What Really Matters {it’s not the envelope}

The snow comes, unexpected like

grace after a fall (yours, mine,

ours) a quiet wool covering missteps,

mistakes, messes.

This white-soft gift leaves an expanse

of peace, pulling my eyes away from the

ground, these humble, human feet,

to the misty, gray horizon.

Heart now centered, sheltered, still

while Creation whispers my thanks.

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I don’t know about you, but this Monday morning leaves me feeling a little undone. Did you watch the Oscars? Did you see the mess-up at the end, the snafu that has never happened before with the envelope announcing Best Picture being the wrong one? How would you like to be the person that did that? 

I’ve other things on my mind–a convalescing husband who’s post-surgery demands are taxing my self-centered flesh, a messy kitchen, incomplete projects, inside & out.

I’m in the middle of living through being disoriented. The root of the word ‘orient’ is from the Latin-‘oriens’, meaning rising sun. Well, of course. When I turn my heart and mind and self towards the East, towards the rising sun–Jesus–I can see things in the right perspective. I feel oriented again.

I don’t like to live with being disoriented, but that’s where I am right now. I’m grateful for God’s word and presence that keeps me looking up in the right direction, shining light on what really matters.

Where are you today? Feeling oriented, disoriented or are you in the middle of reorienting?

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8 thoughts on “What Really Matters {it’s not the envelope}

  1. Natalie

    Disorientation is a place of discomfort. While I know where I am, I know I need to move. The question is where. I’m grateful for God’s guiding presence. Thanks for your lovely words and poem. Praying for you and your husband during this recovery time. Surgery is a shock to every system.

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    1. Jody Lee Collins

      Natalie, I’m still working through the idea of disorientation and reorientation–turning myself daily towards the Son. (what a perfect word!)
      Yes, you’re right–surgery is a shock to every system….but every day is better. Thanks for your prayers.

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  2. Michele Morin

    Jody, this is lovely, and I share your affection for that fresh blanket of snow to tear my eyes away from my own feet — and to cover the muddy mess!

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    1. Jody Lee Collins

      Oh, thank you Michele. I appreciate your thoughts. Praise God for his covering…like the snow.

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  3. Jennifer Wagner

    Your poem is so peaceful. I read it a couple of times…sigh…

    I so get your disoriented feeling, and don’t care for it either! Prayers for you and hubby during this trying time.

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    1. Jody Lee Collins

      Oh, thank you Jennifer. I’m so glad this brought you joy. Perspective makes a big difference in finding peace. I thank God for the anchor of his presence.

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  4. Laurie Klein, Scribe

    Dear Jody, grace and peace to you today amid the chaos! I am picturing a vintage compass rose as I add my prayers to yours, that we both find ourselves locked on to His heart, His direction for this day. Prayers for your husband’s recovery as well.
    Quiet wool [here today too, speaking] peace, shelter. Grace.

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    1. Jody Lee Collins

      Thinking about YOUR Bill and praying today…. Grateful for the God bind that bonds us, my friend.

      Reply

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