In Other Words…

This is not a pretty site if you happen to be claustrophobic:mountain railway2

However, if you could only see the rest of picture…

mountain-railway-3197671_1920I don’t have to have spiritual tunnel vision; I can safely trust in God’s ultra-wide angle lens.  In other words…

Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
    do not depend on your own understanding.
Seek his will in all you do,
    and he will show you which path to take.

Proverbs 3:5,6  Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.


Seeing is believing…

wood 2…well, not always.  In fact, I don’t even know where that cockamamie concept originated.  Especially now with the various photo-editing applications and other wonders of the virtual world that continue to invade our reality.  So when pictures show up on my email or on other forms of communication, I tend to be a bit more skeptical than I would have in the past.

In fact, right now the whole concept of “Fake News” is making a comeback.  At least, I call it a comeback.  Fake News has been around forever, starting in a Garden a long time ago, and it comes in many forms, being woven quite effectively into our modern living:

Propaganda was an effective tool to discourage the Allies in World War 2. 

Most people my age have probably heard the phrase, “there are lies, there are d**n lies, and there are statistics.”

Of course, then there are the white lies.  Which is like having a white carpet in a house with three children and two dogs…

There’s the infamous statement, “Just kidding”.  Orson Wells tried that back in the 1930’s with a recital of a World of the Worlds enactment on radio, and that went over quite well. 

Like Solomon said, truly there is nothing new under the sun…

But that doesn’t mean I just abandon my five senses as any source of honest interpretation.  It does mean, however, that I need a little discernment.  Or a lot.  Words are cheap, but observable behaviors and definable outcomes have a place in what’s really going on behind the scenes.

Or better yet, what’s going on within the heart.

 “I know all the things you do. I have seen your love, your faith, your service, and your patient endurance. And I can see your constant improvement in all these things.”

It behooves me to be reminded that God Almighty sees it all as it really is, no spiritual photo-editing in Heaven.  The first order question, then, is what does He see in my life?  In His church?  And whatever He sees, and however He sees it, IS worthy to be believed.

Revelation 2:19  Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

Dawn’s List (not to be confused with Schindler’s…)

This post is a little different from what I normally write.  It’s not going on Facebook or Twitter.  No pretty photos.  No sarcasm or tongue-in-cheek humor (well, okay, I’m not done writing it yet, so we’ll see…).  Not even any analogies!

January, 2017, marks my second year of blogging.  I used to be more critical of social media, of the shallow content and mere shadow of so-called “friends”.  Although that can still be true, I have largely repented of my former viewpoint.  When I started this enterprise, I had no idea (nor any planned intention) of forming relationships, honest ones, and getting to know the people behind the screen.  Real people with authentic needs, trying to interpret their past and find some hope for their future.  Victories and defeats.  Questions, and even some answers—quite a few answers, really!  (Okay, right, so there’s a whole relational analogy there, but I shall refrain…)

So for now, Thursday has become Continue reading “Dawn’s List (not to be confused with Schindler’s…)”

Did they really mean “dash”?

IMG_20150103_172451138I hate running.  Always have, really.  And yet I did the whole high school athletics thing, such as it was for young women back in the 70’s.  I was generally pretty terrible at it, but when you’re a 6-foot female, it’s just something you feel you have to try I suppose.  I was even on the track and field team for a year or two.

Guess what they do in track and field… 

dinosaur_cartoon_animal_animation_clipartI think at one meet I finished a race in about 94 seconds.  In my case, it was mistakenly labeled the 400-yard-dash.  For me, it was more of a plod, woeful, but at least I finished.

So a big shout out to bloggin’ buddy Marie Griffith at Full Time! Over the past year, she’s started her running adventure and has been working her way up—I anticipate a full marathon is in her future, and maybe one of those crazy tri’s. 

A consideration~~It’s one thing to run a 5K, but quite another to walk 25 miles.  The former has you huffing and puffing at the end; the latter pain creeps up on you slowly, when you feel it the next day, and the next.  We don’t really think of walking as strenuous, but in reality, walking is being extolled for its remarkable health benefits.  Why?  Because over time it’s more strenuous than one may think.  I mean, after all, it’s just walking, right?

Here’s my point.  It’s one thing to weather a crisis in life.  It’s exhausting, but when it’s over, and the dust clears, and you’re still standing, we applaud you as victor.  Yea. 

Unfortunately, we tend not to see the rigor and stamina needed for the monotony of everyday life, and even less do we allow ourselves even a pat on the back for a job well done—changing that diaper, cleaning that frig, getting the whole fam to sit down for a meal, putting in 8-10 hours in the cubicle to put that meal on the table.  Over time, this walking through the daily tasks of responsible living and loving, gets…exhausting.  Only it creeps up on us unawares. 

Like the sore muscles that we didn’t expect from just….walking.

Runners like my friend, Marie, have strategies.  They know how to pace themselves, listen to their bodies, and when to push through it or not.  Brilliant!  She knows how to cooperate with her body to prevent a pulled muscle, or physical exhaustion.

I’m thinking that I need to take a lesson from her for the “walking through daily life” as well.  Over time, without these strategies, my heart and head start to ache, and I’m not even aware of it as it becomes normalcy.

I would love to hear some of your strategies in walking through life to avoid mental and spiritual exhaustion.  And in the comment section, I’ll share some of mine.

And Marie, when you get to the Ironman, I was photos of Hawaii!

“Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised.”

Hebrews 10:36  Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

The welcome mat was threadbare


“Years passed, and the king of Egypt died. But the Israelites continued to groan under their burden of slavery. They cried out for help, and their cry rose up to God.  God heard their groaning, and he remembered his covenant promise to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  He looked down on the people of Israel and knew it was time to act.”

Many of us know the backstory, even if it’s just from Charlton Heston’s iconic portrayal, or even Disney’s animated version.  The people of Israel had been rescued from a catastrophic famine by the Hebrew patriarch Joseph who had become the Number Two chariot in Egypt.  God had sovereignly brought the “nation” of Israel (only about seventy people at that time) all the way from the Promised Land to be provided for during the remaining five years of crop failure. 

The only problem was that the remaining five years was over….400 years ago.

Fast forward to the current story.  The Continue reading “The welcome mat was threadbare”

Where’d THAT come from?

garden lastStatus report: my garden is semi-surviving despite this June’s horrid hot/dry spell.  Here in Missouri it appears the wheat is getting in okay, but I’m concerned for the corn if we don’t get some rain soon.  If y’all have a few spare thunderclouds, you might send them our way.  Just keep the twisters. 

Is that too much to ask?

Even though my garden is surviving the shock, I’m not sure my husband will when he gets the city water bill…it should come any day now.  Actually, he knows the score and is more than supportive with my gardening habit hobby.  With all the musical instruments and classic comic books and thin, round pieces of plastic “art” (he prefers the more expensive blu-ray to the less esteemed DVD…), I suppose we’re even-steven.  At least he can eat my time-well-spent.

So look what I found this morning on my Continue reading “Where’d THAT come from?”

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