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Leftover Thoughts after Vacation


When I explore new places, I see so much beauty in the Earth that God created.  When I am still and submerge myself in these natural surroundings, I cannot help but be in awe of the subtle differences in landscapes and waterways.  I have always found peace in quieting myself and wondering about our creative Father ever since I was a child and ventured into the woods or the farm I lived by.  This world is beautiful underneath all the ugliness that man has created by his own fleshly nature.  My quiet place is anywhere that I can be still and notice the clear brooks, green hills, or feel the soil between my toes…..soil.  Just thinking of that alone, the gritty odor of soil and the way that it shifts and molds under my feet, whether it’s sand, clay, or peat.   The feeling of coolness from shaded soil or the hot sand that you quickly walk on that is exposed by the blazing sun.  How God took something filthy and created humans to have relationships with.  Yes, by our very nature we are dirty, yet God sees each of us sprouting, growing, and blooming to the potential He created us with individually.  Distinctive differences on numerous levels, each with different markings, characteristics and traits, yet similar enough to know that our origin is dirt.  Only God can take something so grimy and shape it into something pleasing and necessary to its environment.


When I sit on the ground, whether it’s a mountaintop overlooking a valley or on a beach with my feet in the sand, I want to remain there forever.  My soul is quiet and I feel God’s presence around me.  Remain….that’s a word that I don’t think of often, but to remain means several things, look it up in the dictionary and think about each meaning. Synonyms of remain are abide, stay, wait, tarry, rest, or endure.  That word also makes me think of this scripture “Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.” John 15:4.  My filthy self, needs to remain in Christ if I want to be productive and fruitful….if I want to live to the fullest potential of what I was created for.  I can’t do that on my own, severed from Christ.  I’ve tried before and it doesn’t work, I wither and become dry dust without Christ. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.    abide

I wonder, as I view turquoise skies, emerald seas, and chocolate mountains, how much greater the eternal kingdom will be with a remaining known presence of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  I used to be scared of thinking about life outside of this world, but when you remain in Him, it’s a paradise we cannot truly fathom.  It has to be a stillness we’ve never even come close to feeling even on our highest moments on Earth.  A place where time doesn’t matter, harmonies float in the air like the wind, and worries are non-existent.  Paradise….if I remember the vine and stay attached to it.

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Posted by on July 6, 2018 in Spiritual Reflections


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Writer’s Block

The cursor blinks at me
I want to write
But my mind is as blank as this page.
Do you ever have those moments where you just want a masterpiece to unfold?
By the tap tapping of the keyboard?
Yeah, it’s not happening tonight.
Just random words splatting on a page,
Filling up the void in front of me.
My mind is frozen like the tundra outside my window.
Winter…..stillness, frozen in time.

I’m hoping as I tap upon this keyboard
Those thoughts will thaw out and a moment of inspiration will awaken me.
It’s just not one of those nights.

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Posted by on February 24, 2015 in Writing


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Electronic Hoarding Begins

I have a confession to make.
I’m a hoarder of musings, writings, thoughts, cards, letters or anything
that contains words.  Most of my
collection are my own private journals, poems, stories, and attempted
writings.  I have boxes of such things in the attic, stuffed in drawers, or piled upon the computer desk.  Why I have kept all of this stuff, I do not
know. With the cards, letters and journals it’s simply for sentimental reasons.
I’ve only shared these things with a
few people in my life.  But, the majority
has been read only by me as I write them or reread them.

I believe my husband has inadvertently
introduced me to the world of blogging so that this paper collection of mine
will start to cease.  What better
solution for a writing hoarder than to introduce publishing her random thoughts
to a vast audience who may or may not see what she has to say.  That way everything is out of sight, out of
mind….yet still accessible.  It’s not as
if I haven’t stored writings on the computer in the past.  My document file is pretty full, but to tell
the truth anytime I’ve saved anything on the computer, I’ve printed out a copy
as well.  Maybe it’s my distrust in
technology for storing my personal data.
You never know when the hard drive will decide to bite the dust.

Yes, I know blogging has been around
for a pretty good while.  Just ask my
husband and he’ll tell you I’m overly cautious about trying out anything new
when it comes to technology.  In the same
breath, he will also tell you that once I do try it out I fall in love with
it.  Take for instance when the Kindle
first came out.  He, being a tech guru,
tells me how much I would love this gadget.
That it is something that I would definitely want.  I snarled up my nose and insisted that
holding an actual book could never be replaced by some thin electronic
gadget.  It just wouldn’t have the same
kind of feel and I wasn’t interested at all.
Needless to say, he couldn’t help himself.  He knew without a doubt that I would fall in
love with Kindle.  So, a few years back
when Kindle was brand new, he ordered one for me for Christmas.  I didn’t get it that Christmas because it was
on backorder.  Of course, he didn’t tell
me I was getting one anyway because I didn’t ask for it.  My birthday is in April.  I think he finally received the Kindle the
end of February or first of March.  So,
he waited until my birthday to give it to me.
I opened the present and put on a fake grin when I saw what it was.  This was going to replace my books sitting in
bookshelves?  I pulled out the gadget and
when I did, I saw cords.  Cords used to
make me uneasy.  I plug that where and to
what?  I questioned him on what if I ran
out of space, or if the book I ordered got lost, and how big of a learning
curve is this gadget?  He knows my patience
with learning anything new, I have none.
He turned it on for me and showed me how to purchase books in the
store.  Needless to say, he was right; I
fell in love with it and wouldn’t even think about parting from it now.

So now this paper trail I have
created all of my life will slowly creep onto the internet saving space in my
home but polluting the rest of the internet.
You can thank my husband for that!

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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Writing


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