Counting my Spring Blessings

It is summer.  Officially.  We celebrated the summer solstice three days ago.  But today I choose to hit  "pause" on my summer expectations to savor blessings of the abundant weeks of spring.  Here are a few of my blessings, not to give you cause to compare your life to mine, but to stir your soul with prompts for your own counting.

1. Mother's Day and my birthday were two days apart this year so my daughters planned an evening to spoil me with love, food and a few gifts.  The priceless gifts were seated around the table; our parents, my Aunt Mary, our children.  Family, be it biological, adoptive, or a faith community, is a rich place of belonging.  And I am thankful for mine.  "God sets the lonely in families," Psalm 68:6.

2.  I am thankful for hearts that dream, are willing to take risks, and act to fulfill them.  This is different than wishful thinking.  Jeremy has desired to have a small flock of chickens and this Easter he and Mechelle set this dream to reality.  From peeps to hens, it was delightful to watch their growth.  It was a family project to finish the coop before vacation and move the "chipsters" in.

3.  I am overjoyed for the celebration of baptism as two of my nephews declared their commitment to Jesus publicly;  Joel in the solemn setting of a Sunday morning worship service, Brady in the outdoor chapel of nature and a creek.  Both equally sacred, celebrated and witnessed by family and friends.  I recall a letter written by my maternal grandmother and read at her funeral.  Her words, "I love you all for choosing Jesus as your Savior.  You will never be sorry for this... We prayed for you each day and God answered our prayer.  We felt like John said, I have no greater joy than to see our children walk in truth...May you keep on the narrow road that leads to the eternal city of God the new Jerusalem.  I have prayed for you that your faith fail not." Mabel Good, 1912-2002. I am grateful for the legacy of faith in Jesus Christ passed down through the generations.

 

4.  I savor the books I had opportunity to read this spring.  I devoured another Wendell Berry book, Hannah Coulter, about the reflections of an old woman on her life in the fictional town of Port William.  I discovered Madeleine L' Engle too, enjoying A Wrinkle In Time, The Severed Wasp, both fiction and currently, Walking on Water, a book about faith and art.  Finally, a little book that packed more than I can absorb in one reading, The Way of the Heart by Henri J. M. Nouwan, about solitude, silence and prayers from the heart.  I am grateful for literacy and my education.

5.  I am thankful for courage to try new things.  Our children thought a fun beach vacation activity would be kayaking on the bay.....so we all agreed...and laughed, and got wet and made memories and I faced my fears.  Why are new things so scary for me?  But I am glad I didn't let the fears cripple my sense of adventure.  I would have been robbed of delight. 

6.  I am over-the-top thankful for a week with our children.  It wouldn't matter where we spent it.  It so happens we enjoyed Ocean City, Maryland together.  But any uninterrupted time with our adult children is like rich food for our soul, refreshing and restoring us. 

7.   I am thankful for the godly men in my life.  I know not every woman (or man) can echo that statement.  Both my Martin heritage and the Horning family I married into is blessed with God-fearing, kind, gentle, strong, courageous men.  I'm sure I've broken some kind of writing rule to use so many adjectives but I can't leave one of them out.  And I need to add another one, respectful of woman.  The fathers in our family unit have been faithful men.....and I am filled with gratitude. "It's far easier to raise strong sons than to heal broken men." Frederick D.  I'll post a picture of the men in Kevin's immediate family, three generations.......faithful.  If your heritage isn't this one, be the one to change course and gift the next generation a healthy legacy.

8. I'll end my gratitude list with this one.  The gift of Easter lilies received over the past years from the children or Kevin are now blooming in my gardens.  And their beauty sings, "He is risen!  Jesus Christ is risen, indeed!!"
I am thankful for the life I have in Christ! "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;  the old has gone, the new has come!"  1 Corinthians 5:17.

Do you count blessings?  Or keep a gratitude journal?  What are you savoring today? 
 

Thoughts While Immersed In A Spring Landscape

This view distracts me when I am sitting with Jesus.  I think He understands.

I just finished reading the gospel according to Luke in the sacred Scriptures and two interactions with Jesus nabbed my attention.  Both involved wealthy men.  Both were given an invitation.  Only one received a transformed life. 

