Remember and Celebrate

February 5, 2017

Seeking Beauty . . . When It Seems There Is None to be Found

I go for walk, looking for beauty on a dreary cloudy day in a strange neighborhood while on a girlfriends’ weekend at a hotel.

By the time I wind around the hotel, to the back corner of the parking lot, I have all but given up.

“Lord,” I say,” there doesn’t seem to be any beauty in this dreary suburban landscape of buildings and parking lots devoid of grass or trees.”

“You just haven’t looked long enough,” He Gently responds.

And then I spot it – a park bench leading to a path along the hotel property and parking lot.

I’m thinking this looks hopeful – hopeful that is, until I am standing at the beginning of the dreary-looking dirt path. In some places it’s downright ugly.

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A few steps later, I spy it – beauty, at its best – bright blue berries gracing the dark evergreen of the Juniper bushes lining the pathway on one side . . .

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. . . and on the other, tall dried stately grasses left over from last summer, filtering the view and dulling the roar of cars and trucks whizzing by on the busy highway.

The path continues, becoming more picturesque as it continues to wind along the edge of the property, the still-busy sounds of the highway to the east, muffled even more.

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Rounding the corner I am treated to the unexpected sighting of a lake with a willow tree standing guard in her winter nakedness and a sign that says “No Fishing, No Swimming, No Wading.”

Thankfully, it doesn’t say “No Looking.”

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My twenty-minute walk stretches into forty. Arriving back at the hotel entrance I notice the dried grasses and the bright red berries on the tree I’d ignored on my way out the door forty minutes earlier.11_H_2016 blog - Page 006

Seeing with new eyes, I murmur on the way in, “Thank you, Lord, for this beauty, reminding me of your ever-present presence.”

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The beauty I saw that day, lingered with me throughout the next week as the clouds remained hidden and the days continued gray and dreary as they had for days before and one day, I added “Find Beauty Today” on my to-do list.

Here is what I found later that day.

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Lake Opeka, Beauty in Winter

Sometimes we have to remind ourselves to look for beauty before we convince ourselves there is none to be found.

Where have you found beauty lately?  I’d love to hear from you.

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December 15, 2016

Still He Comes- An Advent Reflection

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I didn’t set out to post advent reflections this year. I haven’t been following any Advent guide. I have been listening to the sermons each Sunday and paying attention to what God might have for me during this time time of Advent and the celebration of the coming King.

This  view outside my living room window catches the play of the setting sun on the neighborhood, the trees and the sky when I got home.  

Earlier I walked at the lake without my phone (camera). Well, actually, I did have it, but it was in my purse, in the zippered phone pocket right where it belonged, so I couldn’t find it!

 As I walked, I began to pay attention, searching for words to create the picture of what I could not capture in pixels.

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blue sky and sunshine
snow – like diamond chips
sprinkled over the ground
. . . beauty

traffic sounds muted
and clear voices carrying
across the lake
different kinds of
. . . stillness

trees bare except
evergreens –  still green
leaves clinging to the willows
pods decorating the catalpa tree
. . . resting

park benches
picnic tables
covered with snow
silent until spring
. . . waiting 

lake frozen in patterns
as if God was swirling the water
as the temperatures dipped
below freezing
. . . art  

breathing the clear crisp air
my mind calms
and considers the Advent of the
Christ-child, born to be
King

how he came
how still he still comes
to a drab, noisy, broken world
full of frenzied activity and
impatience

Oh come to my heart Lord Jesus
There is room in my heart for Thee.
May I be quiet long enough to hear of
Your coming.

 Linking with :
Lisha Epperson and Give Me Grace Community
Kelly Chripczuk   and “Small Wonder” 

 

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December 9, 2016

Comfort and Peace – Advent

Second Sunday in Advent
Comfort & Peace

from Life on the Vine Christian Community website
Life on the Vine Christian Community

On a snowy second Sunday of Advent, this year, the sermon was about Hannah, and Eli, the priest, who sees her crying in the temple and accuses her of drunkenness. She tells him why she is praying (she has not been able to have children).

BUT God sees, he listens and he is at work.

As I continued to listen to the sermon, these words came to mind and out onto the page of my journal. My friend, Shirley, calls this “praying at the point of a pen.”

