Daily Prompt: Longing

SONY DSCThe Daily Prompt was to write about Longing

Longing implies an intense craving or ache for something or someone.  From a temporal perspective, the most poignant experience I’ve had with longing is for my mother who passed away in 96’.  There have been times especially early on, when I would have given almost anything for her advice one more time, or to hear her call me “sugar”.    I could say the same about many friends and loved ones who are dearly missed.

The second example that I’m familiar with are the times I’ve had the intense longing to see my children.  Both of them moved away after high school.  One of them has since returned and lives nearby, but my eldest is still too many miles away to meet for lunch or just stop by.  As a mother, it’s not even that you just desire their presence, you often long for the way things used to be.  We want them to grow up and become their own person, but at the same time, we want to hold them forever.  It’s an emotional quandary at times.

As the years roll by, another longing becomes apparent to me.  It’s one that I was never too familiar with in my younger days; a longing for the past.  As we grow older in a world that grows more violent and a society that seems to degrade by the minute, we long for simpler times, for peace and for the way things used to be.  We long for the people we miss, a chance to do some things over again and as our thoughts drift to our own mortality, we long to know we have done the best we could do.  For those of us who are Christ followers, we long to see the salvation of others.

However, speaking from a spiritual perspective, the first thing that came to mind when I read the topic for today’s prompt was a C.S. Lewis quote which it one of my favorites.  It says, “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”

Although I have experienced longing in this life, there is something deep inside that is never fully satisfied and I know it won’t be this side of heaven.  This is a longing for my heavenly home when God has fulfilled His divine purpose for me on this earth.  It’s His call, in His own timing and I don’t worry myself about it.  I do believe that when I get there, I will never again long for anything.

 

 

Storms never last

Storms never last

I sit inside in my favorite chair wrapped in a cozy blanket.  Its day three of nursing something yet undiagnosed, but I can tell you I haven’t the energy to do much more than sit.  I am looking out the window to my left, watching the rain fall down vertically at an angle.  I notice this and assume it to be an effect of the wind.  I can still hear the birds chirping, which sounds eerie based on the appearance of things out there.  I wonder if they are attempting to guide others home or if a mama bird has lost a child.  If God’s eye is on the sparrow, I am quite certain they know what to do and where to go in a storm.

Just as God guides His creatures, He will guide us through the storms of life, if we will but let Him.  Our problem is that we want to do it our way without help from anyone.  Yes, we much prefer to captain our own vessels through the waves and the rocks, the tropical force winds and pelting rain and hail.  In the midst of a great storm, direction can become meaningless and we can find ourselves at the mercy of the wind, blowing us where it will.   Often, it’s only after we are bruised and battered that we will begin to call upon the Great Rescuer.

So, as I watch the rain drizzle down the windowpanes and I reflect on the many storms of life that His love has carried me through, I cannot help but express my gratitude in praise to Him.

 

For You have been a defense for the helpless, A defense for the needy in his distress, A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat  Isaiah 25:4

Where were you at midnight?

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The Daily Prompt  read “Where were you last night at midnight? Would you have wanted to be somewhere else?”

At midnight, I was snug as a bug in my bed and had been for several hours. If you’ve read my blogs before you might already know, that although I love owls, I am not a nocturnal creature.  I more accurately resemble the pygmy owls who are crepuscular, from what I’ve read.  This means they are active closer to dawn and dusk.

I saw posts on social media last night about people getting ready to go out and on television one guy was impatiently waiting on the ball to drop.  He had been camped out since 11:00 am.  It makes me tired even thinking of staying up that late.  And for what?  To watch a huge, lighted ball travel down a flag pole?  Let me think about that.  Um. Okay.  No.  But, to each their own; I know people who have that on their bucket list.

I ate my favorite organic pizza, took a nice hot bath, prayed about the coming new year and went to bed at 9:00 pm.  It’s safe to say I was out cold by 9:30.  I’m pretty sure I had already nodded off on the couch prior to that.   I woke up early and started on the black-eyed peas, pork and greens; not because I think it brings me luck, but because it’s a family tradition, it was all on sale and it’s good food.

Today, as I see posts on Facebook it seems that some people are vexed about the old adage, “new year, new me”.  Personally, I think any time is a good time to reflect, to make resolutions to do more for others,  or be a better person.  I’m not sure there is anyone out there who wouldn’t benefit from spending a little time looking in the mirror, re-evaluating their priorities and re-focusing on their Creator.

I think we all want to be better than the person we were yesterday and with God’s help, I plan to reach new goals this year.

Happy New Year and May God Bless You all Richly!