These two accountings of Luke take place in back to back chapters.  In the first one in chapter 18, a ruler comes to Jesus, addresses him as "good teacher" (presuming to know what Jesus was), and asks what he must do to inherit eternal life.  This man assures Jesus he has been a good person since he was a boy, keeping all the commandments.  Jesus tells the ruler to sell all his possessions, give to the poor and gain treasure in heaven.  Jesus then extended the invitation to this ruler of great wealth to follow him, to have relationship with him. The man was sad because he had great wealth.  It was a hard "do". 

Note to self:  When invited to "do" things for Jesus apart from relationship with him, it is hard. 

 I'm noticing this delightful fragrance; the lily-of-the-valley is pure sweetness.

The account that follows in chapter 19 tells of another man of great wealth but less respectable in the eyes of the community being a chief tax collector.  He also pursued Jesus but scriptures state it was because "he wanted to see who Jesus was".  Apparently this man, Zacchaeus, came with an open mind and heart in pursuing an encounter with Jesus.  When Jesus spots Zacchaeus, he extends an invitation of relationship to this wealthy man and it is gladly accepted.  Home to Zacchaeus' house they go.  As a result of this time together, Zacchaeus, addressing Jesus now as "Lord", declares he will give half his possessions to the poor and make restitution to those he cheated, paying them back four times the amount taken.  Jesus proclaims salvation came to the house of Zacchaeus, calling him a son of Abraham. 

Note to self:  Being with Jesus changes my heart and my actions.  When I pursue who Jesus is I discover my Lord and who I am to be!

The ruler and the tax collector clearly represent two approaches to God.  One approach is God presumed understood and then attempting to do good things for him.  It is doing to earn favor.  The other approach is pursuing relationship to understand who God is and receiving boundless grace from Him.  Grace that transforms a life.

In the Bible study I just completed called Children of the Day by Beth Moore on 1 and 2 Thessalonians, she provided a extensive definition of grace from the Greek word, "charis".  From it I personalized a definition to try to capture what spoke to my soul:

Grace is the loving kindness, favor, pleasure and acceptance of the Lord Jesus unveiling the true, redeemed Melanie in all her God-purposed and designed uniqueness. 

Feel free to sub in your name.  I would not presume to have all the theology of grace captured in that statement I constructed.  But it helps me color in more of what grace creates in my life, paired with God's truth.  When I spend moments being with Jesus I receive grace and I become more of who I am meant to be and the doing follows.

Each flower and shrub is uniquely beautiful according to divine design.

The ruler walked away sad and unchanged because he wasn't open to parting with his money and learning to know Jesus. The tax collector learned to know Jesus and gave away half his money and made restitution with what was left. 

Being with Jesus is the best doing you can do.

Why is it so hard to do? 

Be still and know that I am God.  Psalm 46:10

"There is no way a soul can thrive when it is hurried."  Dallas Willard

"Now this is eternal life;  that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent." Jesus, John 17:3

Abundant living is knowing God Almighty!

Spring Reflections

Among riotous spring colors, the song of birds and the noisy parenting of multiple duck families, I pause gratefully to welcome May from our patio along the Muddy Creek.

  I had purposed in April to post weekly of my rambling thoughts and simple rhythms of living.  As you may or may not have noticed, it didn't happen.  I fussed about this with my spiritual director in my April session, noting it would help if I scheduled hours in my week to sit and write, treating it as an appointment to keep.  I have written many a post in my head while jogging.  My musings are plentiful for those who care to listen.  But I've noticed these ideas don't write themselves.  With any project or goal, purging closets, cleaning up garden beds, ironing a stack of shirts, hosting a dinner party or losing weight as examples, you can't think it done. You have to do it.  Put in the time.  Work it out.  I must admit that I am a slow start at times.  I have to process the how, be sure of the why, make sure I'm convinced the sacrifice is worth it.  There are other times I jump into a project with a frenzy of energy.... but that is mostly for household chores.  So with renewed commitment to writing, I am scheduling Tuesday as my writing day.  Maybe not all day, but part of the day for sure.  It's a start.  What would you like to schedule to start?  The truth of the matter is, nothing will be different next month for either of us if we don't change what we are doing now.  

