The Last Kiss of Spring

Wednesday, May 26, 2021


        Spring is a time of rebirth and growth.  The season awakens and breathes the fresh scent of petrichor as the rain wipes the air clean.  Water droplets nourish the roots of flowers breaking from their buds as they begin to bloom.  Green begins to fill bare branches and vast fields. The early morning dew glistens on the budding foliage.  Nuanced aromas gently rise and sprits its floral perfume in the air. 

 

        Spring is a time for picnics and pretty dresses on a Sunday afternoon, accompanied by soft smiles and subsequent laughter.  Exploring new places and creating memories on spontaneous adventures.  To lay in a field of lavender and stare up at the celestial blue, creating dreamscapes in your mind.  A time for curiosity to flourish. To wander and chase fluttering pieces of poetry.  

 

        There was a little girl who loved spring. A spirited child with dreams too big to lose.  Her eyes were aglow with curiosity and wander.  She spent her days reading too many books, picking wildflowers and hiking many old trails with her wild bunch of siblings in tow.     

 

        This little girl is inherently a dreamer.  It was something infused in her by her father and her mother.  Two adventurous souls turned one in a journey of seeking love and truth and living life to its fullest.  Truly, her parents were her biggest inspirations.  She always stood in such awe of the way they carried themselves, with such confidence and determination.  She saw dreams grow big in each of their eyes, but witnessed also how they came together as a team to make their dreams become a reality.  

 

        She was raised in a home of eager explorers, explorers of the mundane and the profound.  Adventure, exploring, wandering– whichever you wish to call it – made up her blood and bones. 

 

        But it was the springtime that filled her with the strongest sense of action.  The urgency to step into the unknown despite the many fears or failures lurking in the shadows.  Perhaps it was the way the season captured the essence of blooming, of becoming. The way it illustrates a tale told of beauty and growth.  It pushes her to spread her wings and take flight towards the skies of courage and perseverance.       

 

        She lay in the field of wildflowers and closes her eyes and suddenly she is dancing in the ballroom of her castle in the sky. 


        It is late in the night as a young woman, wide awake with excitement shining in her eyes finds herself in deep discussion with people full of just as much passion and energy as she. People eager to make a difference, figuring out ways to plant seeds of truth in their community.  Tears prick her eyes as she feels the presence of the Holy Spirit fill her and shivers find their way up her spine as she is constantly reminded to “be the one.”            

 

        In another instance it is early morning as she sits in front of an open window, the sun seeping in and the curtains billowing in the wind as the breeze shuffles through.  She wears a white night dress, a little baby with a little round face half hers and half the one she loves, laying in its bassinet next to her.  She sits still, a pen in her hand and a journal set before her- and she writes.   

 

        She was back in the field, the clear blue sky staring back down at her.  A smile crossed her lips as she felt the wind prick her skin.  A storm was brewing so she heard, but that’s not what she felt.  It was adventure on the current of the wind and passion flowed through her like a rushing river.  She didn’t want to become a slave to fear of the unknown, but rather embrace further exploration of who she is and who she was meant to be.  What did she have to lose?  She’d traveled many dirt roads before, crossed many restless seas, but within her lay an urgency to explore further still.  To chase her dreams and passions and embrace the turmoil as it comes, but yet gain the reward of an awesome adventure.  


        The last kiss of spring touched her lips, and whispered, “step into the unknown.” 


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The Tapestry of God

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

    


            We are all stories.  Every one of us is going through a journey, in the hopes that we may find a way to conquer our fears and discover the truth and live out the truth.  Each story is a vital thread in the tapestry God is weaving together.  Through the steps of weaving a tapestry are the steps we take through life.   

  

            Oftentimes it is easy to feel the need to be in control.  Wanting to know when it will happen and how it will happen.  Things take place that we weren’t expecting and it’s in those times we feel the need to take charge.  It gives us a sense of security.  But it is not possible to control everything and we will never know everything that is going to happen and when it will happen and how. 


            It’s not always easy to see the valuable lesson being taught at a certain point in our lives. However, later as we reflect on past experiences and moments that helped shape the person we are today we can see the faithfulness of God.  Looking back we can often see the beauty of what we went through.  It’s a matter of trusting God and His plan for our lives. 


