Tag Archives: Faith

Quietly

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Quietly,
Quietly,
she waits.
Alone.

No longer does laughter
fill the air;
No longer does door
on hinges swing.

Quietly,
Quietly,
she waits.
Alone.

No longer does she
move with ease;
No longer does laughter
ring so free.

Quietly,
Quietly,
she waits.
Alone.

No longer does the
doorbell ring;
No longer does the 
guest swing in.

Quietly,
Quietly,
she waits.
Alone.

Brrring! 
shatters quietness;
Brrring! 
fractures aloneness.

Quietly,
Quietly, 
she smiles.
Connected. 

Hello?
Oh, beloved voice;
How are you?
warms lonely heart.


Quietly,
Quietly she speaks; 
Quietly, quietly
loves, lives.


 

My sweet, sweet mother

This poem was inspired by a phone call I had this morning with my sweet, sweet mother, now 86, who lives 450 miles away. I asked, “How are you doing, Mom?” I heard a shocking reply. I didn’t realize how hard mandated seclusion is for the elderly, for my mom who never seemed elderly.

Please, please, please visit or call your parent or friend or neighbor today! Help “shatter the quietness and fragment the aloneness” for them.

“Pure religion and undefiled is this, To visit the fatherless and widow in their affliction…” James 1:27a

I plan on writing about the conversation tomorrow in my blog. See you then!

Sing For It's Spring

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Chirping and warbling-sounds that woke my up this morning. Happy, cheerful, hopeful sounds. My face broke into a smile as I blinked away the sleep from my eyes.

Downstairs, when I opened the blinds, what did I see? Three robins hopping across the lawn. What happy harbingers of spring! Melodies of my feathered friends drifted into the kitchen. My lips upturned. The birds aren’t worried.

Turning, wonderings wove wistfully in my thoughts as I completed my morning chores : Has the snow landed 3 times on the robins tail? I think so. I hope so.

My eyes lifted and glanced out the kitchen window. There on my shepherd’s crook, still holding the skeletons of fragrant flowers from last summer, sat a little red-headed bird. How happily he sat, cocking his head this way and that, surveying the wide world around him. His feathers puffed and fluffed like a proud little soldier. How lucky I am to see such a sight! What a handsome fellow.

Using Bird Watcher’s Digest, I think this is a male house finch. You can see the screen, but I didn’t have time to take another picture from the sliding door.

My legs carried me quickly to my phone. Hurriedly, my finger pressed the button. Did I get it? Oh, I forgot, the screen. Do I have time to get to the door without the screen? My feet flew to the door. I peeked out just as my friend tipped his head as if to say, “Top of the mornin’ to ye!” Opening his wings, he fluttered off.

“Good mornin’ to ye!” I whispered back as smile spread across my face. “Come back soon, little friend!”

“…Sing unto the LORD a new song…” Psalms 149:1b

Never Too Old For a Sleepover

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This afternoon my wonderful mother is meeting me for a sleepover. Six months before, I called with the happy news that I’d be in her state; I called with the invitation to a sleepover! As delighted as two young schoolgirls, we made our plans-when she’d arrive, where to come, and what we’ll do. We’re going to have so much fun!

I’ll pull into the parking lot, back from a long day of meetings. I know I’ll find her, as I have many times before, sitting patiently in her car, waiting. Waiting for me. We’ll go in, get settled, We’ll have small talk, little intimate discussions shared between a mother and a daughter. We’ll knit and chat and giggle and laugh outright, probably real belly laughs. Then, we’ll put our needles aside and humbly bow in a tender time of prayer, praying mostly for my children. How we want them to follow our LORD. Rising from this holy time, we’ll order pizza, take-out from a local pizzeria. We’ll bring it back to the room…mostly because we’ll want a relaxed and quiet place. No noisy customers, no jangling cups, or clinking dishes. Mostly, we’ll visit. We may decide visit the pool and dip our toes in the water, in spite of the two-hour rule, but then again, maybe we won’t.  Will we laugh by the poolside and share our thoughts  in the elevator?  Hmmm…we’ll decide.  As the evening deepens and begins to slumber, we’ll change into our comfy ‘jammies and crawl under the covers. We’ll continue our tête-à-tête, continue until one or the other slips softly to sleep.

Morning will find waking early; We’ll still be talking. No lack of words have we. A little more lingering over breakfast and a cup of coffee. Then, all too quickly, hugs and I love yous, glistening eyes, and waves good-bye. I send her on her way.

You’re never, after all, too old for a sleepover.

 

Sunday Psalm

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1 The world displays Your greatness;

The heavens shout Your glory.

2  Waving grasses whisper praise;

Cattails bow in prayer.

3  Meandering streams with frosty shores

Hum the ancient hymns;

4  Tripping brooks with icy currents

Lilt the heavenly lyrics.   

5  Hopping robin with bright red breast

Chirp the cheerful chorus;

6  Scurrying squirrels with tails unfurled

Scamper to the rhythm.

7  Sing, oh my soul,

His wonders now proclaim.

8  Sing, oh my soul,

The Redeemer’s love exclaim.

9  Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord, oh my soul!

Joy Givers

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Joy Givers

I read a post today on Slice of Life by vanessaw2007 in which she talked about an exercise to share things that give you joy.  Her list made me smile and made me consider what things give me joy.  So giving her full credit for this idea and building upon it, here is my list.

 

 

Things That Give Me Joy…

Peaceful, quiet moments-I think of quiet places to linger when the day has been stressful or my heart needs to ponder.  I think of quiet places to reflect and recharge and refresh.

Snow falling-I think of gentle snows with lazily drifting snowflakes under illuminating streetlamps.  I think of muted sounds and snow-covered coats.     

Sunsets-I think of azure skies with golden clouds, of silhouetted trees guarding the  horizon.  I think of the sun whispering goodnight in fading hues. 

Hot tea on the patio in the early morning-I think of the awakening world.  I think of pausing, enjoying the quiet beauty, and of contemplating the emerging day.   

Gracie-I think of our loyal, loving Golden Retriever.  I think of her sitting at my feet as I wrote my thesis.  I think of her winning ways-stealing into my heart by bringing me a stick bigger than her puppy self.  I think of her swimming half-way to Michigan as we frantically tried to call her back.  I think of my gentle, aging friend whose nickname is Faithful-and-True.    

Husband-I think of John, lover, companion, and friend of 32 wonderful years.  I think of kindness and caring and comfort.

Children-I think of Emily, Johnny, Tommy, Jimmy, Maggie, and Davey.  I think of laughter   and fun and memories.

Mother, Father, sisters, brothers-I think of a life of acceptance and opportunities.

God-I think of Jesus.  I think of forgiveness,  of freedom, and of forever.  

I think of joy!