Sunday, June 29, 2014

I Suppose This Is What You Will Have To Do

When every door is closed,
closed tightly,
and there is not a single window opening,
then I suppose the best thing
you can do
 is patiently wait in the hallway.
Are you walking through open doors,
 or waiting in the hallway?

Old Testament

Book of Jeremiah chapter 29 verses 11-13

11 For I know the plans I have for you,”
declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
 plans to give you hope and a future.
12 Then you will call on me
 and come and pray to me,
 and I will listen to you.
13 You will seek me
 and find me
when you seek me with all your heart.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

This Is What I Do is not always gentle.

In January I flew.
We had such a cold and snowy winter,
so it was a reprieve to go where there
was no snow.
Upon my return it was interesting to see
a distinct line
where the snow began.
I was returning to 16 degrees Fahrenheit,
and cold frigid winter.
Were it not for the perspective
of seeing the snow line from above the earth
it would have been easy to think that everyone
was enjoying snow.
Because "my world"
was covered and wrapped
 entirely in snow.
 is how we
can attempt
to see things
 from a different point of view.
When I was expecting our first born son,
I began to wonder,
what my perspective would be,
if I could see life through the eyes of
the blessed mother,
of the Christ Child.
I'm sure it wasn't easy
to travel in the condition in which she found herself.
Did she long for her circumstances to be different?
Did she have a willing heart?
Did she have a hopeful heart?
Was she resisting every change?
Or was she pursuing the future?
We can't know the answer,
but I believe anyone
 (any woman at least)
would have enough perspective to say,
Mary was walking through some really hard times.
But God provided a place:
in a manger.
God provided a protector:
in Joseph.
God provided for physical needs:
in the Magi who brought expensive gifts.
God provided love:
in adoring shepherds.
God provided celebration:
in the chorus of Heavenly Angels.
I have no way of knowing
 your perspective.
I have no way of truly knowing
 the depths of your pain.
I have no way of knowing
 the arduous journey you are travelling.
But I do know that God will provide.
I do know
Feel blessed today.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

"Medium Notes" of Pure Yum!

We eat a lot of fresh fruit and veggies.
Tonight it was
That's a new combination for us.
It's a new favorite.
The tangy tartness
of the nectarines and plums
paired very well
with the smooth and mild
You know,
if it was coffee
from a coffee shop,
it would likely be
described with
"medium notes
of something or the other exotic".
Just thought I should let ya know that.
What is your favorite summer fruit right now?

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Why Do I Wonder These Things?

So after having all day today to think
 about the post I did last night
 about the wishberries,
I began to wonder...
what if I were a wishberry
so to speak?
Have you ever wondered that?
Have you wondered
 what it would be like
 if you were a wishberry?
I know...
that's a crazy thought.
What if  you and I were battered
by rain
and wind
or the innocent breath of by standers
or kicked around with a heavy leather boot
by the wiles of living?
What if the seeds of our lives just turned loose
and floated
floated away?
It's kinda freaky really
if you think about it,
that is happening constantly
to you
AND me.
The seeds of our lives
are spreading influence.
Influence for good,
or bad,
or indifference.
Where do those seeds go?
Actually, where have they gone?
Has my influence mattered?
Have I had a positive affect on others?
Have I brought joy
or encouragement?
Have I been faithful?
Have I been trustworthy?
Have I bloomed
where ever the seeds of my life have fallen?
In all my failings
as a wife,
a mom,
a friend,
a sister,
a daughter,
a daughter in law,
have I still had a positive influence?
We really can't control life
not really,
not absolutely.
We can do our best,
our very best,
with our circumstances,
and let that be good enough.
The wishberry seeds are blooming
where they are planted.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

