lessons to be learned here. I wonder sometimes if God is made of water.

He has made everything beautiful in its time and has set eternity in our hearts [that mysterious longing which nothing but God can satisfy] …”  -Ecclesiastes 3:11 (Amplified Bible)

Worlds Unknown

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3 for 3. Last installment on the 3-Day Quote Challenge! Thanks again to Scribbled Dreams for the nomination – I’ve made new friends along the way and enjoyed myself immensely.

C.S. Lewis is my final choice in the quote challenge – his words have taken me to new places and are ripe with symbolism. Writer, poet, critic, philosopher, this great man humbly recognized the Eternal in his purpose, his writing, his life.

How many lives has Lewis touched with his writing? How many will you? Take heart, dear writer, your words matter. And like Lewis, you will go on touching lives long after you’ve put down your pen. We speak from what we know, what we believe. What story will your life tell?

Stay tuned for final nominations in this challenge 😀

 

Word Power

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Hello, friends! Day #2 in the 3-Day Quote Challenge. Today’s sentiment stems from the statesman and sage Sir Winston Churchill. He’s more quotable than most. May we remember that our circumstance does not define us, but our determination often will!

Grateful to be named a nominee in this challenge by Tanya over at Scribbled Dreams! Thanks, Tanya! I’m having fun tracking down my favorite quotes and mashing them up with compelling pix (check out a free site called pixabay, just brimming with beautiful images). Quick work in photoshop and voila! Quotable images.

Today, I nominate these wonderful writers for inspiring us with their work:

  1. Mehumm, for candor and spice!
  2. Jay at Nourish’D Life, where you’ll find motivation for healthier living; and
  3. Nikki at A Kinder Way, reaching out with the words of grace we all need in our day.

Here are the rules:

  1. Three quotes for three days.
  2. Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.

Congratulations, bloggers! You’re it 😀

Dream a Better Dream

 

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“Do NOT wake her!” Somewhere far off I hear this vaguely familiar voice. Then footsteps receding, and a click of the door, closing.

And then slowly – which is the way consciousness always catches up with me – I become aware that a recurring dream has been playing on my inner eyelids. Maybe it’s the only dream I’ve ever dreamed. Alone downtown. Walking in the evening, I begin to notice that the buildings are disconnecting. Pulling apart like taffy. The physical world is coming unhinged and a crazy white light is streaming in through the cracks. And when I look up, I see that the stars are just pin pricks in a purple velvet fabric that holds back the light.

When I wake, I lie there perfectly still for a moment, staring at the tall ceiling and drinking in the peculiar sensation that remains. Is it longing? Yes, and wonder. That I’ve been let in on such a big secret. Maybe the first to know that all throughout our busy days, just beyond this material world, we are completely and perfectly engulfed in light.

I hear little padded feet scampering down the hall again and smell the bacon frying. Shadows flit across the wall, light chasing away the darkness. And I smile, so utterly grateful for Saturday.

photo courtesy power of positivity

The Power of our Words

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I just found out I was nominated to participate in a 3-day quote challenge. Believe me, I was as surprised as you are to find my name on Tanya’s list. Check out her cool blog over at Scribbled Dreams!

This nomination is a first for me, and it means so much! Thanks, Tanya! For today’s quote, I chose Helen Keller – who never ceases to amaze. Her life bears testimony to the indomitable spirit within each of us. So here’s to you, my fellow bloggers, for rising above your obstacles and turning them into personal, passionate testimonies. Write on!

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I nominate the following today because I find them each so inspiring!!

  1. K at the Blackwall blog, for her endless supply of encouragement and talent. She was sharing quotes before anybody turned it into a challenge, and I for one have been blessed by them 🙂 Don’t miss out!
  2. Susanne at Wuthering Bites has a story or two to tell you, and she’ll keep you laughing all the way.
  3. Ana at Amsterdive. So happy to find her quirky tales of travel and the city she loves.

Here are the rules:

  1. Three quotes for three days.
  2. Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.

Congratulations, bloggers. Go forth and quotify!

 

A New Thing

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As the dust settles on our new life, I am aching to get back to writing. The move played out to be more of a symbol of change than I first knew.

Yes, there were all the requisite tasks of packing – of purging and cataloguing. And the physical burden of lifting, pushing, reaching, jamming, jostling. The stress of moving day. The miscommunications, anxiety, losing stuff. The niggling things left undone as deadlines drew near.

But I was completely unprepared for what was in store at the other end of this momentous transfer. Something happened, and it’s only now dawning on me that it was something good.

Our move – now two weeks old – marks the fifth in 19 years of marriage. You’d think I’d be good at it by now. But we moved in the middle of a heat wave. Unending, sweltering, oppressive work. So frustrations ran high and emotions raw. Somewhere between the physical exhaustion and feeling spent emotionally, I had finally had enough!

If I were the author of this tale, the epiphany would have come at just this moment, unearthed from the ashes, while my protagonist was drained of all sufficiency. But God knew I needed a couple of weeks to feel sorry for myself before I could sniff out the rest of the story.

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