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Weeping . . .
	she pleads
Watching . . .	
	he judges	
	her cries

Weeping . . .
	she pleads
Listening . . .
	HE hears
	He listens
	to her cries

God sees
	God listens
		God is at work

In this season
	in all seasons
Jesus  . . .
	Emmanuel
	God with us

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I had never noticed before the significance of Hannah’s response to the mistaken judgments of Eli, the priest. She did not cower in front of him. The temptation for me is shrinking back in the face of other’s judgement, going silent, retreating and accepting other’s judgements as truth about me. And in so doing, I lose my voice and shut down any hope of meaningful conversation taking place.

Slowly I am learning others’ observations are from their own perspective; they are seldom the whole truth about me.

And had Eli continued to judge her, I like to think Hannah would have remained undeterred.

Linking with
Kelly Hausknecht Chripczuk and Small Wonder Link-up

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December 5, 2016

Clear, Crisp, Sunshiny Days – I Still Need You

I have always loved this photo – a beautiful sunshiny day at the Botanic Gardens. The slow drift of wet snow throughout the day yesterday into the evening reminded me of a visit to the Gardens after another snowstorm a number of years ago and my written response to the images of that day as I participated in my a weekly small group. My written reflections are below.

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Tonight I am the facilitator in our small group in the absence of our leader. I chose a group of photos to use as a journaling prompt and I knew when I chose them which one I would choose, just because I loved it so much. Now, here I am in the quiet with my friends in group as we are given instructions to “journal, using this photo as a picture of your spiritual life and desires as they are right now.”

Clean crisp air
sunshine
no fog today
down coat
warm scarf
soft fuzzy gloves
I am set to enjoy this cold day.

Sort of like my life right now
Clear
sunshine
no fog
It’s good to feel alive
in a “good place.”

But like this beautiful day,
to experience this moment
to the fullest extent
I must pay attention
to what I need
in this good season
of my life
Just as I was prepared for the cold

Yet, good as things are right now,
something is “off.”
I’m “wired . . .”
always moving
my feet,
my hands,
my mouth
my mind racing
unfocused

Last night
as we each quietly considered
the question for ourselves
I felt your presence,
my body – relaxed
my mind – stilled
And I know

I must cultivate the quiet
even in good times.

To not create the time
when I am feeling good
is like not stretching
because my back doesn’t hurt today!

God, you gently reminded me
as good as these days feel right now
I still need time to
quiet myself
listen to you
feelthe down-coat-warm-scarf-fuzzy-glove
warmth of your loving presence.

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Lisha Epperson and Give Me Grace Community

Kelly Chripczuk and Small Wonder Link up.  Kelly is also the author of Chicken Scratch: Stories of Love, Riskand Poultry.   Reading it will change the way you see the mess and chaos involved in living life to its fullest.

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November 16, 2016

A Floating Leaf, Being Carried and Rest

floating leaves blogIt’s the first thing I notice as I walk up to my favorite place at the lake this morning – a brown leaf floating in the water.

(The fact I am even out here this morning is a big deal. I’d rather stay up late and sleep in. Yet the rest of my world doesn’t cooperate with me, so I’ve been adjusting my sleep schedule. I do love the lake in the morning.)

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So back to what I noticed as I walked up to the rock under my Willow tree – that oak leaf languidly floating on the placid water, gliding ever so slowly above murkiness of the water below.

I noticed and wondered, watching its progress.

Some days are like what is seen from the underside of the leaf: dark, foreboding, and unclear.

Oh to be carried safely on days like this.

Jesus, carry me on dark murky-water days. Let me rest in you like this oak leaf on the water.

On days when you feel far away, when I can’t find you, help me remember this.  Those you send to me “become Jesus” to me. They are your gift, making it easier to see you myself.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your soulsFor my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 New International Version (NIV)

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Connecting this week with Kelly Chripczuk  and Small Wonder Link-up

 

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October 6, 2016

Beginnings? Now?

 

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It’s becoming increasingly clear the last couple of years – the time I have left to live is less than the time I have lived (coming up on age 70, fifteen months from now will do that). In light of my musings (more like distress) about traveling this final leg of my earthly journey, I stumbled upon the poem, “Help Me to Believe in Beginnings” by Ted Loder,  from his book, “Guerilla’s of Grace”.

Beginnings? are you kidding me, when right now,  it seems like the beginning of an ending?

