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Look around you right now. Really look. Take a few deep breaths and notice the beauty in the ordinary. Share what you discover!
It is a lovely October day here in SC. I have my home office windows open to the cool air and sounds of my childhood . . . kids coming home from school and having fun, dogs barking happily, birds singing, men at work renovating their homes with power tools . . . the sounds and scents of cut lumber and mowed lawns brings Dad, my childhood home, my playmates back to me . . . it is like music and perfume to me. Blessings known by all the senses.
How about you? A colored leaf? A puppy’s kiss? A broken cookie? What?
We can’t escape His love – hallelujah!
As The Master Sees
Ah, to learn what I had known so well.
As a wee one all around me,
whether sky or the common flea . . .
All was amazing!
The overlooked trappings of life
Were not overlooked by me!
A puddle was never to be stepped over,
But jumped into with glee!
Every sound was music,
Every step a dance!
As I grew older,
I learned so much!
I question that.
Perhaps, I knew far better
Way back when . . .
By Martha L Shaw – © 7-26-2013
“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” – Robert Kennedy
There have been so many times life has brought me “why” situations and admittedly they are often expressed in the tone of a whine. Sometimes, though, the Lord has led me in directions where I have felt surprised and unable and thought “but why?” in a fearful yet “could it really be?” sort of way. When I have moved ahead in faith, I have been enabled and blessed.
Of late there have been a lot of both going on. The former and the latter have both grown MUCH LARGER. Am I being tested in a new season? Am I being blessed in a wonderful way? The impossible challenges sure can be a “never were” and the fear can be staggering, but with faith and trust in Him, no matter how many tell me “you’re crazy!” I don’t have to listen. I can say “and why not?” knowing He’ll be there EVERY TIME.
I love thrift stores, second hand book stores, and the like. I always have. If you know me, you might assume it’s because I don’t currently have a job. You’d be wrong. I have lots of jobs, just no salary at present and nope, it’s not about money at all. Oh, the treasure to be found in such places . . . sometimes an unrecognized antique, other times a “whatzit” to be upcycled, and often treasure someone loved that found its way there one way or another . . . and my mind and heart spin off into wondering “if that piece could talk, the story it might tell” and often I find myself weaving a background for who drank coffee from that mug? Who read that book? Who curled up all cozy and listened while read to? Did it change their life? Did it plant a seed and quietly influence them many years after hearing it, when they’d long forgotten.
Memories . . . Mom had an old sewing machine that someone gave away thinking it far too old to use. It was a Singer and black with shiny gold and silver decorations and all metal parts. Many’s the dress, skirt, or top she made for me on that machine . . . up until I was older and thought handmade clothes were uncool . . . now I have reconsidered and think of the time spent making them for me and the details added to make them special . . . lace, embroidery . . .
More memories . . . seems I’ve been learning about Jesus my whole life. Many’s the story I curled up to hear before bed. Oh, then I learned to read and could get lost totally in adventures! I could imagine myself a princess, a girl detective, a world traveler, and oh so many other things . . . sometimes in my imagination I had a red race car and other times a pony to ride . . . sometimes I listened to stories of Noah, of Jesus . . . other times poems about birds, seashells, swings, and gentle breezes . . . there was always a story . . .
When it was cold, I’d snuggle up with the worn old quilt Grammy made and sip hot chocolate from a big mug. “Be careful not to spill . . . ” Mama would say. “I will” I’d reply . . . and as I snuggled and listened, I thought how much fun would it be to learn to quilt? Maybe, someday I’d be a writer and tell stories? Oh, those poems are so pretty to listen to! Maybe someday someone will read poems I write and smile?