I picked up an old book of poetry at a yard sale on Saturday, published in 1931 by Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses.  The poems are delightful and I imagine someday reading them to another generation of little people.  This very short one conveys my heart of gratitude this day.

 

HAPPY THOUGHT

 

The world is so full of a number of things,

I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

 

In spite of earthquakes and riots and other sad news, choosing thankfulness helps me reorient my perspective towards God's generous favor towards me.

 

As I think of what would go on my Happy List from the past month or so, these three come to mind.

 

1.  I enjoyed a four day get-away with four women, all married to pastors, in sunny Stuart Beach, Florida in March.  Delightful!  We talked and talked some more then prayed for one another.  There were tears and laughter.  We learn much from each other, four different decades represented in our ages, as together we wrestled with the questions we have in our journeys of faith and ministry .  I also learned not all sushi is raw fish.  Who knew? 

 

 

2.   I am grateful for a joyful Easter celebrated with all of our children present in our worship at New Life Fellowship.  Whenever we can be all together I am one happy mamma!

 

 

After church we gathered at my parents' home for the traditional ham dinner.  My brothers, their families, my aunt and the five of us make a noisy crowd at the table but the introverts among us are used to it and we savor the traditions of story telling, gentle teasing, and lots of food.

 

 

This is my beautiful niece, Caitlyn, who helped me get started in blogging and who bales me out of the technical difficulties I get myself into.

 

3.  I am grateful beyond words for the rebuilding of our creek side patio wall.  This winter the freezing heaved the rocks down the bank. 

 

 

You can see there was no way Kevin was going to put these boulders back in place.

So we bit the financial bullet and put in a retaining wall and now our patio perch along the creek looks like this

 

It is a peaceful place to be still and know God. 

 

A few days ago I finished a book by John Ortberg called Soul Keeping. 

In it he challenges readers with this discipline,

 

 "How many moments of my life can I fill with conscious awareness of and surrender to God's presence?" 

 

 It is a good practice.  I don't have it mastered.  There are too many hours in my life that I am not filled with awareness of God's presence.  But I work at it.  I ask the Holy Spirit to  prompt my remembering.  And when my stove dies (it did last week), or the car just stops (it did for Kevin two weeks ago), or someone I care about gets bad news (it happened on Tuesday), I have to ask God for his peace, his perspective, or his comfort and walk on in a posture of trust.  Even when I can't see the "how" or understand the "why", I rest in knowing I am never without his Presence, his power or his provision every hour of my life. And this patio by the creek is a grand place to sit and soak in that understanding.  

 

 The flowers of Spring are food for my soul.  Perhaps a short tour of my backyard will delight yours as well.

 

Pink Bleeding Heart with Forget-Me-Nots in background

Sugar peas are growing nicely in the raised beds Kevin made for me last summer.  In front of them are the candy onions I planted this spring and the garlic planted last fall.  In the background are some tulips in my Easter garden.  It's where I plant the lilies and tulips that are gifted to me by my children and others in Easter seasons past.

The ferns ready to unfurl their fronds!

 

Lenten Rose.  I found this at the New Holland Re-usit shop.  Someone must have been thinning their beds!

 



 

  

"Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.  Praise the LORD."
Psalm 150:6

Whisper, Tale of a Winter Butterfly

Monday morning I woke to the sound of a bird singing.  It's tune was hopeful and brought a sleepy smile to my face.  In bird language it announced the assurance of Spring on its way!  It was gray outside and the schools were on a two hour delay due to the snow and freezing rain of the night before.  The bird didn't know his song should delay because his Creator wired his rhythms and it was time to sing.  Little did I know, something else was stirring!

After a Skype call with Maria (who was in Nepal on business) at noon, Kevin noticed that one of my chrysalis' had birthed a black swallowtail butterfly.  I was thrilled...... then panicked.  It is COLD and March and not a thing blooming!  What does one do with a butterfly that hatches too soon?  I posted to Facebook this question and my cousin Ed suggested the place to start was a name!  I call him Whisper, because today Spring whispered a promise to me in birdsong and a butterfly birthday.  Life is seasons and rhythms and moments marching on, offering us treasures if only we notice.  Now I have a name for the butterfly in a hurry. 

