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My Symphony

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I stumbled upon this passage by Channing and I love the excerpt below.
I think it quite fitting for a Monday as I begin a new day and a new week.
I hope you find this encouraging and motivating.
It’s so easy to get caught up in what the world values. Just remember that it’s fleeting.

I long to focus on what matters…what is lasting…that which is eternal.

“To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.”
(William Henry Channing, 1810-1884, US clergyman and philosopher.)

How about you? What is your symphony?

Five Minute Friday: Expectation

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When I read the word “Expectation” as the subject for our 5 minutes together today, I immediately thought of Matthew 6. Only I couldn’t remember that it was Matthew 6 so I had to google the key words and verses. (Just keepin’ it honest with my imperfections.)

I have been thinking a great deal about nature and the way that it surrenders to the Master’s plan. The intricate detail displayed in a spider’s web is fascinating to me. Today’s post is illustrated with examples of creation and the lack of expectation as it knows the Father is taking care of every need.

25-26“If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.

 27-29“Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.

 30-33“If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.

 34“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” ~Matthew 6:25-34


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Your Beloved needs You now

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In the peacefulness of early morning
before even the sun has dispelled the darkness of night
there is praise on my lips.

It is You who wakes me from sleep
beckoning me
to embrace the stillness and quiet
while listening for Your voice.

God,
make me acutely aware of Your presence
in my coming in and going out
in each conversation in which I engage.

May You always be at the forefront of my mind
first in my heart
anchoring my soul and stirring my spirit.

Calm my anxious thoughts
dissolve my fear
with the gentle reminders of Your faithfulness.

Expose my lack of faith
so that the light may extinguish its power
search me, know me
completely and fully.

Your will is not my will
compared to You
I am but a vapor.

How can I not trust
how can I not believe
how can I not call on You in the early hours of morning
throughout the day and
into the evening.

When this world is everything but
You are grace
You are hope
You are light
You are life

Your magnificence is all around me
and yet, at times, it is as if I am blind
open my eyes to Your splendor.

Open my ears to the sounds of creation
Your creation
filling the earth with songs to You.

When I seek solace in things of this world
draw me back to You
my Provider, Protector, Comforter
my Resting Place.

Let me not seek out grandiose events
but rather delight in each moment
may everything I do
everything I am
be pleasing to You.

Take captive every thought
and before it becomes a word
may it be gratifying to You
before it becomes an action
may it honor and glorify You.

Lord, in whom I put my trust
You do not leave me here in the silence
You are everywhere I look
If only I had faith like a child.

Look at the work of Your hands
You are in every detail
nature screams of Your divine providence
evidence of You cannot be ignored

Even in my grieving
I find comfort
in the undeniable truth that
You are in all things.

Before time began
as centuries have passed
now and in the future
You remain unchanged.

Less of me
more of You
this life is fragile
I don’t want to waste a moment.

Even so, I know that this earth is not my home
help me make eternal investments
in the time that I have
until I am made complete
when in Your presence

And by Your power
all is made well.
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“Beauty”

“Praise”

“Childlike wonder”

“Splendor”

“Grace”

“Faithfulness”

“Master Creator”

The time is now

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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took
to blossom.” ~Anais Nin

Five Minute Friday: Opportunity

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Today I’m joining in the five minute Friday conversation through the Gypsy Mama.  I have five minutes to write, start to finish on a selected topic.

“We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.

GO

I’ve heard it said, many times, that “Opportunity knocks.”
Maybe for some, but for me, most of the time, it kicks down the door.

I’m not talking about incredible, money making opportunities or things of that sort. I’m referring to the everyday opportunities that I do not always notice. The kind of opportunities that happen all around me as I’m living life.

When I’m on my computer and my child comes and sits next to me asking, “Will you read this book to me?” That is an opportunity to engage and be fully present with my child. Sadly, I do not always take it, but when I do, I don’t ever regret it.

When I’m in a hurry to get somewhere and cannot be bothered by traffic lights or people and inevitably there is someone moving slower than I would like them to be in the crosswalk. What a beautiful opportunity to, slow down, take a breath, maybe even lift a hand in a friendly wave while smiling and thank God that I have a car to drive and am capable of doing so many things that bring me happiness.

When a friend stops me in the store with an obvious burden that needs to be heard and I am in a hurry to get in and get out. I can stop what I’m doing and listen. I can be genuine and kind without being there for an hour. This is a great opportunity to show through my actions how important relationships are.

When someone lets me go ahead of them and the long line of cars behind them in the drive-thru at Starbucks, it provides an excellent opportunity to pay for their coffee and ask the Barista to tell them, “Thank you! Happy Thursday!” (or whatever day it is.)

How many opportunities do I come across throughout my day to be generous, compassionate, attentive, forgiving, accepting, encouraging, supportive, present, loving and soothing? (just to name a few.) I don’t want to miss those.

Many opportunities are just as important for the provider as for the receiver.

STOP

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When I was a Christian

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I grew up in a loving home surrounded by “God-fearing” parents, grandparents, friends and neighbors. My mom says that I prayed to receive Christ at age two. Though she was unable to decipher my words, she’s certain that’s what I did.

I distinctly remember at age seven, sitting at the kitchen counter, across from my mom, when my dad called to say that my grandfather’s long and painful battle with cancer was over. And just like that I learned of mortality…

To continue reading this post, please visit Leanne Penny’s site here where she has started a unique series called, “Beautiful Scars.”

In the midst of the storm

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I don’t know whether to cry or scream. Stay busy or sleep the day away. Restless is not an accurate description of the way I feel. I don’t know what would be?

My heart aches. Literally, my chest physically hurts. My understanding is so limited, so human.

My friend is in need of a miracle.

I believe in the God of miracles.

Yet, He is silent.

Lord, help my unbelief. Disprove my doubts. Show the doctors with human hands who the Ultimate Physician really is.

I look at the work of your hands. The way you have created life in seemingly lifeless places. I want to beg you to breathe life back into Elliot’s frail body. Knowing full well that your will is not my will and that Jesus taught us to approach the throne of grace with the words, “Thy will be done.” on our tongue.

But Father, I want to pound my fists in rage at the injustice as well as lifting my hands in praise for your faithfulness. I am in a strange place that is neither familiar nor foreign. Where fear meets faith…I suppose.

What am I supposed to do with this storm of emotion?! My fear tells me to sit with my back in the corner so that I feel surrounded by stability. How foolish of me for even thinking that walls capable of crumbling could provide me with security.

God, I know where my security lies and yet my faith is lacking. It’s not necessarily the realism of mortality that is so distressing. It is the little ones she would leave behind. It is the man of her dreams and the children they made together. It is those of us left…back here…on this earth of loss and tragedy. A place where understanding may never come.

These are the times we feel the gnawing in our gut and the longing in our soul. It is a homesickness of sorts. Not for this world. For Heaven.

“Help me. Please. Father. Abba. Please help me.”

* To follow Elliot’s story, visit her CaringBridge site. You can find her on facebook and post words of encouragement on her wall as well.