Linking with Sandra Heska King for Still Saturday
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Sunlight filtered through the trees last weekend as we neared the spot where we would see the eagles. It was more of a stroll than a hike to get there, as the trail meandered through the woods toward the Chehalis River.
Later we crossed over a stream via a log bridge and wandered back along an easier path that paralleled a golf course. It was a gorgeous day — a day that filled us with thankfulness for the beauty of our surroundings.
But thankfulness is more than expressing appreciation for what we have. It involves a response to Him who is the giver of all we have and are.
This weekend many will be transferring attention from Thanksgiving to Advent. We begin the annual time of preparation, readying ourselves to receive again the Gift beyond imagining… God among us, the Creator and Saviour of the world. But truly, there shouldn’t be a transitioning from one celebration to another. We need to carry our thanksgiving on through and into Christmas.
What traditions are a part of your Thanksgiving-into-Christmas preparations?
“Thanks be to God for his indescribable Gift.”
2 Corinthians 9:15
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The start of our vacation journey was not entirely uneventful. We had barely entered the town next to ours, when our brakes began smoking — never a good thing when you’re towing a 27′ trailer! Fortunately the services we needed were close at hand and, a few hours later and $900 poorer, we were back on the highway again.
Not long after, however, we came upon an accident scene involving a large transport truck. As the traffic control person eased us past the scene we saw what was left of the truck being readied for removal, and it was evident that someone else’s journey had begun with a much more serious incident.
Because of the delays, we didn’t cover much mileage our first day, but ended up spending the night in a small municipal campground along the Similkameen River. Instead of dwelling on the day’s unpleasant aspects, we said a prayer for the safety of the driver, gave thanks for our own, and opened our eyes to the view from our trailer’s window.
We were reminded that whatever life brings, there are still joys to be discovered in the blessings that surround us if we turn our eyes towards the Creator.
“Let us fix our eyes on Jesus.”
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.”
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I’m not usually up early. Dawn isn’t my time to shine. But from my sleeplessness the stillness of a dewy Monday morning draws me, and I quietly slide open the patio door and slip outside. The deck boards are cool under my bare feet and I tug my robe closer in the early chill. Birds are just beginning their morningsong, greeting the sun with birdy chirps from hidden perches deep in the trees. A hummingbird buzzes past for his first guzzle of the day.
Mixed with the happiness of visiting family, there is a wistfulness to this new day… a stray reminder that tugs from the darkness. A praise song from yesterday’s worship service bubbles to mind and soothes in the silence:
The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes
Bless the Lord, O my soul
O my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before
O my soul
I’ll worship Your holy name *
Whether it’s another new week, a brand new day, a fresh new moment — or all three — the newness allows for starting over. Today’s beginning is not like yesterday’s or tomorrow’s but is a now opportunity for which to be thankful.
“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”
In the glow of this Monday morning I find a sturdy beauty. The day will burst open whether the world is ready for it or not, and there is blessing in that continuity.
I will settle into more writing later today, but not now. I tiptoe back inside and slide the door closed. The warmth of my bed beckons and I’m going to cuddle down for another two hours. When the rest of the household awakens I will join them, refreshed and ready to welcome the joy of today.
But first I’ll need to withstand the temptation to warm my chilly feet on my sleeping hubby’s backside!
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He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
There are few places I’d rather be than at the ocean. Mesmerized by the constant movement of waves, I can stay lost in the experience indefinitely. Whether the blustery onshore breeze is wild or gentle, chilling or warm, I don’t care. I am enthralled by God’s majestic display.
This was my view one afternoon recently while visiting family on northeastern Vancouver Island. I sat above the shoreline, watching eagles soar in the air currents while my daughter and grandson wandered the intertidal area below, checking for interesting marine critters and finding shells and bits of colourful sea glass. It was my idea of a perfect “artist’s date”… one of those opportunities Julia Cameron suggests we all need for creative refreshment.
Whatever our task at hand, we really do require a little uplifting occasionally. Inertia can be devastating to the spirit. We need to catch the updraft, get a boost of energy, whether we’re trying to find words to finish a novel, make it through the mundane moments of everyday existence, or gain strength to tackle something major.
My family knows an hour on the beach is the perfect getaway for me. Your boost might come from a walk in the rain, an overnight camping trip, an inspirational read while the baby is napping, perhaps just a few minutes of birdwatching or wandering in the garden. The secret is to snatch the opportunities and not let time steal them away, as it will if we don’t take the initiative to act.
Wishing you time this weekend to empty the mind of everything else and focus totally on the experience of being renewed, however long or short the opportunity might be.
What’s your plan for renewal this weekend?
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“O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them.”
Linking with Sandra Heska King:
“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature — trees, flowers, grass — grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.“
Bunchberries are native wildflowers that grow in our woods. Related to Dogwoods, they have a similar cluster of tiny individual flowers in the centre, surrounded by four white bracts. Once the bracts die and fall away, the centre flowers develop into a cluster of red berries which are enjoyed by our birds. In the fall the overlapping whorl of six leaves turn a bronzy red.
Bunchberries are popular as a slow-growing ground cover, but I like them because they survive on their own in the acidic mulch and moist shade under our evergreen trees. I like them because they delight me and inspire joy every time I come across their beauty en route to the marsh. When I’m focused on the destination they remind me to appreciate the journey.
Do you have a favourite wildflower? Do your characters encounter wildflowers in any of your stories?
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awake at dawn
darting through strands of mist
out of heaven
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April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Why is it that everything looks good on a sunny day? Yesterday DH and I travelled across the Lower Mainland for a family visit, and while he drove, I pointed my camera at anything that caught my attention. And almost everything did. In this mini-travelogue I’m sharing the many sights that made me smile and count blessings.
The approach to Golden Ears Bridge over the Fraser River was heralded on both sides with massive eagle sculptures…
Four smaller golden eagle sculptures adorned both ends of the bridge…
On the other side, masses of daffodils lined the roadway for several kilometres…
… and fresh new greens graced the views in every direction…
Oh, and then there were those mountains…
Many things were seen in passing today, but the best view of all was the reason for our trip… seeing our favourite aunt, home from hospital once again…
Nothing could brighten the day quite as much as her wonderful smile! Thanks for the visit, Aunt Norma! You are a blessing in our lives.
But for those who honor the Lord, his love lasts forever,
and his goodness endures for all generations
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household,
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed.
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