Tag Archive | choices

Hmmm… Slow Boil

In the age of automatic coffee makers and K-cup brews, I am enjoying a vintage Pyrex glass percolator for my weekend pleasure. The flavor of my favorite grind tastes more intense making it so pleasing to the palate. 
Also pleasing, is watching the slow boil of water as it prepares to push itself through the center stem, splash against the lid then follow gravity through the grounds to a desired strength of brew. It is the adjustment of the burner that keeps the near boil under control in a peaceful flow producing a calm to the soul. Thinking on this process makes me realize a similar action occurs in people I know, even myself, but the result is not an appetizing one. 
Our emotions simmer below the surface and when unchecked explode negativity with sudden volatility over ourselves and anyone in close proximity. Yes, I know how difficult it is to respond verses react to situations. I, too, regret the times I allowed my reactions to splatter their unpleasant taste about. Yet, over time I’ve learned the more I reflect on who my God is and what I read in His word, the easier it is to be a responder. Maybe in time I can learn to give God all control to keep by emotions at a slow boil instead of a raging outburst.

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Hmmm… Weathered Skin, A Violin and Joy

Tucked away somewhere in our family home is a black and white sketch that frequents my subconscious. An elderly disheveled looking man with weathered face and hands contentedly draws the bow across the violin strings. My thoughts are not taken to where he might be standing or for whom he is playing, but the look of joy on his face as the voices of cords and wood filter into the air. That expression brings to mind a quote by Sarah Young from her devotional book, Jesus Calling,

When you let others’ expectations drive you, you scatter your energy to the winds.

This aged gentleman is not concerned about others’ enjoyment of his performance, but the pure pleasure of producing a joyful sound.

I must find this sketch for my office wall as a reminder that joy is found within oneself not from outside circumstances.

Hmmm… A Whole Lot of Roaring

There is a whole lot of roaring around the globe over the killing of Cecil the lion. Some are calling for the hunter’s extradition to Zimbabwe, while others suggest his punishment through bodily harm.

Hmmm… I wonder the absence of the same level of protest over the removal and sometimes desecration of our own national symbols; reminders of this country’s faults and merits.

If we remove and/or destroy the memories of paths traveled, how do we decide the next step in our journey? (Psalm 78)

Hmmm… No Night There

Keep thinking of this very old hymn and decided to share. So happy Mom and Dad no longer need to deal with tears, pain, fear and the dark of night. (Revelation 21)

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No Night There | words John R. Clements 1899; music Hart P. Danks

In the land of fadeless day
Lies the city foursquare;
It shall never pass away,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

All the gates of pearl are made,
In the city foursquare;
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

All the gates shall never close
To the city foursquare;
There life’s crystal river flows,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

There they need no sunshine bright,
In that city foursquare;
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is no night there.

Hmmm… The Essence of Family

Iridescent glass, sparkling china and knickknacks, a drawer full of bread ties, kerosene lanterns, stove-pipe covers on display. The soft glow of converted gas lamps, clocks with silent faces staring back at you, a welcoming field stone fireplace, the creak of a staircase where each child learned to “alleybump”.  A gallery of family photos lining the walls waiting to tell the family history, the “circle” each child traveled on the first floor; all represent the unmistakable smell of stability, familiarity, and unselfish love. That is what envelopes me as I sit in the quietness of home; the house where our parents raised us and where our own children learned the essence of what it means to be family. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7, 1 Timothy 5:8, Proverbs 22:6)

Hmmm… Devil Dog, Lovely and Me; My Orders are Complete

Well Devil Dog and Lovely, my orders are complete as you are in heaven sitting with Jesus and those who went before. Your journey of life has only just begun. So, the tears your family and friends shed are not for you but for those who remain. Will they all see you again one day? Oh, I hope so! What a never-ending family picnic that will be! (Isaiah 25:61 Corinthians 15:1-4, John 3:16)

Hmmm… Catching Up: Red Ferns

More thoughts written February 19th as our family sat at our Mother’s side while in hospital.

These days my thoughts often gravitate to the book, Where the Red Fern Grows, written by Wilson Rawls in 1961. This coming of age story first adapted to film in 1974 follows the adventures of a young boy and his two-coonhound pups who are inseparable and learn lessons of true friendship, loyalty, heroics, and integrity. In the book, we learn of an old Cherokee legend that tells of a sacred red fern that grows between their two graves that only an angel can plant. I can’t help but compare Mom and Dad to the two pups. After 66 years together, they follow the same journey to heaven in quick succession. Dad completed his journey last week, while Mom continues with hers today. Will a red fern grow between their two graves? Not sure if I believe the legend but the symbolism it holds is very powerful. We humans need something tangible when dealing with life’s tragedies. For the young boy grieving the loss of his beloved dogs, the red fern tells him he is not alone. We too are not alone as we face losing another pillar of our family. But, are we losing them or sending them forward to help prepare a better place for the rest of us? (John 14:1-3)