I just spent the past three hours going through "stuff" Office stuff. Piles that had been sitting on the floor for weeks. Files of papers. Throwing out old things. A desk drawer. It started this morning with a drawer in the kitchen that I call my tool drawer. Screwdrivers, my hammer, and a whole bunch of junk that just ended up there.
I have a whole lot of thoughts about this but honestly it is 11:14pm and i just want to drink a cup of Sleepytime tea and go to bed because it is a long day ahead tomorrow.
So, if I forget, please remind me to write more about the "stuff" topic. Because it is important stuff rolling around in my head right now that I want to share.
Watched the movie "Miracles from Heaven" tonight with a group of women.
Let me say - my tear ducts got a good cleaning.
Based on a true story, it says. Which raises all kinds of question.
Most important - it raises the question I posed a while back. Do we REALLY believe in miracles? We pray for them. We hope for them. But when we hear about them, how much do we try to logic our way through them?
Some call it magical thinking. I call it trust. In God, above all else.
Going to keep it that simple tonight. Love to each of you.
I'm going to go pray now... some people in my life who I know could use a miracle or two.
I read a FB post today that quite sarcastically did what I will call "Millenial bashing". A video that depicted them as lazy and extravagant. And I spoke up.
Initially because my own daughter is a "millennial" who has a work ethic that puts my own to shame. As do her friends. Yes, they live in Brooklyn. And they go out on the town more than I do. AND they are investing in IRA's, and working hard at their careers, and paying their own way.
After I posted my rebuke, about an hour later as I mulled it over (rarely do I "rebuke" on FB because I don't want to incite debate) it occurred to me that the video in essence was a form of racism. No - not based on the color of someone's skin - so maybe racism isn't the word I am searching for at 11:33pm (I'll come up with the more appropriate word while I sleep) - but in the sense of bashing an entire group because of the less than favorable behavior of a few. If one looks hard enough in ANY group less than favorable examples may be found. As well as favorable ones. Back in the days, a similar group of youth were called hippies. How quickly one forgets.
We find what we're looking for, now don't we? Seek the good, and the light, and you will find it. Look for evidence to the contrary, and, well, there it is.
Day 95. oops - I was supposed to stop a few days ago! Oh well!
xo to all.
Thank you to Mark Batterson, in his book Chase the Lion.
THIS is why I wrote my novel. And THIS is why I will continue to write.
I think it speaks to a whole lot of creative endeavors. What is yours?
I have intentionally not "gone political" in my blog postings of the past 93 days as I do not want to incite back and forth tyrades. Simply does not fit within my intentions.
I saw this photo on someone's FB feed today, and my response was "peace." Then I added something to the effect of "we need a comeback of civility and decorum." Things that have been so lacking in this particular election season, on both sides. We need to seek ways to LISTEN to one another. Hear another's viewpoint. We learn from one another that way.
Walked this morning with a dear lovely friend and discovered we were in disagreement on a social issue. Did not launch into finger pointing or name calling, but rather had thoughtful discussion of how and why we each came to our understanding of the issue.
This, I believe, is how bridges are built. How peace is found. How wars are prevented. And how love is engaged into daily life.
Just my thought. You needn't agree.
Civility and Decorum Look it up. Oh, what the heck... I'll provide the links below for you.
Drop the F word from your language (yes, even my Boston friends.). Choose words that uplift rather than tear down. Think before you speak. Or take it a step further if you dare and pray before you speak. Ask for words that will enlighten rather than degrade.
Want to join the movement? What movement, you ask? My movement of one... toward the return of civility and decorum. Kinda like the 'random acts of kindness thing' - but with words, and listening.
God is love. God created us to love. God calls us to love.
It really does break down that simply.
And when we fall away from that - when we get caught up in egos, and agenda, and aspirations that wander from that calling - it becomes stress, and angst, and annoyance, and ugly.
God creates beauty. Beauty is love. Just look around.
I know - maybe TOO simple, and that's why we do our best to complicate it.
Maybe it's why we love our dogs so much. They are - all love. Unconditional love. One of the best examples of God in action.
I told you it was simple.
It's become a habit. A good habit. Can't resist one more post.
Thank you again to all who have joined me in the past 90 days. Would love to hear from you.
Not sure I want to stop at 90. Time will tell.
New class is forming. I'm excited about this. Read more HERE.
Delaying start by one week to allow more to join.
Considering adding another class time on Monday afternoons 1:30 - 3pm.
Love you all. This one is short - but heartfelt. THANK YOU for joining me in this miraculous life and faith journey.
Crossing the finish line today on the 90 day blog challenge.
Surprised, honestly, that I completed this without missing a single day. Truly thought there would be at least one day that I would forget, fall asleep, wake up the next morning with an "uh oh!". But that didn't happen.
