Of Dried Roses And Dancing Waves
My birthday was weeks ago now. Seems like years, in some ways… I still have a lovely bouquet of roses that I was given. They dried beautifully – even kept a bit of their colour.
Today, I am still recovering from some surgical procedures from last week that didn’t quite go the way they were planned. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I had to be woken up, and still need to go back at some point to get things done again.
I feel almost like the roses.
Dry. Past their best. A bit more fragile than they were.
Still functioning to create beauty, though.
After I was woken up, they tried to explain some of what had happened. As far as I understand, any future anaesthetic could be dangerous for me, and I need to warn medical staff if it’s needed at a later date. Also – I still have the original issues that prompted the whole thing…
I think that all this isn’t likely to affect my daily life, but sometimes I still feel the fear of possibilities. I pray to, and trust, God to hold my life, and to do what’s best. There’s still those moments, though, when I am alone in the darkest hours, and the bottom drops out of hope and light.
Just for a second.
In the last week or so, this has been the song I’ve been listening to –
There’s always room for dancing, however high the waves.
And remembering Who I have to fall back on…
Gazing Into The Eyes Of Love
I don’t know where you are right now.
How you’re feeling.
What’s going on around you.
So many sadnesses around this world…
I just want to remind you that someone loves you.
…and there’s always a cup of tea waiting here.
❤
Waking Up To Dance
Why does it already feel like it’s halfway through the year?
Started a proper exercise regime today, rather than the bits and pieces I’ve been doing so far. There’s still scope to improve, of course, but I got down to the pool this morning, for the first time this year. Cooled down on this hot, muggy day. Rescued some dragonflies. Brought home some frangipanis.
I’ve been doing my prescribed exercise, but it occurs to me that freeform dance can be a good fill-in, do-anywhere type of movement. In my head, there’s still time to learn to become as graceful as a ballerina. My body tends to disagree… still, dancing doesn’t have to look good – just be…done!
Last year was spent “doing” stuff – there were time limits and schedules. Very enjoyable, but I didn’t quite get to do all the things I wanted to do to feel ready for this year…
Time to concentrate on the important stuff – to ask God each morning what today is doing.
And then –
Dance! 😀
Best Foot Forward
…walking straight ahead,
In this year, when our routines will change, I thought it might be a good idea to sing about what heals my heart ❤
…and here’s one for all the sadnesses of the past year.
Contemplating The Inconceivable
This is one of my favourite Christmas songs.
I’ve loved it since I first heard it many years ago.
Lately I’ve noticed that it gets some criticism, which I don’t believe is warranted – accusations that it treats Mary as ignorant, or that the writers must have never read the Bible…
Let’s face it – of course she knew!
She was told of what was to come by an angel; that word was confirmed by Elizabeth. She was inspired to sing a prophetic song of what God was doing, and then received further prophecy from Simeon and Anna!
Mary was far from ignorant, and she thought deeply.
If the intent of the song were to mock Mary for her perceived ignorance, then I could understand the criticisms. I have never heard it that way. To me, it seems like someone in awe of the unfolding magnificence of the story, asking Mary how it was possible to conceive of such a truth. It invites us to really enter the story, and marvel. There’s a line that says, “When you kiss your little baby, you kiss the face of God”…and – I just don’t know what to do with that! Every time I hear it, it feels new and amazing – God in flesh, helpless and vulnerable, in the arms of a young first time mother. Surrounded by animals and shepherds, tired and hungry and probably a bit bewildered.
All for us.
A song not born from a lack of Bible reading.
Just a writer (and listener) struggling to really take in all of the good news!
1000 Fields of Roses 