 

I put the jar containing his roommate chrysalis in the  cold garage hoping to stay another premature birth. I put an orange quarter in a saucer for its sustenance. I learned from my internet research that I can feed a butterfly Gatorade, fruit juice or sugar water (boil and cool ten parts water to one part sugar).  Soak a cotton ball or paper towel in one of these solutions and feed the butterfly.   It advised me to protect the butterfly from hot light bulbs.  Good idea.  I wonder how long he will live in my house this winter.  Their lifespans are short, usually a few weeks.  But the miracle of caterpillars and cocoons and butterflies thrill me.  And while I would have preferred he birthed at a time when he could be released to the sky, I am treasuring his beautiful wings and these thoughts he inspires.

Though it is my oversight, storing the chrysalis in a warm kitchen, his too soon emergence reminds me that I often hurry the time in cocooned waiting, impatient for the next thing, the promise of new freedom or adventure or seasons.  I hear God whisper, "Wait for my timing, Daughter-of-mine.  Trust me in the season of preparing.  Be present in the now!"  Our Lord Jesus is not hurried in the way He works in our lives.  He takes His time and makes all things beautiful according to His design and purpose for each one of us.  Jesus delights in our journeying with Him, us keeping in step with His Spirit and the opportunities He gives us to observe, participate and grow. 

My butterfly clings to the sunny window, fluttering against it as it tries to fly to the sky.  It knows where it belongs, flying free, doing what butterflies do.  Instead, it has to settle for my feeble attempts to give it an imitation life. 

I hear God whisper, "Don't settle for the imitation life this world offers.  You will wear out your wings looking for meaning in things that don't satisfy. Your longing for delight, abundance and purpose is only found in Me.  Find Me and you will find your life!"  

I can enjoy  the comforts my western culture say are necessary, a perfect family, career and financial success, a wonderful wardrobe, a beautiful home, status, position, influential friends...but my soul will suffocate with too many demands, too much to prove and no time to breathe.  Even though I have provided my butterfly with an amaryllis in bloom, a sunny window, fresh squeezed orange juice served in a pretty blue dish and protection from the elements, he still longs for something.  His fluttering at the window tells me that he knows he was meant for more.  It is distressing me and tears are puddling in my eyes as I am typing for I hear his wings beating against the windowpane.  I hate that I robbed him of his true life.

What sadness God must feel, when we trade His wonderful gift of life for fool's gold.  Jesus cautions me in Luke 12:15 to be on guard against all kinds of greed; saying "a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."  The Message states Jesus invitation in Luke 12:31 this way, "Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions."  My longings will be satisfied only in relationship with Jesus Christ.  Psalm 46:10 invites, "Be still, and know that I am God."  From that place of relationship I am free to become who I am to be .  Accepted and beloved.  My soul breathing with freedom to play and explore this wonderful gift of life.

I recently finished devouring another book, A Million Little Ways by Emily P. Freeman. You can find more about her here at her blog, Chatting at the Sky. My copy of the book has page corners turned down, highlighted sentences, my responses jotted in the margins...it is as if she wrote the book looking inside my head at the wrestling matches I have with myself and God.  Freeman eloquently reminds me that,

  "You are made in the image of Creator God and carry his Holy Spirit with you wherever you go.  You are a poem written inside the person of Christ and exist to carry out his inner desire.  You are an image bearer and you have a job to do."


I have a job to do.  You have a job to do.  Fill up with Jesus, pour out meager offerings and watch God multiply for His glory and to our delight.  Life!

A few weeks ago I was reading Luke 13:18-20, Jesus' describing the kingdom of God.  I was inspired to compose a poem like I used to in elementary school,  Haiku-style:

The Kingdom Of God

 

 Seed and yeast offered

To God becomes boughs and bread

Refreshing many.



