Sometimes I’m so excited to get back to my work that I forget to enjoy the French toast and blueberries and warm maple syrup. And butter. At breakfast.
Sometimes I race through the raindrops so I don’t get wet and miss the best pictures of spring unfolding.
And other times, time feels heavy, my thoughts so weighted, they turn to sludge and there is nothing worth slowing down for.
Then I can only hope to move through those days until beauty lights my eyes and heart once more.
It’s been so long since I’ve written to you. I’ve been revising and editing and working on “administrative writing tasks” you might say.
And if truth be told, I started questioning all these blogs I’ve written over the past decade, wondering why I didn’t spend more time revising and editing. I started questioning everything. But have you noticed?
The irises are everywhere!
Sometimes when the Spirit moves you to write, nothing else matters. No rewrite will measure up to the beauty that passes through you in those moments when you are in the flow.
The irises, these dancing ladies, just pop up in our little garden without any help from me.
I regretted not slipping my phone into my back jeans pocket on our walk one day this past week. I missed capturing photos of the deep dark purple ensemble flowing in unison wearing colors that matched the midnight sky on a moonlit night.
And I missed the light delicate peach dresses of the corps de ballet lined up in front of the lighthouse, but I did get these and they reminded me of a beautiful story about dancers.
Dance and beauty are inseparable just as so much of life is. In most of the worst of the worst of conflicts, beauty outshines the mis-steps.
When everything seems dark and falling apart there is the scent of rose petals floating in the air to you, the bleeding hearts hanging beauty on your grief, the spines of pine cones there to remind you of the strength in your own.
And there are still the buttercups, maybe in your own backyard. Such abundance. One noble little yellow fellow would do, his face reflecting all of heaven within it just for you.
Do we need more of a reminder that God sees us so differently than we see ourselves?
Well done, Deborah! You’ve captured the fragility of being human, set against the backdrop of an inescapably awesome God.
My favorite part: “Dance and beauty are inseparable just as so much of life is. In most of the worst of the worst of conflicts, beauty outshines the mis-steps.”
Yes, life has its ups and downs, as does my viewpoint of it, but God remains wholly unchanged. As the old hymn says, “Immortal, invisible, God only wise.”
You got me to preaching, sister!
Blessings to you, Todd, and family. It’s great to see you post again!
Nice to hear from you again, Deb! Keep up the good work.
I enjoyed reading your post. Thank you, Deborah.
Beautiful!
I will share this one.
I missed your posts.
Thank you Deb. I was also wondering where you had gone. Breaks are a necessary allowance. Welcome back.
Lovely! “Sometimes when the Spirit moves you to write, nothing else matters.” 🤍💜
I shared a lovely comment, that must have gone to your SPAM folder.
Hi David! I found it it. For some reason comments sometimes go into pending status.. I don’t use the “pending” feature. So I don’t understand why. But I got your wonderful message. Thanks for double checking. It’s SO good to hear from you and connect! Sending a big hug.
Deb
David, I love your preaching! Don’t ever stop!
Blessings back to you and your family. (You’re so good with names.) 😃 it’s good to be back!
Love the noticed beauty Deb. It is hard to notice beauty intentionally when it’s not screaming for attention as so many unimportant things do. The tyranny of listening to the overcompensations of the unimportant while bypassing the glorious, basking in beautiful-totally fulfilled silence.
Ah, lovely and lovely. 🌹
Yes, writing in the flow, drifting along and we become the dance! Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Thanks, Larry! Nice to hear from you too!!
Thank you so much, Don! That means a lot!
Thank you so much, Piano Girl! 💛🌻
Oh, and how guilty I am of that too often. Funny how the way the water ripples over the stones in the stream always reminds me of you…
Thanks, Gary.
Thank you.🌹🌷
Thank you for reading, Jayme and for sharing yours. ❤️
Deb
Gary, I’m going to use this quote to respond to someone’s comment on FB. It’s so beautiful!
“The tyranny of listening to the overcompensations of the unimportant while bypassing the glorious, basking in beautiful-totally fulfilled silence”
You’re welcome!
So sorry for my late response of appreciation to your kind comment. Somehow I missed it.