I am From {a #poem}

20170501_133356I am from doughboy pools and homemade Barbie houses

from Huffy bikes and Helms Bakery donuts.

I am from three sisters to a room and broad green bermuda lawns.

I am from bright sandy beaches and weeping willows

whose drooping green sheltered me from California’s sun.

I am from Coppertone and Sun-In

from Helen and Wes and John.

I am from belting out a tune and scribbling in the dark

from roller skating and tree-fort-building

from fighting at the top of my lungs and finding quiet at any cost.

I am from Bible stories with Mrs. Cluck and anywhere-you-can-take-5-kids-on-a-Sunday.

I am from the Hebjums and Lindseys, a Best at heart with an adopted name

from porkchops and sauerkraut, applesauce and meatloaf

from a father two generations back that made a grown girl flee

and a mother who lived chasing beauty wherever she could find it, rich or poor.

But mostly poor.

I am from luaus and carnivals, beach trips and berry-picking

babysitting and in charge at age 12 and hiding with a book to make it all go away.

I am from those moments of running, singing, writing, hiding, lying in the sun

but never far from the watchful eye of an invisible Father

held in arms more real than scratchy lawns and doughboy pools and donuts and

roller skates.

A Father more present than my own skin, closer than the sunshine on my bright brown hair.

Lover of my soul who was there every meandering minute, keeping time until I came home. 

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In November of 2017 I had the privilege of participating in a gathering called “What’s Your Story? Discovering the Gift of Hearing and Telling our Stories.” Guest speakers were Cornelia Seigneur, founder and director of the Faith and Culture Writer’s Conference, and Velynn Brown, mentor and speaker. They are both from the Portland area.

I’m grateful to Velynn for sharing her “I Am From” poem with us and modeling how to write our own. The original form and idea comes from George Ella Lyon, writer and teacher.  If you’d like to write an “I Am From,” there are resources and examples on Georgia’s website. Mr. Google can also oblige.

Why Your Story Matters

P_20190130_081852_vHDR_OnSome friends and I were having lunch the other day, discussing various challenges to find the time to write—caring for children, caring for our homes, talking with spouses, all manner of delights and duties. Then there was the other ‘D’—distractions.

In between bites of fish and chips I lamented the ease with which I am sucked into all sorts of social media vortexes. That particular morning it was Instagram; I decried the slippery decline away from what I actually set out to do—write an original thought or two, unhindered by all those other virtual voices.

My friend Holly told us about what she called a ‘download’ earlier that week straight from God’s heart to hers—a message that everyone’s story matters, especially the stories of those who feel they have no voice. After this divine inspiration she drafted a six-week workshop on just that very thing.

Each one of us chimed in with our individual roadblocks to writing and the ways we fall into listening to all the other noisy gongs out there. Then we circled back to the truth–we each have a story to tell that is uniquely our own. Adoptive mom, recovered trauma victim, heart transplant survivor, grandparent and over-60 author….a vastly diverse group.

When I sat with our iced tea and lunchtime conversation running through my head the next morning, I heard the Holy Spirit remind me what we writers do: tell the world what we know from where we are in our own way. But the white noise of other voices—actual flesh & blood ones, or virtual via Facebook, Instagram, other bloggers or tweeters—can drown out the voice of our Shepherd Jesus.

The words that Jesus spoke in John 10:3 came to mind, “…and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls out his own sheep by name and leads them out.” Verse 4 “…and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.”

I find I’m often battling not only the subtle shouts of other people’s words but the shoulds.

“I should write about this,” “I should sound like this,” and so on.  But that’s a way of being pushed, not led. Jesus leads us by a gentle hand, the enemy of our soul prods and pokes and pushes. I want my words to take me where God leads. I don’t want to make up content or manufacture an idea—I have all I need with the life I live to write from what I already have. My life experience is different from your life experience and the way I flesh out my walk with God may be an encouragement to you. I want to write about that.

Another thing about sheep and shepherds, sheep are confined; they know their boundaries. They only go somewhere else when the Shepherd moves them. I often want to be in a different pasture than my own, different circumstances, a better place. But the problem with looking over fences at other peoples’ ‘property’, real or imagined, is I’m left dissatisfied and there it is again, distracted, from the words God has given me to share.

There is only one voice, one vision and one view from where I stand. That’s all I can tell you about. As I stay where I am, nibbling on this ‘grass’ from God, I want to hear Him the way Holly did that day, to get a regular ‘download’ of ideas and words to share.

When we belong to God we can all hear from Him if we are open to listening. I want to keep tuning into His voice.

What about you?

To the Tune of ‘Lilies’, {a #poem}

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There is a song in petals,

the rainsound of notes on thirsty

earth feeding spring’s new flowers.

There is a melody in the making

of a garden where silent, shriveled

seeds wait to burst, pushing

through wet soil with their magic

strength inside.

There is a harmony in the golden

leafwhisper and silent shout

of green dusting the tips of

dogwood and rose, tulip, lilac, moss.

The symphony grows as God

bouquets the Earth with color

and we hear that far off tune,

the resounding music that calls

us beyond this heaven to our home.

~*~*~*

I was reading Psalm 45 this morning; the Scripture that God spoke to me years ago when I began writing, “my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” I noticed the text said it was written to the “tune of ‘Lilies'”, perhaps a song…and I wondered, what do lilies sound like? 

What’s Eating You? No, Really.