 

Itty-bitty things, unassuming and small, when offered  to God with a  little faith become encouragement to the weary worlds we occupy. Not because of us but God through us.  I'm learning this rhythm of offering my words, my smile, my strength.....me...... to God to use for the ones He places in my ordinary life without needing to worry about outcomes, results, success or lack thereof.  In this place, being an image bearer of God with a job to do, I can flourish and fly in the freedom God planned for me.  Not limping about in an imitation world of abundance,

but truly free!

 

 

 Free as this hawk Kevin, Maria and I watched soar above the treetops but below us or at our eye level from our vantage point at 9,000 feet in the mountain of the West Elk Wilderness in Colorado.  (Photo by Maria) Free, doing what hawks do,  their lives reflecting the glory of God!

May our lives be lived in freedom and abundance for God's glory and our delight!  How are you flying today?  What is your signature style of freedom in who you are?   

 





 



Winter Peace

I braved the wind chill yesterday and enjoyed a short walk along my creek.  The sun was brilliant but not much warmth trumped the artic blast.  I wanted to capture the frozen water topped with a dusting of snow.  I'm sure our creek has been frozen in  the twenty years we have lived along it's banks but I haven't imprinted it on my mind or recorded it with my camera. Yesterday I did.  It is beautiful.  This is what the creek looked like last week before the record breaking cold.

And this is what she looked like at 3:30 yesterday afternoon. 

And downstream.

"Silver white winters that melt into Spring....these are a few of my favorite things."

I watched a squirrel scamper across this log to the other side.

 
He was much too fast for my gloved hands operating the camera so you'll have to imagine it.  There were all sorts of footprints in the snow, not all of the human kind.  I think we should invest in a trail camera just to see what might show up down by the creek while we are sleeping.


I didn't last outside but about twenty minutes. My legs were feeling the cold right through my jeans. But I soaked in the stillness and peace of the wintry landscape.

 

  I will enjoy Spring as much as anyone, but the simplicity of winter speaks to my soul and I am savoring the views.

"In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength."  Isaiah 30:15

I love candlelight any time of the year, but on a cold winter evening it is most lovely. 

 

"Your word is a lamp to my feet (my present) and a light for my path (my future)."  Psalm 199:105. My thought in italics.

My mom had her right knee replaced on Monday. She suffered with pain for several years.  Seventeen months ago she had her left knee replaced with great results and it was time to tackle the other one.   I am privileged to be her advocate and support while in the hospital and now a coach and encourager while she recovers at home.  She is a compliant patient.  Mom doesn't fight the healing journey but surrenders to the work and trusts the process of physical therapy, pain management, good nutrition and rest.  She is an example to me of patiently waiting for healing while doing her part to facilitate it.  This example of trust applies to healing of all kinds, physical, emotional, mental or spiritual healing. We do our part and trust God to do His.  Her sense of humor is intact, also helpful in the healing journey.  It's a good idea not to take yourself too seriously.  She gave Dad and I some good laughs the first day at home as she was a touch loopy from the pain medication and lack of uninterrupted sleep.  She told someone on the phone that she likes people to be cheerful and was doing her part to help that day.

I am blessed to observe the devoted care my father gives my mom.  He is tender with her, carefully recording the times she gets her pain meds, applying the ice pack to her knee, listening for her at night if she needs anything, and preparing simple meals.  After 54 years of marriage, love gets deeper and sweeter.  They celebrated their anniversary on the 11th of February, five days before her surgery. 

I have been blessed to have been nurtured in the legacy of grandparents and parents committed to marriage, family and Jesus Christ and His church.  It is what Kevin and I are committed to living out for our children and the grandchildren we are praying over that are yet to come!

I finished one of my Christmas books this week. 

 

The one by Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow.  It is a gentle, thought-provoking and entertaining novel about the life story of Jayber Crow, barber and member of the Port William community written in his voice.  I will be reading more from this author. This is one of my favorite paragraphs from the novel,

"Now I have had most of the life I am going to have, and I can see what it has been.  I can remember those early years when it seemed to me I was cut completely adrift, and times when, looking back at earlier times, it seemed I had been wandering in the dark woods of error.  But now it looks to me as though I was following a path that was laid out for me, unbroken, and maybe even as straight as possible, from one end to the other, and I have this feeling, which never leaves me anymore, that I have been led."