Lisa

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Chocolate peppermint cookies

Scarlett hastily scraped up the last bit of cookie dough as she thought, “Yes, that’s enough for one more cookie”.   Plopping the last gooey bit on the cookie sheet, she licked her fingers, and then silently wondered if the minuscule amount of raw egg she had ingested contained Salmonella. “Oh well, it’s too late to worry about it now”, she mused.  She opened the oven door, slid the pan in and set the timer.

Now, she only had to wait approximately 15 minutes, for delicious chewy goodness.  That left plenty of time to address the remaining Christmas cards and perhaps wrap one more gift.  She was looking forward to sitting down to watch a Christmas movie, with a plate full of cookies and a cold glass of milk.  But first, as soon as the cookies came out of the oven, she was running a nice warm bubble bath.  Tonight she would relax; tonight was about her.

“Scarlett, honey, are you home?” Mrs. Avery’s warbled voice pierced the silence at that moment reminding Scarlett of an old worn record that had reached the end of play and needed to be removed from the turn table.  Oh no, not tonight.  Scarlett seriously considered remaining silent, hiding in her bedroom.  She could wait there for Mrs. Avery to turn her support hose ridden little legs planted firmly in their reliable, built-for-comfort loafers, back towards home.  Mrs. Avery was patient tonight though.  That crazy feline fur ball of hers must be loose again and Scarlett was in no mood to go looking for her.

Scarlett figured she might as well get whatever it was over with so she could resume her night of relaxation.  As she opened the door, she noticed that Mrs. Avery’s grey hair was all she could see sticking up from behind the stack of beautiful packages she carried.  They were brightly adorned in Christmas wrappings with festive pinecones and sprigs of holly instead of bows.  Scarlett immediately felt regretful for her earlier ill-mannered decision to delay answering the door.  She had unknowingly caused a frail woman of 83 to stand outside under the weight of this colorful burden.

“Come in, please.  Let me help you with those packages.   Where are you going with all of this?” asked Scarlett.   “Oh, they are all for you my dear.  I probably went a bit overboard wrapping mostly food stuff, but I wanted to bless you”, replied Mrs. Avery.  “Go ahead and open them up as they will need to be refrigerated.”

As Scarlett opened boxes containing homemade meals, complete with desserts her eyes filled with tears.  “You did all of this, just for me?” she asked.  “Well, I see you getting home after work every day and most nights you have to rush right back off for class.  I know you don’t eat right because I see you cleaning out the fast food bags from your car.  I thought the best gift I could give you was the gift of time, so I prepared a couple of weeks’ worth of meals so you will to be able to just relax and enjoy yourself when you do finally get home.  I know your family is far away and you aren’t going to make it home this year.  I pray for you every day and I wanted to bless you.”

Scarlett was overwhelmed with shame that she had even considered ignoring this beacon of light.  She was also suddenly reminded of what Christmas was all about.  She thought about the Christmas plays back at home and her dad reading the Christmas story from the big black bible.  Jesus came to give the greatest gift.  Scarlett had received that precious gift of salvation as a child, and she was thankful that Mrs. Avery had reminded her about what this season was really all about.   She made a mental note to find out what time the Christmas services were at her local church and see if Mrs. Avery had plans.

For now though, the timer was going off on her oven, so she excused herself to remove the cookies.  As she returned, she said, “Mrs. Avery, were you doing anything special tonight?”  Mrs. Avery smiled and said, “No, I was just going to go home and call a friend and perhaps do some reading or watch that new Christmas movie”.

“That’s great!” said Scarlett.  “I have warm cookies, just out of the oven.  How about I change into something more comfortable and bring them over and we will watch that movie together?”  Mrs. Avery squeezed Scarlett’s hands in both of hers and said, “Yes, come on over, that would be delightful, my dear”.

That night began a new chapter in Scarlett’s life; her friendship with Mrs. Avery continued for many years until her precious friend left this earth to be with Jesus.  Scarlett would always remember the tiny little woman, full of life and faith and love and she would always try to be “Mrs. Avery” to someone.

The yard shoes go to church

 

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Last Wednesday night, I was extremely tired.  It was that kind of tired where all I could think about was snuggling in my comfy bed and watching nothing but the back of my eyelids for several hours.  Pushing myself through it, I got ready for church, decided what shoes to wear, and put them near the front door so they would be waiting for me as I dashed out the door.  I had on a top in browns, green and tan with blue jeans, so I picked cute tan sandals with a large tan rosette-looking decoration on top.

