Thursday, 16 January 2014

~~a sweet, sweet sound~~

...I was playing guitar in the middle of the night, just strumming simply like I do. (I don't do anything fancy). I noticed that the sound was much fuller than what I was doing. It was like the guitar was picking all the supporting notes to create a full, reverberating sound. I stopped strumming and the music continued, softening until I started playing... G, D, G, D...

So, thinking about it  this morning, the thought that comes to me is that my natural life as a simple strum, school/mom, school/wife, school/etc is translated into the Spiritual realm as an orchestra. God takes my simple offering of what I can do and fills in the supporting details to make it a beautiful majestic sound in His ear. 

Such He does with Life, eh? 

Thursday, 7 March 2013

~~is this you?~~

The visit to see my Physician only confirmed my self-diagnosis. “You have leprosy.” The statement did not frighten me in the physical sense for I knew it was not my flesh he was talking about. The far greater concern in his voice echoed mine, though, knowing it was my spirit he was referring to.

I had been unable to ‘feel’ for some time. It seemed like my spiritual receptors were dull, and in the case with leprosy, may even have fallen off. I felt alienated from others who could feel, ‘sense the Spirit,’ and it seemed my only comrades were those who were afflicted with the same disease I was. Further and further into despair I sank knowing that there was no way out of the abyss. More and more I missed those whose senses were functioning and I found myself longing for just a few words with them. Maybe then I could be encouraged enough to bring light to those afflicted with the same darkness I continued to live in. alas, nothing but solitude. No one was there except a few who were like Job’s friends, encouraging me with sad tales of their own, but not helping me out of the hole.

The worst part was that it felt like recent visits with the Physician had become remote. I wasn’t hoping for much with this visit but, thankfully, this time proved different. As I absorbed his confirmation of my condition, I noticed a verse posted on the office wall, no doubt written by Him. “Come unto me all who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of Me for I am meek and lowly of heart.” That is beautiful, I thought, but how can I when I am as unfeeling as this: how can I learn when I cannot turn the pages because of the numbness in me?

Below the plaque hung a short clipping taken from an article. A story of a man who experienced with the physical form of what my spirit was now afflicted:

     “A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, ‘Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.’
     “Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. ‘I am willing,’ he said. ‘Be clean!’ Immediately he was cured of his leprosy…”

Under my breath I repeated the words, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

My Physician looked up from his desk where he was completing the paperwork of my visit. I was surprised to hear him say, “I am willing. Be clean!” He laughed as he stood up, closing my file with hands that were no strangers to hard work. For the first time I noticed blood flowing from wounds in them, covering the document. As each word was touched by the blood, it disappeared as if it had never been written.
A flash of sensation pulsed through my inner being, not stopping at the boundaries of my flesh, but reaching out to the depths of My Healer and His depths reaching back to me.

“I’m clean!” I breathed, “I’m clean!” 

Friday, 1 March 2013

~~old writings, applicable today~~

How can a soul find its own possibilities? Somehow it must force its way past the probabilities and peek into the loneliness of the possible. Standing bravely against possibilities’ closest cousin, the soul must combat Fear with unwavering solidness firmly rooted in its own convictions. Not necessarily oppressing the enemy but continually pressing until Fear is defeated and one can march on into the next phase of what might be. Always aware of the many options, the easier being to turn back to the familiar, the soul knows when t has reached its limits yet knows not exactly what its limits are. Like a woman exhausted from a night of labor, the soul is enabled to access far reaches of survival to bring forth the possible.

Friday, 1 February 2013

cashing in on a little fun

recently while waiting at a local restaurant known for its good food and slow service, we came up with some silly ways to pass the time! grabbing a handful of coins on the way in, we came up with tons of fun. penny basketball, soccer, spinning and, of course, the monocle!!
guess who was the leader of the pack?!


...uh... maybe...

...nope, but the first to do it THIS way...

...yep... i think he resembles Ozzie here... must be the little 'glasses'...

i'm pretty sure other patrons were jealous of the fun and laughter coming from that far back corner!

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

~~we're grewsome!~~

here they are...
 the updated photos after running around on a farm all summer. these lovelies have sprouted and changed like nobody's business.

Trygve--5 1/2.

Toben--2 yrs, 3-ish months

Terry--7 and a bit

Teresa--8 1/2.

Friday, 18 May 2012

~~warmin' up after chillin' at the park~~

we had in impromptu trip to the tire shop a few days back. one of the rebellious summer tires refused to stay inflated.
we dropped the vehicle off and headed to the park for a short bit... when we got back, the body language told me:


Tuesday, 24 April 2012