The following words in my journal from a couple weeks ago are shared below:  (Highlighting is mine.)

 “Help me to believe in beginnings
    to make a beginning
        to be a beginning,
so that I may not just grow old
        but grow new
each day of this wild, amazing life
        you call me to live
with the passion of Jesus Christ.”

“Help Me to Believe in Beginnings”  Ted Loder, from Guerrillas of Grace:  

Beginnings?

How can I think of
beginnings
when

a blink of an eye is
a month passed,
a lightning strike,
a year flown by.

A beginning?
when it feels like the
beginning
of an
ending?

Choosing to focus on
the time I have
instead of
the time I don’t
is a choice.

Most days I make this choice.
Some days the choice is elusive.
Today is one of those days.

Joining with “Give Me Grace Community” with Lisha Epperson
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nd
A Field of Wild Flowers” with Kelly Chripzcuk

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September 14, 2016

Perfectly Formed

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Happy birthday to Brenda Jane.

August 28, 1959 – August 28, 1959

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August 28th, fifty-seven years ago:

I am 11 years old. A baby is coming, but the Doctor has been saying there is probably something wrong with the baby and if Mother “miscarries” it will be “God’s way of taking care of it.”

Four years and two brothers after praying for a baby brother, I am hoping for a baby sister.

Sadly my little sister is born too soon, the entire span of her life – seven hours between her first and last breath. The birth is difficult and my mother almost dies. Looking through the nursery window, daddy says the baby is so small he could have held her in his hand.

“She was “perfectly formed,” he says

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August 28, 2016

We didn’t talk much about how we all felt in those days. That’s just how it was.  Grief seemed to be a private thing.  After the initial disappointment, I put my feelings into a box, shut the lid and placed it on a shelf.  I had only told one friend, who already knew because her mother had told her. I told no one else.

Later, in conversation with my parents, I learned more of the burden of deep pain they carried quietly in their hearts.

And we know “perfectly formed” babies still die.

And now, I am the only one left after my brother Gordon died at age 49 in 2005.  (My second brother Ronnie died nine months after Brenda Jane.) My little sister’s short life isn’t just a “fact” anymore.  I miss her. I miss Ronnie. I miss Gordon.  If even one of them were here, I wouldn’t be “the only one left.”

“Singing their song,” is now important to me.

“If their song is to continue, then we must do the singing. We have to find that special way that will allow us to sing our loved one’s song loud and clear . . .” Elizabeth Stillwell Grief Digest, Volume 2, Issue #4

This little poem came to me Aug. 28th  as I once again sat in the quietness of remembering my little sister, Brenda Jane Longenecker.

Posting here gives me a way to sing her song.  I also sang it HERE in 2011.

to Brenda Jane

How could I sing
your song, when you
came and left so soon?

How could I sing
your song, when I
did not know the tune?

Because the song
you would have sung
barely got its start,

the song I sing
for you is cre-
ated in my heart

Years I did not
sing your song,
did not know I could.

Wee One, I’ll sing
your song. It is
very, very good.

You were perfectly formed,” Daddy said.

Psalm 139:13  –  a big sister’s paraphrase:
For you created Brenda Jane’s inmost being;
You knit her together in our mother’s womb.
I praise you, because she is fearfully and wonderfully made.
I know that full well.

 

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April 1, 2016

Oceans, Seashells and Jesus’ Love

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If you were walking Miami Beach along about 72nd  and Collins Avenue last week, you just might have seen someone that looked a lot like me, sitting at the ocean, texting and thought, “Now isn’t that crazy – an ocean to see and she’s texting.”

Before you render final judgement, about me texting at the ocean, please keep reading and see what I was texting to my grandchildren.

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Recently, Miss E and I were talking in the car about how sometimes God speaks to us through nature. He created beautiful things to show us how good and beautiful  and grand he is – how much he loves us.

She said: “Oh, I love nature too, especially oceans and seashells…the ones where you can hear the ocean when you hold it up to your ear.”  I assured her I would look for one and I would also send her a photo of the ocean. This morning I took that video with this message your Mom or your Daddy will read to you.

When I saw the waves this morning
I thought,
“Jesus’ love is like the waves.
They just keep coming . . .
no matter what . . .”
the way your parents
will always love
you.
Like I  will always love
my sons,
your daddies,

Jesus is always there.
He hasn’t gone away
even when he doesn’t feel close . . .
Just like the waves of the ocean…
He is there
every minute
of the day
every day.

