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A letter to my daughter:

My sweet Anna,

Today you made me laugh and pause for some serious consideration. I had forgotten a big piece of unwrapped Easter chocolate candy on the counter. While I was busy elsewhere, you climbed a chair and snuck a big chunk of the tasty little bunny. I noticed that you ran to the restroom and that you seemed to be hanging out in there for a while, but I thought it was for legitimate reasons. A few minutes later you came out with your mouth full and looking a tinge guilty. When I noticed your chipmunk cheeks I realized what you had done. I debated putting you in time-out or giving you a swat for sneaking the candy and I know I should have. Hmm…mommy-guilt, because I had snuck the candy, too…hence the reason it was sitting out. Well, I made a quick decision and instead told you that you wouldn’t get your nap-time chocolate milk that I had earlier said you could have. Thinking fast you stuck your fingers in your mouth and dug out as much of the candy as you could, spitting everything out on the floor. I now had a nasty and distinctive looking mess to clean up. Within seconds you said, “I have chocolate milk.” It made me laugh and I couldn’t be mad at you. I gave you the milk, and again, I shouldn’t have. One of many moments of weakness I let slip out. You must learn in life to be content with the things you have already been given. I pray that you will learn to be content with things you already have and will not waste precious life moments desiring a replacement for something completely perfect that you already possess.

This letter leads me to consider what of life’s chocolates I am carelessly “spitting out” because I desire something different, not neccesarily better.  What is your chocolate? And should you re-consider whether what you are desiring is actually better…will make you happier…finally fulfill you? Or is there a way for you to  find satisfaction and contentment with what you have already been given?

.Philippians 4:11-13 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.

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Beetle Bugs

To my two-year old: Anna, you had me in stitches this morning. This week you have had an unprecedented fear of the little beetles that  soak up warmth from the outside light that is sometimes left on. I have tried to calm you by assuring you they are “nice bugs” and won’t hurt you like wasps or spiders. I’ve also tried to sweep them off the porch as soon you, my quick little bug detecter, spy them.  This morning there was an extra bountiful supply of the creepy critters on the side porch and after you spotted them you ran around the house, through the front door, all the while loudly exclaiming, “Mommy, mommy, bugs!” I decided that I was determined to show you that these bugs were of the innocent variety and could actually be fun to study as they wriggle around in your hand. I took you back to the porch and gently picked one up. You watched from behind me as its spiky legs pushed and scratched at my hand. I asked if you wanted to hold it and your repsonse was something like, “I be back.” You disapeared into the house as I swept the remaining bugs from the porch. As I finished and came back inside, there you were with one of your funny Tinkerbell socks on your hand and holding a striped one in the other. You affirmed that these were your “gubs (gloves)” and that they were to be used for bug exploration (except maybe not in those exact words). As we proceeded out the door, you stopped and ran to the silverware drawer to grab a spoon! So, you were my little scientist. Your hands were sock-protected and you had a spoon for cautious bug observation. You did hold the bug in your spoon and loved it! I took a picture of your delighted face and marveled at your creative thinking. You faced your fear in an imaginative way and I love you for it. I love, love you, my little sweetheart!

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Psalms 46

Psalm 46[a]

    For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to alamoth.[b] A song.

 1 God is our refuge and strength,
   an ever-present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
   and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
3 though its waters roar and foam
   and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

 4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
   the holy place where the Most High dwells.
5 God is within her, she will not fall;
   God will help her at break of day.
6 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
   he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

 7 The LORD Almighty is with us;
   the God of Jacob is our fortress.

 8 Come and see what the LORD has done,
   the desolations he has brought on the earth.
9 He makes wars cease
   to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
   he burns the shields[d] with fire.
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.”

 11 The LORD Almighty is with us;
   the God of Jacob is our fortress.

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Thread

The thread of a day reaches an end, severed.

The wetness dry, as it slips, final, from its needle’s eye.

How did the thread pattern the hours of this day?

Did vainly woven seconds vanish, a gift to the wind;

Minutes bound in waste, nothing created, only a frayed end?

 

Nothing unravels. Time is stitched and permanent.

Dawn births thread. This day, dew-wet and raw.

Thread it unveiled. Spit from soul and hand,

An applique sewn, colors seeping, fused with the Christ-image.

Spin grace, reflectant also of joy, full of toil. 

 

 

 

 

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Morbid, I know, but I would love this excerpt from the poem as an epitaph. I think there is so much truth in it.

“He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” -Rime of the Ancient Mariner

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Villette

I am deeply entrenched in 18th century romance in Charlotte Bronte’s novel, “Villette.” Even as a modern woman, I am easily able to identify with her character, Lucy Snowe. She is imperfect, content to live without challenge, yet willing to overcome circumstances that the reader often fears will drown her with there monstrosity. Although this book spends much of its time unopened on my nightstand, my mind travels to “Villette” often and I can’t wait for those rare, but sought after, moments that I get to spend navigating the trials of life with dear Lucy.

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