It's In The Promise Of The Wishberry

 A few weeks ago on a damp and cold and dreary 
 Spring day
she asked,
"When do you ever think
we will see those yellow flowers again?"
I said,
 "What yellow flowers?"
 But I was thinking
Then with a contemplative
tone in her voice
she said,
 the only way I know
to describe them
 they are
young wishberries!"
Then I knew!
Ah yes.
Young wishberries.
When she was just a tiny
hardly talking,
she christened a dandelion puff
calling it
"a wishberry".
I've loved dandelion puffs,
since I was a child.
even now,
I love blowing them
watching the seeds
float away,
on the wings of the fragile puff
of my breath
or the wind.
Once when I was in elementary school
I found a huge dandelion puff
where two stems had fused
and grown together
making a
heart shaped puff
much larger than I had ever seen.
And so began my fascination with them.
Upon her pronouncement of calling them
so very aptly named,
in my humble opinion,
they became just that much more
dear to me.
we've enjoyed
ever since.
We never fail to have
a bouquet each Spring
young wishberries
and violets.
I perused the yard and I only found one actual wishberry.
It wasn't a perfectly round seed pod of puff and promise.
It was actually kind of small and tattered.
It was battered by the wind and last night's rain.
But still the promises were there,
in the seeds
that waited to be released
from their tiny station on the stem.
The seed held the promise for more young wishberries.
The seeds will float,
float away,
still a part of their past,
but becoming something new.
I suppose life
just isn't life
without it.
Scattering and change
and yet
hope for regrowth.
When there is enough rain and wind and battering,
those seeds will
loosen their grip and spread
and there will be more yellow polka dots across
the lawn.
I know most people don't like them.
And find them to be a nuisance.
I see hope...
in the promise of the wishberry.
Don't you?

Sunday, June 1, 2014

You Are Really Gonna Be Somethin' Pretty Awesome!

He said he awoke to sounds
 of someone coming in through the window,
and instantly,
 his stomach was in his throat.
So leaving the safety of his bed
 he began to search for the intruder.
Upon closer inspection,
 he realized
 that the
"intruder coming through the window"
was nothing more
 than his son's gerbil
taking a midnight spin
 on the gerbil wheel!
He was unnerved.
Wide awake.
All systems primed to kill the gerbil.
And yet,
there was safety in the house.
Home was a refuge,
a safe refuge.
And though he didn't say,
I suppose he went back to bed,
and I would imagine
 sleep was long in coming.
I overheard my brother
relate this story a few days ago.
He told how the incident
completely unnerved him.
I've thought about it all day today,
 off and on
I've thought about how
life can deal you some blows
those hard difficult blows
that just simply
 slug your stomach
to your throat
in much the same way
that my brother felt.
Often those blows
bring up emotions
responses to fear.
I know
I know...
not always...
is fear based on false evidence,
but yes,
 sometimes it really is.
This evening late,
thunder rumbled,
lightening flashed,
the wind blew,
leaves swirled across the yard,
the temperature cooled,
the humidity evaporated.
We gathered on the porch
to enjoy a summer storm.
And yet,
we heard
and saw
was false evidence.
There was no storm.
There was no rain.
On a particularly long
and stressful day,
not too long ago,
I told my husband,
"If we can just get through this,
 we are gonna be SO AWESOME!"

Ha ha ha,
now I chuckle at my attempts.
I was trying to keep it light
interject the positive
and try to feel things
that neither of us probably
felt like feeling.
But hey, why not try?
And he would chuckle
 and respond with a half hearted,
Because you've probably dealt
 with some of the same things we have,
when life is
knocking you around
slugging your stomach
right up to your Adam's apple
and the thunder is rumbling
and the lightening is flashing
and on top of all that...
you think you hear an
 "intruder comin' through the window".
When all along,
that ruckus,
that noise,
that emergency,
that tough time,
  is just the gerbil on the wheel.
So don't give in to fear I tell ya.
"that gerbil"
"that intruder"
"that joy stealer"
"that worry maker"
"that energy zapper"
for what he really is,
and focus on
I have to tell myself that too.
Because many times fear is from
So tell me,
how do you deal with fear?
He knows the way I take and when He has tried me I will come forth as gold.
Old Testament Book of Job, Chapter 23 verse 10
So look out y'all,
once you get through whatever
 it is you are going through,
you are gonna be somethin' really awesome. 
 Just you wait and see!