I took up the challenge because I wanted to get back into a writing practice, every day. And I did.
What happens now? Well, first, I will intentionally NOT write a blog post tomorrow, in order to break the streak. Unless of course I feel inspired to go to 100 (!)
The good news? I have two new writing projects underway. The daily writing will continue, even while not as a blog.
The odd news? The three blog posts that had the most readership according to the website stats each had the word "out" in the title! What's THAT about?!
So - the blog is over. And I'm out. Wearing my faith in God to guide my life on my sleeve in a good number of the writings.
Temperature outside has dropped ferociously today. No doubt that fall is here, swimming is over, and we begin the wild march to the winter holidays.
90 day blog challenge is over. My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you who has read even just one blog post in the past 90 years. I was humbled, and honored, by your following, your comments, both online, and in random conversation.
Feels like there should be some sort of fanfare as I say goodnight on Day 90. But there isn't. Just another day.
I will finish with an image of the completed commission painting, picked up today by the newly engaged couple discussed back on AUGUST 27 - DAY 34 OF THE BLOG. The beginning of the sky was posted on DAY 77.
Every ending a new beginning.
Oh my - only two days left and the 90 day blog challenge is complete! Feeling a bit of pressure to finish in an extraordinary way, but honestly, I'm just going to do as I have every evening for the past 88 days. Write about - what comes to mind when I ask the question "what should I write about today?"
Now, just WHO am I asking that question of? That's a longer story.
To those of you who believe all wisdom lies within, that would be a question to myself, to figure out what the topic will be.
To those of you who have been following the blog for the past three months, you already know that I believe in something much wiser than myself, and that I abhor the term "figure out." Ok - abhor is a bit strong. But it has become a phrase I choose to avoid whenever possible.
Because my life isn't just up to me. That's not a statement of shirking responsibility. Rather it is one of surrender. (hang on - here she goes again) I surrendered my life to God a while back. So it's not just up to me. I count on God to guide my ways. The heck with that bumper sticker "God is my co-pilot." I want God to be THE PILOT. I'm quite delighted to sit n the backseat, takes orders, and follow.
Of course, there's noise that gets in the way between the front and the back seat sometimes, and it's difficult to know if the orders I think I'm hearing truly come from God. That's a process. A lifelong learning, working with various discernment exercises and tools to hone the skill. And most importantly, learning to trust God to be God (which then means I simply need to be me.)
Now, how did I end up on THIS topic? I started out with the intention of writing about standing in line this evening at the memorial service of my friend who passed earlier this week and a woman who I met years ago telling me her book club is reading my book this month and I had no idea and... well, that topic obviously gave way to a different one. That's just how the Spirit works sometimes.
I'm good with that. Because it is a far more important message. The other one was going to have a little too much ego wrapped up in it.
Breathe. Be still. Listen for the voice of God amid the noises of the world. Then reach down deep (or up high) for the courage to follow it.
Nite nite for now. It's been a glorious 89 days. Thank you to each one of you who has read this far.
Impossible. First thing that comes to mind for me is the Rogers and Hammerstein TV version of Cinderella. Fairy Godmother sings "Impossible! For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage." LISTEN TO IT HERE.
Impossible. I remember the opening sequence from the Mission Impossible TV show in the late 60's, where a tape was played with instructions for a mission, always ending with "this tape will self-destruct in five seconds." It disappeared in a whiff of smoke. WATCH IT HERE
On a whiteboard in a youth group classroom at church tonight. The words we say "Impossible" but God says "I'm possible." I like that. Turns it around.
Back to Cinderella's Godmother. About halfway in, the lyrics turn around to "It's Possible."
But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say.
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible
Impossible things are happening every day.
Yes. I resemble that idea. Zanies and fools in don't believe in sensible rules.
Romans 12:2 (NKJV) And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.
Now, please do not get into a theological argument with me. I know - God is not Fairy Gomother. And it's not "poof" magic we pray for.
Or is it? And what the heck is wrong with thinking of God as Godmother? Someone who responds to me in crisis, who listens, and allays my fears. I'm good with that.
As to the zanies and fools? Yes - sometimes Christians are characterized that way. We don't do things the way everyone else does. And for that, I am grateful.
My "Impossible?" Never ever gone swimming in the water of Buzzards Bay on October 20. Until today! A friend called me "weird" on Facebook. I'm ok with that, too. It is a celebration of life. Going in because I can. Because it was nearly 70 degrees today and the sun was shining.
Impossible things are happening every day. Prayers do get answered. Not always when we want, and not always what we want. But as for me, I will trust God to have my back. God may "fairy godmother me" any time God wants to!
And I will again be grateful.