Don't you just love the poetry of those words. And their meaning resonates deep in my spirit.  "For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose." the Word states in Philippians 2:13.  And Isaiah 46:3-4, "you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since birth.  Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you.  I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you." says our God.  Sweet words to my soul!

I have enjoyed God's presence and beauty this week.  I hope you too are savoring your journey and mining the treasure in your life.

"You are an unceasing spiritual being with an eternal destiny in God's great universe." 

(painting by my brother-in-law, Jonathan Buch)

Learning Contentment

Something has begun to change in me as I have started thinking about my days in terms of what I could record in story form in this blog. There has been a shift in my viewfinder as I've lingered in thoughts and savored my "world", trying to articulate what matters to me.  I am experiencing a deeper contentment with my life.  But definitely not complacency as I have been stirred to imagine growing in many ways.  It didn't take long for me to notice this change as I've only published a handful of posts.  But my experience validated what a continuing education course I took in 2013 taught.  The Word of God also confirms what I've experienced.

For the past two years Kevin and I have dreamed about moving to another home with potential to realize some of our longings.  Kevin longs for a larger workshop for his woodturning, furniture making hobby.

  A property with room to stack his wood collection but not too big that he would have more yard care or maintenance.  That would take away from his hobby time.  He would enjoy an old farmhouse that he could build kitchen cabinets, add artistic wood trim, and reveal the natural beauty of wood to his hearts content throughout the place.  A house like that would be his artist's "canvas".  As for me, I think a fireplace would be the cat's meow for creating a cozy home with a huge gathering room for people plus a space for potential in-law quarters as needed. And trees.  A woodland would create the right environment for this girl. All of these dreams have had us looking at real estate advertisements, going for Sunday afternoon drives, imagining how we could finance our visions for the future.  Arranging and rearranging the possibilities.  We tried not to be discontent with our home but "The Dream" had us restless.   On our sabbatical last summer one take-away for me was to begin writing.  A dream of mine not dependent on fireplaces or woodlands.

I began spending time keeping company with Jesus, being still and meditating on Him and a section of the scriptures.  While the weather was warm and sunny I often sat outside.  I embraced slowing down, not hurrying thorough my days.  I tried to be mindful of moments, really seeing my surroundings, enjoying my health, family, friends and home.  I started to savor the view out my car window as I motored about going here and there. When I ran, I looked about with an eye as to what picture would capture my feeling that day.  My life began to unfold in my eyes like a story.  Our spiritual directors at Potters Inn would tell us that our life stories are sacred.  As they sat with us and asked us about our stories, actively listening, we sensed in a fresh way our belovedness to God.  Experiencing those moments of being heard confirmed in our hearts the importance of being with people and listening to their stories with empathetic hearts.  Sometimes that is enough for someone to take courage and go at life again.  Their pain (or confusion or joy or sadness or disappointment or hopes or dreams) was validated in the eyes of the engaged listener and it tells them they matter, they have been seen.

In my own fresh practice of savoring my life with appreciation and the lens of my little canon camera or smartphone something began to shift.  My satisfaction with my home grew.  Instead of being frustrated with my home's limitations I could appreciate what it offered us, warmth and sanctuary.

 Instead of longing for a rustic house in a big woods I notice how precious my view out the back of our house is to me, the creek that meanders through the fields and trees and sparkles in the sunlight.  This creek has provided hours of fun for our children; fishing, swimming, rearranging rocks, hunting crayfish.

 

  The Muddy Creek has been my friend for the past twenty years.  The sounds of water rippling over the rocks comes through our open bedroom windows during the summer, sending me off to dreamland.   I noticed how often I now thanked God for our third of an acre of paradise, grateful that He planted us here and ashamed that I had valued the gift so little. Writing and illustrating (in a limited way) what is happening in my life these days has released in my soul an deeper love for my Jesus, my family and friends, my church, my home....my life.  It is an extravagant gift. This abundant life I live has less to do with my possessions and more to do with my perspective.  Let me assure you that this continues to be a journey for me because I do appreciate possessions and comfort.

