Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Just as I am

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955

It's 7pm (ish) and I sit outside at a small table on my mother's backyard deck.

Blue sky and fluffy white clouds are overhead. (Which I love.)

Several seaplanes fly above me with seemingly extra loud engines.

Crows with their annoying "caw" fly from tree to tree.

My mom is lying inside following surgery, confined to her bed. (Which I hate.)

I have comforting vanilla coffee sitting next to me .... steaming so warmly.

My camera sits next to me "just in case" a hummingbird decides to make another appearance.

A half hour ago I was ripping angrily at the dead blossoms on my mom's plants when it dawned on me (yeah, I know - a pun) that I was mad because I can't seem to DO all the things that I think I should do.

So many people in this world are hurting, sick, dying, oppressed, abused, scared, overwhelmed, broke, lost, struggling, running to save their very lives with nothing but the clothes on their backs, etc. and I'm ticked off about all of it because I want it all to STOP.

I want there to be PEACE. I want no more pain, no more cruelty and no more war. 

I wish I could be like a superhero and fly to each and every person and be the rescue that they need.  

I want to do more for my Mom.

I want to do more for friends, neighbors, relatives and strangers.

But, I can't.  So, I sit here feeling the injustice for those I can't help with anger right behind it.

I kick myself in the rear because I can't keep up and "do" like those I admire..... like those who HAVE to...... in the way I WANT to.

A bit ago a little voice inside my soul spoke up and said, "Maybe God didn't create you to be a replica of the proverbial "Energizer Bunny."  Maybe He made you to be, well, YOU.... in this form, in this way, with what you call imperfections."




God made me in His image with human imperfections.

And, because He made me He already knows every single thing about me.

And, even with knowing every thing about me down to the most intimate detail, He gives me the daily gift of His mercies, His grace, His joy and His forgiveness. 

The above statement reminds me that because God is God I can rest knowing He is with every single person in this world no matter what their circumstances are.

I know that.

Truly, I believe it with all my heart.

I also know that He is more than capable of caring for His children better than I ever could.  

So, as I watch the sky deepen into its night-time hue, I will hit publish with a "selfie" from this morning.

Yep, that's me, bed-head and all.... sitting in the same spot I am now.... celebrating "World Photography Day" and the way God made me - just as I am - and leave the world in His amazing hands.

PS:  The selfie bed-head is hard to see in detail on purpose.  Ha!

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Sweet Pink Peace

We seek peace, knowing that peace is the climate of freedom. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

The events of the day have gotten to me.

Health issues of family and self.

World issues of poverty, terrorism, genocide, hunger, war, suicide and the list goes on.

Weather issues near and far of too much heat, too much rain, not enough rain, mud slides and more.

The world is spinning and I want to get off.  I feel deeply for these people.  My heart cries for them and I pray for them.

I crave peace.  In fact, Dear Lord, please let Your abundant peace rain down over me.  

I turn to clicking in searching to get my need for peace met.  For in doing so, I find Christ in the garden as I click with my camera.  I see Him in my vision as I click on my keyboard and blurt out words of calamity to just get the stress "out."

I stare at this mini rose from a dear, sweet man many years ago.  It's portrait takes me back in time to a place of peaceful safety filled with rosy pinkness.

And, now I can rest having given my cares to God and pouring my stress out via my keyboard.

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