relics

BLOOMING WHERE YOU FALL

BLOOMING WHERE YOU FALL 

I stood beside a train track. It stretched beyond my line of sight, two ribbons of smooth metal. It was not pretty and did not add much to the scenery.

Life can be that way—a stretch in time that does not hold promise or beauty.

I turned and walked along the rails. The sun heated the shirt on my back, and I did not lift my head. It was better to stare at the ground and think somber thoughts.

About me were the shards and relics of someone’s past life, empty and ghost-like. Gray, wooden walls held weathered roofs in place, balancing them until the storms of life would push them to the earth. Wavy glass reflected the blue sky and the heat of the day.

Echoes of a voice sighed with the wind as it passed between a house and barn. An old mule lifted her head and waited for the owner of the voice to appear and lead her into the shelter of the barn. But not even a shadow drifted near.

I tripped over a discarded board and came to a stop. My eyes traveled across the dry ground and I lifted my head. Flowers nodded in the slight breeze—a pink flush adding life to the dirt between the railroad ties. I drank them in while my clouded sight cleared.

The flowers held to the dry soil but lifted their faces upward. They had grown from fallen seed. They did not fear the heat of the train that might pass over their bed of unfit ground. They never worried that my ambling feet might crush the life out of them. Their leaves did not quake in dread that the old mule would grind them between worn teeth. They lived with their petals open and waiting—waiting on the rain their designer would surely send.

Ridiculous thoughts about some wild flowers, you might say, but my heart stirred and lifted. I stopped to take a picture of them. Their colorful faces reflected the love of their creator and my God. My mind turned to scripture I had hidden in my heart. I have nothing to fret about or dread, even if I fall to the ground. I will get up. God gives strength to those who look to Him.

“I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” Philippians 4: 11-13 NIV

Please leave your comments below. Have you felt content in God’s arms?

~Karen

WHAT TO KEEP

How hard is it for you to get rid of things? Are you emotionally attached to material possessions?

How do some people have garage sales, set up forty tables all over their front yard, and clean out their house without collapsing in a flood of tears? I have family members who have no problem selling their child’s first bike. “Oh, no—how could you!” is more like my shocked cry. “His little feet touched those peddles. His dimpled hands hung onto those handlebars. The ice-cream cone in his hand dripped down the front fender … chocolate smeared on shiny blue paint. I can still see it in my mind!”

I’m posting pictures of a doll I got when I was three and one of me at six-years of age, still playing with the doll. Her name was Janet. Her rubber legs started ripping (see the tape wrapped around one leg) and by the time I was eight–she went to doll heaven. I think that’s what they told me. But I became the happy mother to another baby doll, which I still have. My daughter played with it and grandaughters have laughed at it and its wild hair.

I think I’ve always hung onto things. My mother’s doll, which is seventy-two years old, reclines in one of my doll cradles. I received that particular cradle when I was small enough to sit in it. It doesn’t matter that my dad actually filled in cracks in the doll’s composite head with wood putty and repainted it. Yes, he did that. Yes, I know that ruined the value of it. (Let’s hear a chorus of groans.) I was in total shock when I saw it afterwards but I keep it. I don’t think he’ll read this … so I can pour out my heart to you.  🙂

I’m the type that looks a mess in the junk drawer and mulls over the possibility that all the stuff could someday come in handy or turn into an antique, which everyone in the whole world is hoping to get their hands on it. And of course … if I throw something away, without fail, I’ll need it next week. Oh, my, I should’ve kept that old dog cage in the shed, because one of my chickens had a stroke and needs a small space to recuperate.

Yes, I know deep down happiness can’t be found in material things or relics of the past. Our hope and life is in Christ. We must release to him all the material things and possessions we have and be comforted in the fact that he is our “everything”. With all that is in us, we must cling to Christ and not hang onto what this world deems important. Freedom from entanglement brings peace. While those around you shake their heads and say they can’t understand why you don’t panic at times of loss, you can feel a sense of peace.

Psalms 90:14 gives us something to live for besides worldly assets. “O satisfy us early (in the morning) with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.” Mercy is something we all require and we should long to experience it repeatedly during our life. We shouldn’t toss this huge gift in the garbage heap.

“The heart of the prudent getteth knowledge; and the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge.” Proverbs 18:15. Knowledge is another piece of life we should try to obtain, cling to, and not throw away. The right kind of knowledge can keep us from getting into a lot of trouble. Knowledge will release us from being pulled aside by those who don’t understand a walk with God.

Be happy and forget about “things” in your life. “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Luke 13:34.

Please scroll down and leave your comments about “things” in your life. Are you one of those people who have no qualms about throwing away that scribbled picture of a puppy, which a child gave to you in a sincere moment of love, and placed on your refrigerator door? It’s the picture with ten magnets holding it firmly in place. I saw it at your house last week. I would have filed it … somewhere.

Now, back to cleaning out another closet ….

Karen

 

 

 

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