I have a few friends running half and full marathons. I have great admiration for them, although I secretly confess I worry about what it could do to their bodies. It might surprise some of you, I loved our PE rotation through “track.” I was a “short distance” runner… Fifty Yard Dash and Relay Race. I was pretty fast in elementary school. I hear you laughing 🙂
That was a “side bar,” Connie. I was listening to SC Chapman today… It made me smile 🙂
“We are made to run in the fields forever.”Steven Curtis Chapman
We have to stop meeting like this. The kids at school might find out. And so I gave into peer pressure. My mother had rocked me long past her ability to carry me to my bed. The comfort in that motion, and being held like that, cradled. . .well, it’s sheer magnificence.
I spent hours alone on my grandmother’s porch swing, entertaining myself with motion. The higher the better. I even learned to lay down and push it with my feet. That swing was my friend.
My cousins and I spent chunks of our days rocking on my Aunt Gay’s and Uncle Bill’s front porch. We rocked so hard and so fast, we would almost rock ourselves right off the porch. We would have to stop and pull the rocker back in place to begin again. We claimed our youth on that front porch.
I’ve invited conversation on swings and rocking chairs, that carried the motion beyond it’s limit, into God’s sacred space.
My sister Lu and I have walked the beach to find a swing put there, alone, in the sand. If we timed it right we would swing over the in-coming tide and our bare feet tickled by the salt water ruffles.
The search was extensive. I rocked in every rocking chair and glider in the city, endless practice for love to be set in this motion. Baby after baby glided into their days, nights, feedings, first books. Every glide went from moment to mile in close embrace. Miles and miles upon miles of motion into momentous love.
A nursery glider was brought home to ease transitions for our little gifts of hope. It never made it to the nursery. It stayed mommy bedside. Swaddled with love, we placed them in to move those pink bundles in rhythm with the pulse of their needs. My love kept a tired hand resting on the rail, to push at slight stirrings or grunts to move each little baby girl into the comfort of a gentle sway of dream washed slumber.
Little legs learned to pump back and forth to look into the sky and how I wanted them to fly. I pushed their little bottoms long after they needed the push, I could inch them higher with my push and the thrill of their precious smiles kept me pushing past the evening light.
The tree, it held on it’s best limb, a tree swing, a rounded wooden seat. The rope had to be replaced several times. Parties and the kids lined up in a long wait to fly through the air on the life of this tree limb. They flew so high, I might turn my head, in fear of a fall. I remember the day my husband talked me into a swing, and I agreed if it was low. I was soon begging for higher and I cherished every child’s soaked moment of delight. The day that tree had to come down, was a sad day in our family life of memories.
Motion is the thing from which life is made. Take every walk, ride, or swing and claim the rhythm as your own. God set the world in motion, let His Hand turn turn majestic into your world.
Give thanks for motion.
Petals Of Promise: Forward
It was a soft day in early Fall. An invitation comes teasingly with the fragrant whisp of wind tickles a deep, life-giving breath. I feel His presence when He brushes my hand with a gentle tug forward. An invitation by my Lord to travel even a few steps with Him drew me inside His pathway. I trailed behind Him, my bare toes almost touching the ivory train that gathered forest lingerings as He walked. There was a delicate sweet scent that linked to a memory of a secret garden where He and I played for hours as a little girl…There was this esquisite pink rosebush that was my favorite.
My Lord named that rose “Princess Victoria.” My memory pondered those talks of scared promises He made to me with the touch Victoria’s fragrance. I was brought back to our moment by flecks of color on the intimate leadings through the forest. Pink rose petals were fluttering out from underneath the trane of His robe velvet-crushed hem just for the feminine bold touch of faith. I recognized the very petals. My Lord was leading me into my tightly closed bud and the painful process to open the petals fully in the Sonlight. “Lord, the blossoming aches so deeply, I can feel it down into the dark dampness of my most delicate roots,” my cold words of fear melting in the warm cusp of His Hands. He knew as dusk fell, I could follow His promises by the fragrance to victory.
This was meant to be the forward to a book, a small collection, of prose entitled, “Petals of Promise” It was inspired by Kathy Drake and her Beloved letters from our Lord. God would give me a petal. I would do light research around a theme and write a letter of prose to my Lord. There are only four in the collection. I don’t know if I can write any more. Tobii is as laborious as it is limited!!!
“Promises” by Sanctus Real
I had the blessing of accepting a gift for two, to a local Christian concert.Bucky and I were delighted beyond lyrics!!! Here are a few pictures we took and a text I sent my children.
“I got kissed by the lead singer, Joel in For King and Country, “Beautiful Lady”. Joel whispered to me, “beautiful lady” I felt nothing but resembled beauty, but it is a reminder of the reflection of Christ in me. (tears)
I will never wash my right cheek again!! I will share my right cheek with you 🙂
If you ever get opportunity to see King and Country, don’t miss it!!
The two sons, Joel and Luke, endearing Australian accents.
You know how when young men go into battle, they raise their arms with the battle cry, For King and Country? That is how they came up with name! How cool is that?
Never seen that kind of God energy brought into audience. I feel the reality of His Kingdom most significantly at a Christian concert. The music, lyrics, energy of The Holy Spirit bring heaven to earth for me. I feel so blessed.
Your dad looked up their Mantra. It follows:
“The power of music can impact our mood, emotions, our day. But when you merge the strength of music with the heart, hope and passion of the Gospel… it has the ultimate power not only to change someone’s day, but to impact them for eternity. This is why we write music and sing songs – we hope that people will be moved, encouraged and stirred to live a life for Someone greater than themselves.” King and Country
There is a secret that came after that kiss that sealed the anointing, but you will have to wait till the last chapter of my book, if I ever get it published. If there is one lesson I have learned in this place, things are not as they appear. I am not as I appear. I am firey, full of wonder and so ready for the best of life!!!I have to say the thing I was going to leave unsaid. In desperate situations, we want to call OUT a whole legion to battle for us!!! I think about the movie, Prince Caspian, in the epic battle scene. We want/we need to their is an army fighting for our victory. No matter the current circumstances, we feel too small, too ill-equipped for our fight. We may not like how “things” look for us. But don’t fall for the seen!!! The heavenlies are duking it out for you. Rest assured victory is only the way!!! I am working my faith to accept God definition of victory.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14
What follows is a YouTube of one of our favorite songs and it happens to be Sean’s wake up ringtone!
(Sean, does it really wake YOU?)
Dedicate to Sean