My neck is killing me.  (The lavender-laced, rice-filled warming thingy helps a bit. )

My massage therapist says my neck muscles are so strained from being in this position they have ridges in them.

Ridges? That cannot be good.

Protocol dictates I come see her once a week for the next six weeks.  I’m grateful for insurance (exclamation point) and I will definitely look forward to the relaxation time, but what about the in-between times?


Without the soothing music and comfortable table and the healing touch of therapy?


I’m left wondering–why am I so stressed?

What is causing this perpetual stretching forward that ignites my muscles into overdrive?
I think it’s the fretting.  The worry about things I cannot control.

There is much that could cause concern living in this fallen world.

Supreme Court decisions declaring blatantly that wrong is right.
National organizations standing by rulings that are anti-God.
Turmoil in Egypt, acquittal verdicts that incite protests, the list goes on.
 
The fretting and worry have extended to the blogosphere on issues secular and sacred. Opinions have been many–volatile voices and views have been volleyed all over;
righteous anger abounds and many people are torn to take sides.
 
Closer to home, there is my own flesh warring against my spirit (and my spouse)and we’ve had 40 years of practice. We should know better.

This stresses me out and makes me fret.  Causes me to wonder if I’ll ever change.
Is God really in charge?  Really?

The other morning I turned back to Psalm 37.

King David declares 3 times in the first 8 verses “do not fret”. 

I looked up the definition of ‘fret’ in Merriam Webster’s online dictionary. 

The words brought a discomfiting and illuminating discovery.

“‘fret’—a) to eat or gnaw into, corrode. Also, fray, to make by wearing away a substance, (‘the stream fretted a channel’), b) to cause to suffer emotional strain, vex, 
c) to affect something as if by gnawing or biting, to grate.”

King David spoke about our penchant for fretting in Psalm 37:
            
“1  Do not fret because of those who are evil
or be envious of those who do wrong;
                                                                                        (No, this sad state of affairs will not last forever)
2  for like the grass they will soon wither,
like green plants they will soon die away
                                                                                         (THAT’S what you should be doing instead of fretting
                                                                                          :Trust, Dwell, take Delight:)
3 Trust in the Lord and do good;
dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.
 4Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you the desires of your heart
                                                                                             (:And this, too, instead of focusing on all                                                                    that’s wrong and bad:) 
5 Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this:
6 He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
your vindication like the noonday sun 
                                        (:Remember:)
7 do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
when they carry out their wicked schemes. 
                                        (:And again:)
8 Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it leads only to evil.”

Evil is ‘live’ spelled backwards. 

Evil is me taking things into my own small, limited hands and thinking I have the power to do something about changing people.

And I want to live.

The only person or thing I have control over is me….and I can choose to yield that control to the all powerful God who is Sovereign and able to accomplish His purposes in this world in spite of me.  

Even when it looks impossible.

I can choose to trust, delight, commit, dwell and rest.  Choose to digest the truth instead.  I can release my worrying, fretting, my anger to God’s capable hands for Him to do his will and his work.

Instead of letting worries and concerns eat me alive I can choose to feast on God’s living word, eat my daily bread, a portion that will feed me, nourish me and sustain me 

Until that final feast when we eat at the banqueting table with Him, I will choose to trust, delight, commit, dwell and rest. 

God’s Law is His Love

 
“That God cares enough about us to desire to regulate the details of our lives, 
is the strongest proof of love He could give; 
and that He should condescend to tell us all about it, 
and to let us know just how to live and walk so as perfectly to please Him, 
seems almost too good to be true.
God’s law, therefore, is only another name for God’s love
and the more minutely that law descends 
into the details of our lives, 
the more sure we are made of the depth 
and reality of the love.”
-Hannah Whitall Smith, The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life

A Very Special Announcement

Homemade ‘button’….bear with me?

Thru the Word, Thru the Week–2TW squared

One of the surest ways to guarantee a healthy diet of Daily Bread–the Word of God–is to commit to a study of it to share with others.

I’ve had a little dream (okay, a Big Dream) about teaching God’s Word to women so I’m jumping on in!  Earlier this year a phrase popped into my head about just that–it’s on the little ‘button’ above–so here we go…..

Once a week on Wednesdays I’d like you to pull up a chair, or a pillow or cushion and rest with a bit of ‘bread’. Think of it as sitting around the living room talking about God’s Word together.
For eight weeks I’ll share with you what I’ve been feasting on, offering my two cents and letting you digest the rest at your leisure.

The Scripture we’ll look at is Psalm 37–a Psalm full of action words–a place I’ve been ‘camping’ all year long (as my friend Judy says.)
The one word God gave me for last year was ‘Dwell’–it’s all over the place in Psalm 37.  Now that I’ve lived with it for a year it’s time to look back and ponder–how well did I do at resting in God’s word?

Each of our weekly ‘walks’ (which is why I chose the pathway photo above) will be reviewing 5 or 6 verses at a time, asking questions, defining words, and shining the light on these words to live by. I’ll include my email address at the end if you’d like to ask a question or make a comment.  I so look forward to it~~

Every Wednesday–‘2TWsquared’
I hope you’ll join me~!

(If I can figure out all the technical details, each week I’ll post the study on my Home Page and link it to the Bible Study tab on my Pages….so they’ll all reside there when we’re finished.)
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Linking for the first time with Holley Gerth who’s encouraging big God-dreams and
 Ms. Emily Wierenga for Imperfect Prose Thursdays–whose prompt this week is ‘create.’
More inspiring posts in both places–promise!