            Imagine the back of a massive tapestry in front of you.  All of these random strands of twisted colorful fibers thrown together hanging there and not making any sense.  But then you turn it around and you see a beautiful picture.  This beautiful woven piece of art with all of its threads and colors and pieces put together and it is complete.  This is what it is like when we are all woven together into each other’s lives, intentionally as God’s will is carried forward.  This complete tapestry of all these threads is woven together for a purpose so much bigger than all of those mismatched threads just hanging there, as seen on the other side. 


            Within all of those threads lies your thread, your story.  Woven into the mix of community, serving a purpose so much greater than you could imagine.  As much as we may wish to know, or try to contemplate and discover on our own- only God knows what the tapestry will look like when it is finished or what it truly looks like on the other side. He is the one behind the loom, we never were.   


            How can we know the ways of God?  One minute sooner, or one minute later- everything could be so different.  There are some things we just are not meant to know.  While it is natural to want to look ahead, we risk missing what God needs us to see in this time.  Time is never meaningless for Him and if we try to get ahead we may miss out on learning the very lessons that will so benefit us in the time to come. He is not ignoring us when time seems to have come to a halt, but rather keeping us in the present so we may equip ourselves for the things to come.    

 

            I love how God is always working.  He weaves together different times, places, people and moments to form our lives.  You might not even know that your thread is weaving into someone else’s.  It could be intentional on your part, or unintentional.  When we give ourselves over to God and let Him take charge, everything will come together in His perfect ways, His perfect timing and for His purpose.  Even when we don’t see it or don’t feel it, God is always engaged in our lives.  He makes the way for us.  He does things we would never think possible.  He is a strong tower, constant and fortified, ready and willing to equip us.  He can never fail us.  That is the beauty of the tapestry of God.      


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Fear

Thursday, October 29, 2020

 


         Fear.  It creeps up on us, seeping into our flesh and planting roots in our ribcage, its weeds inundate our bones. It lets lose its vines around our throat and tightens its grasp until we can no longer breathe.  It is a controlling monster that lurks deep inside of us, eager to overtake our being.    

 

Fear is a game your mind plays, offering different levels of difficulty.  At each level lay an obstacle that stands in the way of progress.  We are often afraid of moving onto the next level because we do not want to cross the obstacle that stands in our way.     

 

Fear is a perspective.  When our mind is in fear mode we don’t want to move further because we are scared that we could fail or get hurt.   

 

Fear is a liar, and if we let fear take control we are really just distrusting in the goodness of God.  Becoming slaves to fear is so much worse than acquiring a few scars from falls taken along the way.  When we let fear take control, we will look back at our lives with regret for all the times we could have and should have done something but we didn’t.  We will never learn the valuable lessons that come with pushing past our apprehensiveness and we most definitely will lose out on learning who we are and what we are capable of.  There comes a tipping point when inaction is even more painful then action, even if the action itself is extremely painful or scary.         

 

Sometimes God may call you to go out of your comfort zone, and you might wonder why God is choosing you for a certain task. You might think you’re not the right person or capable of fulfilling what God is calling you to do.  But here’s the thing, God doesn’t always use the people we think are the most fit for the job.  Look at King David.  He was the youngest of his brothers, the little shepherd boy, not the strongest or the smartest. But God had other plans and was using that time to bring David closer to Him and refine him, even when everyone else thought what he was doing wasn't very important.  To God he was a king.  In the process of preparing David, God pushed him past his apprehensiveness.  He fought a lion and a bear, protecting his sheep.  He killed Goliath with a sling and a stone.  No one thought he was capable of doing such things.  It is through our weaknesses that God’s power is made perfect. 

 

We’re not always going to be fully equipped or ready to do every hard thing that comes our way, but that doesn’t mean we just ignore it and not do it.  When you start to feel fear creeping in on you when you are torn between taking the easy way out or persevere to do what is right: don’t focus on being strong, focus on obeying God- even if you are afraid.  Because all effort, even failed effort, produces growth.           

 

“For though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again, but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes” (Proverbs 24:16).  We need to ask the Lord to help us be as the righteous, not backing down when we fail but eager to try again and again to do what is right because we know that is what brings glory to God. 

 

Do the thing you think you cannot do.  Because until then, you will never be able to experience the growth, confidence and courage you will assuredly attain when you stop to look fear in the face and take action.  We don’t gain strength by doing what we know we can do or limiting ourselves to stay in our comfort zone.  We become strong when we overcome that which we once thought we could not.      

 

It is easy to let fear take the lead because it is just a reaction.  It can be hard to push past our fears because we have to choose to be courageous. But get this: “Have I not commanded you?  Be strong and courageous.  Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go” (Joshua 1:9).  “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and a sound mind” (2 Timothy 1:7).    

