There are moments that I feel ancient, worn out and weathered. A battlement of bad weather and disappointment has left this little vessel of simply 25 years a little worse for wear. But, in my mind…in that tiniest truest part, I’m about 8 years old. I really delight when she surfaces. The older I get it tends to be less and less, and therefore all the more sacred and precious. Whether it be the first tinge of winter reddening my nose, the sounds of the first seasonal carol sung, or an episode of Little House on the Prairie taking me back to a small cherished space as a child. Sometimes my “little” hands can’t help but jump into rapid applause as the laughter of that small child surfaces and I see through her eyes. I feel it most this time of year, and never more as I have begun to read the beloved series…the Chronicles of Narnia.
It is hard for me to imagine in all my 25 years I have never peeled back the cover and stepped into this magical world of wonder, snow, and magic. Where talki…
in a valley tucked in-between two mountain ranges. Lavender, with its clean
laundered sent, stretches as far as the eye can see. I run calloused hands over
tender bud. Walking up the hill, I see
the expanse of the valley wide. The edge of night lightens to purple. The
mountains are stoic, as if taking in a deep breath before glorious waking sigh.
The sun crests – burning amber. The rich colors streak across the sky,
deepening everything in a warm blanket. As light dances higher, life opens.
Birds call to another; sing-song and playful. Field mice, hares, chipmunks peak
out of holes and boroughs. Deer languish on moss kissed by morning dew. Daisies
open, turning face toward sun proudly extending tiny peddles toward warmth
whispers in my ear, “This is what I have for you!” … Oh, Wondrous Soul, change is a many splendored
thing. Clichés can make the word feel monstrous. There is nothing to fear. We
all experience its effect, as tide to the moon. It draws us further i…
Hadassah: “What hope, Mark? What hope is there?”Mark: “ God always leaves a remnant.” -A Voice in the Wind, Mark of the Lion series; Francine Rivers remnant: n. a small remaining quantity of something adj. remaining My precious friend, Abby imbued me with a frame to fill with purpose for 2017. What I will embrace, engage in, be, believe, break free from, do daily, let go of, learn from, live by, give, and how I will grow. It sits at my desk as a daily reminder. My pastor touched on how women seek the ideal in every situation. In a biblical God given capacity it can be a treasure, but it also can be a hindrance that leads to sin. I had such a beautiful ideal for 2017. The start was filled with potholes that left me a bit bereft with a twisted ankle and need for a dark room and copious amounts of sugar. I felt aimless and without purpose. I knew there was more, but God’s more wasn’t matching with my ideal. It wasn’t fitting into what I had pictured. How…