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Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year, New House, New Health, New Hope

The new year sits before me, a blank canvas just waiting for things to be added.  What colors will it hold?  Yellows and pinks full of joy, greens and blues full of growth?  Love overflowing in reds, strength and stability in the outline of black, contentment and stability in the browns, and white in the peaceful spots?  What about the excitement of oranges and the organization of purples?

So many colors to a life once grey with uncertainty.  I must say that I am truly blessed, for I have done nothing to deserve my life than to surrender it to God, then wait to see what He would do with it.

Make no mistake, surrender is not easy. And I can not claim or pretend to have the process down pat.  All I know is that God blesses obedience and life goes better when His plan is chosen and followed.

So, for this new year I once again make my choice, because this is a choice that has opportunity to be made each decade, each year, each month, each day, each moment.  I choose to walk with God and follow the footsteps of my Savior Jesus Christ.  

I do not know what the new year will bring in the days to come, but my heart is glad and I am at peace walking with Him.


Thank You dear LORD, for the life in each day, 
For the colors You give as I work, rest and play.
Please help me apply them with care and technique, 
And thank You so much that my year is unique!




Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Summer Solstice and a Good Book

Clouds blowing over the hill as if being spewn from the erupting cauldron that isn't there, I wait for a glimpse of the moon, that voluminous disk of silver white light shining behind the smoke and mist that moves so smoothly as the harsh wind jerks past teasing, hiding, then shining bright only for a moments' glance.

"Don't blink." the stars sing out, some familiar from a time and place long ago.  New patterns, to learn and befriend are thrown onto the expanse of blue-black canvas that is framed by smooth dragon backed hills and chopped up lights of the city showing me I am in a new place.

The length of this day...what a day it has been, fierce wind pounding at the walls, rain charging like a battering ram against the walls of a castle, while inside, away from the tempest, we are in another time and place...a battle of long ago, thanks to a book that takes us away, holding us spell-bound in a different storm, giving us noble thoughts and an aching heart, longing for Good to win.  "Does he ride Midnight? Does Nana die?"
I know but do not tell.  To do so would be thievery of the moment, of which I want no part.

"The Chestry Oak" by Kate Seredy is one of my favorite books and I am just now sharing it with my children.  Miss A has already deemed it one for her shelf, which is a solid sign of heart felt approval.