I remember what I learned at a conference in 2013 on Developing Positive Emotional Habits, sponsored by the Institute for Brain Potential and presented by Brian E. King, Ph.D. One of the emotional habits of happy people, he says, is reflecting on joy filled states of being, such as in making photo albums or scrapbooks or reminiscing with friends and family.  Dr. King stated that "When you tell a story about your life, it encourages you to live a better story."  As I understand this,  it is not that you are creating a fake person in how you present to the world, masks and all, but instead it is way of being in which you "strive to create positive hopes and expectations."  His words not mine in those quotation marks.  One of the interventions taught at this seminar is developing the habit of savoring.  It is the practice of looking about and noting the things you take for granted, being mindful of the good feelings these produce and thoroughly enjoying them.  Dr. King writes, " Happiness does not lie in the things themselves but in the relish we have of them." My experience in writing this blog gives witness to the change in my heart as I have become more focused on my present circumstances instead of living in longing for some future ideal.

I've been soaking in the gospel of Luke the past month and these words of Jesus have been reverberating in my soul.  I read from my beloved NIV then often reread the same words from The Message.

These are a smattering of phrases from Luke 12:22-32 that call us to savor what matters, to be fully present in our lives, in the paraphrased words of  The Message,

"Look at the ravens, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God.  And you count far more......Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers.  They don't fuss with their appearance-but have you ever seen color and design quite like it?......What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God's giving....Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You'll find all your human concerns met.  Don't be afraid of missing out.  You're my dearest friends!"

I am enjoying contentment deep in my soul....most days.  It is a journey I am on, this being present and responsive to God's daily gifts to me.  It is a satisfying place to live.

"Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need."

                        Sarah Ban Breathnack

 

Listening For My Name

A new year has unfolded before me and I finally have a day to catch my breath and linger in my thoughts.  The season of Christmas celebration was rich with family times,

worship services,

food and gifts,

 
I am grateful for every bustling moment filled with hugs, laughter, happy tears and the gatherings of loved ones.

  The rhythm of the seasons refresh me and I appreciate that the stark, black and white beauty of the winter months follow the faster pace of December.  These quieter months with the shorter daylight hours invite me to slow down, reflect and hibernate with my thoughts.  And a good book or two.  I received three books for Christmas. Happy me.

When I sit still with Jesus and His Word I've been paying attention to the words He spoke while walking this earth.  The red letter words in my NIV Bible.  And I wonder what His voice sounds like.  In John 20, verses ten to eighteen, the writer describes Mary wailing at Jesus' empty tomb in despair over His death and now missing body.  Jesus stands there and speaks to her but she doesn't recognize Him until He speaks her name.  Then she turned towards Jesus.  Then her despair becomes astonished joy and hope. This account consistently makes me wonder what my name would sound like spoken out loud by Jesus.  His Spirit does call to my spirit daily and He invites me to turn towards Him, to know His alive, active presence in all my life circumstances. But I look forward to hearing my name out loud from the mouth of Jesus. Can you imagine??

Jesus spoke the continents into being with His words.  He spoke hummingbirds and puffins and strawberries and aspens and zebras into being.  And when He knew me and my name, even before I was birthed, He spoke Melanie into being.  And each one of us.  

I love to hear the voice of Kevin saying my name.  Or Jeremy, Maria, Mechelle.  When my cell phone rings and there, on the other end of the line, is the voice of one of my loved ones, my soul sings.  And so I wonder what Jesus' voice sounded like when His human body walked this globe.  Was the pitch musical or raspy? Was His voice soft or firm or loud?  I imagine it firm but gentle, with a smile in its tone.  Medium to low in pitch.  Easy to listen to with an invitation to courage and believing.  When I pause daily to sit with Jesus, His "voice" reorients me to who I really am;  beloved and chosen, redeemed and forgiven, free and secure in Him.  No need to strive or work for favor.  I am His delight.  Each one reading this as a Christ follower is too. 

In 2015 I want to listen for my name as much as I call out His.  I want to savor His presence in quietness, in stillness.  Even though I know God is always with me, I want to enjoy being with him without an agenda, moments of simple togetherness.

 

In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength.
                                                  Isaiah 30:15