Archive for Enjoying Life
Have you ever heard the old saying, “Me thinks thou doth protest too loudly”?
It’s from Hamlet….
I guess it kinda means this: If you protest too loudly about an issue, it indicates that there is something unseen inside you that you are covering up or perhaps haven’t been truthful about.
I mused on that thought this morning. Last night I was having a discussion with my husband, Eddie, about a situation that is driving me nuts! The details of the situation are mundane, at best. Just not a big deal. Who cares anyway? But I knew that the reaction within me was saying, “There is a big deal within you. There is a reason this bothers you so much.” So I asked Eddie to give his opinion. He had told me this weekend that I was psychobabbling him so I used his terminology and said, “I give you permission to psychobabble me.” Well, perhaps I didn’t totally agree with his assessment but it was a profitable dialogue.
I would love to share the details of the situation so that you could be amused at how insignificant it seems, but the details would identify the guilty – I can’t even tell the story and change the names to protect the innocent as the old television show Dragnet’s opening narration would say: “Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.”
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Memories. Latent within them is the power to reawaken feelings of joy or feelings of great sadness. Memories are not sterile. They are linked to us in inextricable ways. They, at times, have a life of their own. Sometimes accurate and sometimes skewed by our desires or traumas or just our limited humanness.
My trip down Memory Lane began early today as I enjoyed what is my favorite part of each day. There is something about rising early while the sun is just peeping up over the horizon that I love. I feel the potential of the day. Birds are beginning to sing. The world is awakening with hope that the day will bring love and beauty and kindness.
Being raised on a farm, early rising was part of my existence. My dad would walk down the hall toward my bedroom and call out, “Let’s go get ‘em.” He’d rub his hands together as if to say, “It’s going to be a good day.” His voice spoke excitement and his love of teasing and aggravating me. Now “Let’s go get ‘em” usually meant it was time to head to the chicken house to gather eggs (the commercial kind of chicken house with thousands of chickens). I hated that work with a passion. It was nasty, smelly, and completely unpleasant. Many times I vowed I’d never, ever have chicken houses when I grew up – a vow which I’ve kept and one which helped inspire me to go to college! My dad would then give me a little kind shake while I lay under my covers and say, “Rise and shine.” Rising early was non-optional on the farm. The animals rose early and so must we. So I guess the early rising became a part of my inner code.
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Yesterday I found myself smack dab in the middle of one of those rare moments of life when I thought, “This is what it is all about. This is life lived to the fullest.” It wasn’t monumental. It wasn’t planned. It was just a moment of time where my heart felt completely alive. A simple interval of time that would be frozen in my memory as one of the best. Yet, there were no elements in that instant that the world would say could qualify it as being important. I didn’t win the lottery. I wasn’t on a trip to see the Great Smoky Mountains or the Grand Canyon or a Hawaiian sunset. There was no party in my honor. Nothing significant on the world’s Geiger counter.
It just happened.
I opened the door and entered an artisan’s shop. After glancing at some art hanging on the wall, I saw a box of artist’s prints with prose written on each one. The art was not my style at all, yet I was drawn to it. As I held one in my hand and read the prose on the print, the wind caught my heart and I felt understood. This artist, totally unknown to me, spoke of my deepest feelings and thoughts. Time stopped. I paused. I pondered. I drank deep waters. Purposefully, I relished in the moment. No rushing. I didn’t want to miss the richness of what my heart was experiencing.
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Psalms 22:26 Let your heart live forever!
If God says our hearts should live forever, what does that imply? That our hearts are not always alive?
What does it mean for your heart to live? What does it mean for your heart to die?
What does it look like when our hearts really live? Can you allow your mind to go back to the Garden and pull back the curtain on Adam and Eve?
Can you see them fully alive – living fully?
Walking and talking with God
Living uncovered – nothing to hide
Openly relating with one another and God
Speaking love and life to one another
Living in dominion over everything except one another and God
Living in pleasure
Desiring one another
Enjoying the provisions of God without greed
Living in beauty
Drinking in the sounds – the river flowing, birds singing, crickets chirping…
Feeling the breeze
Smelling the wafting fragrance of flowers
Seeing the vibrant colors of a world alive unto God
Tasting food that cause their taste buds to dance
Touching one another
Seeing the beauty of another created in the image of God and yet fully human
Hearing each other – really hearing
Being close enough to breathe in the scent that said, “Adam” “Eve”
Tasting one another
Then when sin came, their hearts began to die.
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