Aggh! Or rather thanks God for protecting me.
Rainy, dreary, dull gray, cold and no sign of sunshine. But, as the woman at the paint store reminded me, don't look at the weather, find other things about this day to be thankful for. Oh, I do forget to give praise and thanks in the midst of muddy coloured days.
God please forgive me for focusing on the mud. Please help me to search for the sunshine colours You provide everyday with a heart of thanks.
I am thankful for many things this day. My hair turned extremely curly because of the dampness (I love it), I somehow avoided a near fatal accident on the freeway (thank you God for Your protection), I have a wonderful family and peaceful warm home to escape back to after my ordeal on the freeway.
"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." Colossians 4:2
I need to do more of all three this day.
Later...
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Starting Anew
Oh...
Summer is over on the Prairies and fall is definitely here. Dull skies and brisk winds blowing have me wishing for a few more weeks of summer sunshine and stillness.
With the turning of seasons perhaps a new grip on discipline in daily writing will come with the new season of Autumn. I have not posted much over the summer month's, with fall here and all activities in full swing, finding a few moments here and there to post might be more frequent.
My newest book purchase: Writing the Scared - A Psalm-inspired path to appreciating and writing scared poetry, by Ray McGinnis. Check out Ray's website, he has posted a few journal prompts that are intriguing.
On one of the writting prompts he posted a poem by Leonard Cohen. Before I became a Christ Follower, Leonard Cohens songs would capture my heart, well, after reading this poem I wonder if Christ captured Leonard's heart? Let me know what you think?
It Is To You I Turn
"It is to you I turn.
The table stands on tiptoe.
Every object leaps to its place.
The closed book rises on its thousand pages
and wakefulness rejoices.
I turn to you,
my song in the house of night,
my shield against the quarrels.
I turn to you,
who unifies the upward heart.
Your name is the foundation of the night.
The Accuser, with his thousand voices,
stands in the place you are not named.
Blessed is the name that holds this house
in the firmness of mercy,
and binds this song to the rock."
- Leonard Cohen
Summer is over on the Prairies and fall is definitely here. Dull skies and brisk winds blowing have me wishing for a few more weeks of summer sunshine and stillness.
With the turning of seasons perhaps a new grip on discipline in daily writing will come with the new season of Autumn. I have not posted much over the summer month's, with fall here and all activities in full swing, finding a few moments here and there to post might be more frequent.
My newest book purchase: Writing the Scared - A Psalm-inspired path to appreciating and writing scared poetry, by Ray McGinnis. Check out Ray's website, he has posted a few journal prompts that are intriguing.
On one of the writting prompts he posted a poem by Leonard Cohen. Before I became a Christ Follower, Leonard Cohens songs would capture my heart, well, after reading this poem I wonder if Christ captured Leonard's heart? Let me know what you think?
It Is To You I Turn
"It is to you I turn.
The table stands on tiptoe.
Every object leaps to its place.
The closed book rises on its thousand pages
and wakefulness rejoices.
I turn to you,
my song in the house of night,
my shield against the quarrels.
I turn to you,
who unifies the upward heart.
Your name is the foundation of the night.
The Accuser, with his thousand voices,
stands in the place you are not named.
Blessed is the name that holds this house
in the firmness of mercy,
and binds this song to the rock."
- Leonard Cohen
Monday, July 11, 2005
Did I Miss Something?
July 11, 2005
Did I Miss Something?
“My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” (Psalm 45:1)
Crazy feelings and emotions go through your body when you know you are to be somewhere at a certain time, you are, but no one else shows up. Questions like, “Did I miss an email message, or did I read the email wrong?” Go through the mind. Then emotions of being alone and no one you know to sit with can be unnerving. Oh, then the condemning thoughts come, “No one came because you are giving the devotional and why wound anyone want to come on a hot day to listen?” Thank goodness God has been teaching me lessons on recognizing the source of those hideous thoughts. “Stop, and no more!” are my defense words.
With a café’ mocha in hand, I sat down at a corner table and waited… Ten minutes passed still no one… Twenty minutes still no one… Then instead of waiting upon others or getting upset, I started to read through my writing binder. Notes and scriptures from my binder helped me to focus.
I remember reading somewhere that writing in coffee shops can be a great place to write out thoughts, so I started to write with the influence of the Holy Spirit.
Sometimes I think our walk with God is like going to meet your friends and no one shows up or at lest it can feel that way. Feelings and emotions are not the best way to tell if God has shown up. Looking through my journals weeks after I have written an entry tell me that God was with me, leading and helping me to recite praises to Him.
Yes, no one showed up from the monthly writer’s group, but God did. He is teaching me to use each moment to bring glory to Him.
When you find yourself all alone and your friends don’t show, what do you do? How has God been speaking in your life? How is He using you to be a writer to bring glory to Him?
Father, thank you for that you are always with us, teaching and guiding us, to be ready at any moment, to be a writer and witness for You. May we always bring glory to you even when we find ourselves all alone. In Jesus precious name, Amen.
Copyright: Robin Sloboda July 11, 2005
Did I Miss Something?
“My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” (Psalm 45:1)
Crazy feelings and emotions go through your body when you know you are to be somewhere at a certain time, you are, but no one else shows up. Questions like, “Did I miss an email message, or did I read the email wrong?” Go through the mind. Then emotions of being alone and no one you know to sit with can be unnerving. Oh, then the condemning thoughts come, “No one came because you are giving the devotional and why wound anyone want to come on a hot day to listen?” Thank goodness God has been teaching me lessons on recognizing the source of those hideous thoughts. “Stop, and no more!” are my defense words.
With a café’ mocha in hand, I sat down at a corner table and waited… Ten minutes passed still no one… Twenty minutes still no one… Then instead of waiting upon others or getting upset, I started to read through my writing binder. Notes and scriptures from my binder helped me to focus.
I remember reading somewhere that writing in coffee shops can be a great place to write out thoughts, so I started to write with the influence of the Holy Spirit.
Sometimes I think our walk with God is like going to meet your friends and no one shows up or at lest it can feel that way. Feelings and emotions are not the best way to tell if God has shown up. Looking through my journals weeks after I have written an entry tell me that God was with me, leading and helping me to recite praises to Him.
Yes, no one showed up from the monthly writer’s group, but God did. He is teaching me to use each moment to bring glory to Him.
When you find yourself all alone and your friends don’t show, what do you do? How has God been speaking in your life? How is He using you to be a writer to bring glory to Him?
Father, thank you for that you are always with us, teaching and guiding us, to be ready at any moment, to be a writer and witness for You. May we always bring glory to you even when we find ourselves all alone. In Jesus precious name, Amen.
Copyright: Robin Sloboda July 11, 2005
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