Since I was now ready, I sat down at my computer to try to write a little before I left for church.  Several minutes later I looked at the clock and realized I needed to leave immediately, or risk being late.  Late is something I do not like to be so I jumped up, grabbed my bag, slipped shoes on and in seconds, I was on my way.  The parking lot was crowded, so I parked in back, in a darkened area and walked towards the front door.  Just as I was crossing the threshold, I glanced down and was horrified to find that I had mistakenly slipped on my nasty yard shoes.  They are lovely grey and pink croc flip flops that have seen their better days.  They are several years old and adorned with paint splatter.  I was so embarrassed.  I expressed my distress to my friend, who was greeting folks at the front door and he said, “No one will even notice”.  This was the answer I would expect coming from a man’s perspective so it didn’t allay my mortification in the least.

I made it to my seat without detection (I think).  I stood there through praise and worship, hoping no one saw my feet, which admittedly is not what I should have been thinking about.  When we sat down I did my best to hide them under my seat.  As embarrassed as I was, I was also angry with myself that I was prideful enough to care so much about my mistake.  The scripture came to me from Ephesians 6:15 about having your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace.  I smiled because of the ridiculousness of my worries and because it’s just like God to remind me of the important things.

As long as my spiritual feet are shod with the gospel of peace, which means that symbolically I have put on peace as part of my spiritual armor, I am armed with the peace that comes from the Good News.

My family got a good laugh when I got home and shared my blunder but throughout the week, I have been thinking about feet and my walk and how and where my walk should take me and how I prepare for that.  So, it just goes to show that even in our silliness, we often find a lesson.

Who is in control?

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On a day like today, I want to be able to elaborate on my sentimental thoughts about Thanksgiving and the coming season; I want to watch romantic Christmas movies and bake. My post should surely be all warm and encouraging. I want to be writing things about the cool breeze and the scent of spices and cinnamon in my house, about using my new Kitchen-aid appliance and about the anticipation of family gathered around the table on Thursday.

But the truth is, I just can’t today. My heart is overwhelmed and I’m teetering on the brink of a major downpour of tears. I have two friends going through major surgery, other friends who lost family members this week, and yet others battling cancer. I could go on and on but you get my point and that isn’t even to mention the chaos all around us.

What’s a girl to do? I can sit here and let myself get tossed to and fro and feel my stress level begin to rise. I can succumb to despair and panic or get angry or dismayed. OR, I can lead myself to the Rock that is higher than I.

Always, but especially in times like these, on days like this, God is my Rock and my Fortress, my Strong tower and my Deliver, my Healer and my Sanity, Lover of my soul and a God who is moved with compassion. Where do I put my trust? I place it exclusively in Him because ALL others have failed me at times.

So, I will cast all of my cares upon Him, who can bear it all and trust Him for all outcomes. I will leave my problems at the foot of the cross and not pick them back up again. For I know, in the midst of trials, storms, and seemingly immovable mountains, my God is still in control.

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Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.  Isaiah 40:28-31

Next season please

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To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven:

 A time to be born, and a time to die;

A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

A time to break down and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

 A time to gain, and a time to lose;

A time to keep, and a time to throw away;

 A time to tear, and a time to sew;

A time to keep silence and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;

A time of war, and a time of peace.  Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

 

I’ve been thinking a lot about seasons this week.  It’s so funny how they do parallel our lives.  The bible even says to everything there is a season.

When I’m asked what my favorite season is, I often say fall and winter.  I think this has always been due to the accompanying holidays and knowing I’ll be spending quality time with family and friends.

However, after contemplating it more carefully, I have realized that my favorite season is the one that’s around the corner.  The one that isn’t quite here yet, the one I’m currently longing for.

Take right now, for instance.  We’ve had our fill of winter (some more than others, depending on our locale); the cold, dreariness, the bare trees and raggedly looking lawns and landscapes.  We are ready for spring.  We desire something new; the flowers, the birdsong, a change in the weather, some refreshing showers.

I remember at the end of last summer, I was dreamily desiring the arrival of fall.  I could almost taste the fall flavors of pumpkin and apple cider and smell the cinnamon and feel the slight dip in temperature.  In my mind were visions of scarecrows and carvings and leaves turning and descending to the earth.  It was something to look forward to and thinking about it filled me with anticipation.

When the temperatures began to drop and I began my Christmas shopping, I was already giddy with excitement for winter and the hopes of seeing snow (if I traveled out of my home state).  Bring on the sweaters and scarves and boots.  The love of Christmas and thoughts of enjoying more time with those I care about made me anxious for this glorious season.

And around it goes, year after year, season after season.  I guess the old saying is true, “we always want what we don’t have”.  We eagerly anticipate the next chapter, the next season.

It’s like our Creator to know this would suit us; the changing.  We change; our lives are lived out in seasons.  Our short lived attention spans and longing for more is somewhat satiated by the change in seasons.

So on this last day of winter, I say,  bring on the spring!  May yours be filled with a spring in your step, March madness and April showers, Easter and excitement over things to come and abundant love, joy and peace!

Mitch Teemley

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