Saturday, November 16, 2013

Faith's Autumn Dance

My sister, Faith, writes about autumn in a poignant sort of way. 


Autumn Dance
Heavy gray skies hang over head
While wild winds blow the crisp leaves
Into a frenzy making them
Leap and dance across the yard
Trash cans tumble noisily by while
Wisps of paper and other debris
Whip by in a hurry to meet its destination,
The air cools and the breezes become
More insistent; tugging branches
To and fro in a long-awaited autumn dance
There are a few red and golden leaves left, but soon
 The trees will shed their beauty and become skeletal
In their appearance-the heavy gray of the skies will turn
Cadaverous and the earth will sleep.
~Faith Stobbs

Autumn -- the herald of winter--- , and when the trees smugly discard their glory ....the backdrop of beauty takes a vertical plunge....No, autumn, though it is a beautiful send off, sometimes teases and needles me about this "cadaverous sleep" a-coming.  And when I am left there again-- dumbly gazing up at "skeletal trees", don't I believe, after all..............in spring?


But today, "Oh my goodness",..today I dread nothing at all-- All caught up in the brilliant, vibrant color --  this autumnal scene is playing out like some kind of supernova whose glorious finale is about to explode; this magnificent crescendo happening all around us in our little valley. 


I want to hang around in this "glory" and not peer through the golden leaves, and shiver at  what  could be just beyond my view.......could it be winter again??  

But, to see my winters as the time when life is rejuvenating just below the surface, this would be sweet---and not a time of death, nor something to dread.  In  HIS gentle kingdom there is nothing to dread at all.

Mistrust is quite wintery to me-- it's as if  the peace that I enjoy just peels away and I and my unbelief sit exposed.  And how silly, when our Father can always be trusted.



But, it seems like a Kingly grace and kindness that sets any trial, any set back, and momentary lapse of trust , or winter of heart always between an autumn and spring. 






 I hear that faith trusts the view beyond to Him who loves us best. It reconciles our blindness and shortsightedness to Him who can see to eternity and back.  I hear that faith never forgets about spring, where refreshing awaits with endless streams for the thirsty.




 20 Early on Sunday morning,[a] while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance......................and "spring" came again.
























Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Fishing Boy

There was a boy on the news a year ago, but I found the segment this week....a small boy who was about my Jack's age.   He loves to fish just like my Jack and Elijah.  The segment showed this angel fishing with a park ranger on an Arkansas creek bank; the reporter narrating glimpses into his heart and some of his life. They said he was an orphan and he said he wanted a family.  They said he has no recollection of his parents and  he said, wearily, in his "11 year old way", that he had been moved from house to house his whole life. 

I thought about the fishing boy again and again through the week, remembering how he stood in the woods on the bank of the fishing hole and how he said the water was beautiful.  He caught 8 trout that day  and at one point, he draws into the camera and makes a silly face raising his brows again and again and then looks away.  

Remembering him now, it feels as if he was looking into the camera to see what he may have never seen before...  Peering into the lense right back at us to see if he could find what Jack and Elijah see every time they go fishing.  They see me.

And I have learned that fishing is not only about bringing in lunch, though that is a great joy.  Fishing is also about  a boy looking up to see if someone is looking back at him.    And when he brings in the big or tiny one, it's about someone falling out of their seat in amazement at how incredible he is.  It's the time to tell him that no one is like him in all of the earth.  That he is fearfully and wonderfully  made.

I asked about the boy and found that he no longer wanted to be adopted.  I wonder if his  heart couldn't bear the waiting and wondering, or the rejection of no one coming to take him fishing or take him "home".  The lady said to me in a questioning voice, "But we have a little 7 year old boy, if you are interested."  

And Jesus says that He will not leave US as orphans. (John 14:18) He will come to us and take. us. fishing.  Do we look up from the bank to soak in his gaze and feel that we can catch the big one today?  Do we look to see?


Friday, November 1, 2013

How is The View?

My little room;  I sleep there, read there, think and have deep conversations there,  and sometimes leaping epiphanies.   Three windows give me a view of the field, the next farm, a little pond out back,  and a little mountain beyond.  Gosh, the windows were dirty this morning.  Webs had been weaved around about and dust had blown up from some previous storms and blurred my lovely view.  It's been that way for a while, until, I washed them all off.  How sweet to see out so clearly now!


                                            How sweet to see clearly.



 And the apostle Paul prayed for the Ephesians in his day like this:  I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.  Ephesians 1:18.  I so want to see this clearly.

12 For now we see in a mirror [a]dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12