And you will never be able to make US stop loving YOU!

Love,
Grandma and Grandpa Hiestand

( Don’t tell Miss E, we found a seashell big enough to hear the ocean for each family at the Shell Man, along the road down in the keys. Maybe it will remind of the ocean and the Jesus who always will love us and always be with us.)

jesus loveI created this photo to send to each of them when I get home

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Linking with
Lisha Epperson and Give Me Grace Community
Kelly Chripczuk and Small Wonder Link-up

 

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January 27, 2016

Sacred Spaces

I am part of an online group of women who are what I like to call, “of a certain age.” I think it’s women over 50 and on this my 68th birthday, I am reminded I qualify with flying colors. Each week there is a word for us to ponder on or maybe even blog about. This week’s word is “sacred.” And I can’t help but remember this post about Sacred Spaces long ago and far away (Nov. 2010), so I am bringing it forward once again. These last years of care-giving, retiring and all that came along with that, changed my rhythms and I have had a hard time finding them again. It is becoming quite clear to me being open to new rhythms, instead of trying to impose the former ones is the way to start again.

Sacred Space: A time and place set apart for God and God alone.

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Sitting this morning on “my rock,” under “my willow tree,” my eyes fall on the now familiar view across the lake – the new houses I have watched “grow.” I sense there is something special here, but I don’t think the houses are “speaking” to me today. It’s more because these houses, along with the willow tree under which I sit, tell me that I am in my sacred place once again.

The view isn’t what is sacred!
But seeing these familiar sights ushers me into
a place
a mindset
a settled-in feeling that says . . .
“Ahhhhh . . . .I am here Lord.
I am so looking forward to being with you this morning.”

Lord,
these are places where I’ve
met you in meaningful ways.
engaged my heart with yours.
I have more than one “Sacred Space.”

Besides this rock, under the willow tree beside Lake Opeka,
there is the off-the-main-path waterfall at the Garden,

a favorite hide-away, Chicago Botanic Gardens

“my”corner table at The Garden Cafe . . .

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the lakeside hide-away across from the Garden fountain . . .

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mom’s chair, now mine and the crackling “Montana” candle . . .

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And it occurs to me that it isn’t so much the physical surroundings
as it is the interaction I’ve experienced here
with You,
the times I have engaged my heart through Scripture
with Your’s.
Places and experiences like these draw me back for more.

Revisiting this post helps draw me back to a rhythm. It will be a new one, not like the old, for much as changed. Sometimes it’s good to read your own words.

 

 

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November 27, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015 – Shout to the Lord!

psalm 100My husband and I were alone on Thanksgiving. “It’s all good,” I told someone yesterday. “Our children and 10 grandchildren are with their other families. Well, one is still in Ethiopia. We expect to have her here with us soon.”

And I missed my mom and my dad. They are gone now, as are my siblings, taken far too soon.

Today I spent time in Psalm 100 and realized again God how has walked with me through these past 10 years. I felt Jesus’ presence here with me in the quietness of the day.  Sometimes I wondered if I’d feel his presence again. There were many moments of being with the loss and the sadness and yes, even doubt that sometimes comes with the loss, yet godly counselors, friends, and loving family helped carry me.

Psalm 100 is all about giving thanks . . . God’s goodness . . . his faithfulness lasting through generations . . . . How I have believed this through my life. And how I have doubted all of it at one time or another in the darkness of the past 10 years.

Knowing God was going to be OK with my doubt, I didn’t try to “fix” it with all the right answers, although I have tried to do that most of my life. He knew I was on a journey. And so I sat with God in the doubt, in the darkness.

And now he has brought me to a place of being able once again to absorb these cherished scriptures.

I had memorized the five verses from Psalm 100 as a child. Being a visual learner, now when I can see, I can remember and even memorize again.  So here goes my visual version of Psalm 100:1-5

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2) Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.

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(Enjoying Casting Crowns, March 2006)

3) Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his.
We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

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4) Enter into his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
Give thanks to him and praise his name.

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(St in Eliza in Norwood, OH)

5)  For the Lord is good, his love endures forever,
and his faithfulness endures to all generations.

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God, this is why I am telling my story – to show your faithfulness, even when it has seemed you are far away and maybe will seem that way again.
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