 

Even Paul when talking to the Ephesians, asked for help with fear saying, “Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel” (Ephesians 6:19).  Paul would not have asked for prayer to be fearless unless he himself was struggling with fear.  But he did not want fear to cripple him, stopping him from doing the work he knew the Lord wanted him to do.    

 

Embark upon a God given journey that has been perfectly planned out just for you by an omnipotent, omniscient God.  Don’t let fear be a stumbling block for you in being who God has called you to be.  Cut your vines and upheave the roots from your ribcage.  Loosen its grasp from your throat, and experience the renewal of respiration as the breath is restored to your lungs.  Adventure is calling.                 

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Soft summer

Sunday, August 30, 2020


It was an August night.  Most of the summer gone, and the new autumn still waiting to be born.  The dripping cotton candy sky hangs on the horizon, stretching its embellished hue to last just a little while longer.           

They sat in the car pulled over on the road, throwbacks pouring out from the speakers, a sense of nostalgia flooding the moment.  The boy’s dark eyes shone as he watched the sun continue to set, the colors in the sky blending into one.  The girl watched too, her mind in deep thought.          

She closed her eyes.  What is it like to feel summer?  His question lingered in her mind.  She thought of the exuding grapefruit skies that watched over gently crashing waves.  Soft sunrays that caressed her face before the sun went to sleep.  Her clothes smelled of bonfire.  A mild embrace of warm wind that would sweep through her honey glazed hair and her lightly floating sundress.  Laughter, happiness.  Laying on the grass, under the shade of a cherry tree, a good book in hand.  Cool water refreshing her body.  Her gentle fingers running through the wind on a long drive home.  Gazing up at the night sky searching for endless constellations.  Fresh fruit and ice cream.  Sand between her toes, salty air filling her lungs.  The warmth of the sun on her skin, like a much needed hug.  A sigh of relief.  A fresh start. 

She opened her eyes because she knew.      

“Soft,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.  She smiled.  “Summer is soft.”         
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Why I love America

Thursday, August 27, 2020


The year is 1787.  A crisp autumn breeze sweeps through the Scottish hills.  Not a star lay in the sky, and the night is pitch black.  Marion McLeamont raises the flickering candle over each of her sibling’s faces, taking in all of their features.  She turns to her mother, the light of the candle highlights the crevices by her eyes revealing the many smiles she’s worn through the years.  She looks down to see the calluses in her father’s hands from working in the fields.  Then she looks into his eyes.  Deep, dark eyes full of hope.  Then she grabs her lover’s hand, and turns to the ship - away from all she ever knew.              

The above story is not an unusual story, but rather a story similar to the sacrifice many first generation Americans made.  This is just a glimpse of my heritage, but I am sure many Americans would not have to look very far to find the sacrifices their ancestors made in pursuit of the American dream. 

America did not start out as a country.  It started out as an idea.  A dream.  Our founding fathers had the passion and drive to make that dream a reality.  When they signed the Declaration, a bounty was put on their head, they were acutely aware of what they were giving up for the sake of liberty.  “O beautiful for patriot dream that see beyond the years…” The words in America the Beautiful describe them quite well. Their vision was so much more than just the here and now.  They were laying a foundation of freedom for the future generations to come.  Without this courageous era of men and women we would not get to experience the opportunity and prosperity America has to offer.

Many people came to America with nothing and fled persecution of religion, social class and thought.  But despite what they lacked, and the set backs they surely went through, they worked hard, they were passionate and determined to get the job done.  They created families and passed on to their children and their children’s children the idea that it doesn’t matter where you come from, how much money you make or what your last name is, you can be whatever you want to be no matter your background.  It is not about leveling the playing field, it is about being free to become whoever God intends you to be and pursuing the right to a better life.      

I have ancestors who have been fighting for the freedom of this beautiful country since the time of America’s birth.  From the Revolutionary war, to the Civil war, to the World Wars, the Korean war and the Vietnam War, and in all branches of the military.   They were willing to sacrifice all that they had because they cherished freedom.  They valued the unlimited possibilities America offered them so much that they risked their lives so that others could experience its freedoms as well.  It is without a doubt that there is no other nation on this earth that has fought harder or sacrificed more to fight for the self-respect and freedom of man than that of America.                   

“O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!“

                  Why do I love America?  Because America is a beacon of light to the rest of the world.  We were brought together clinging to the truth that “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”  The history of America is rich.  Yes, we have fought in many wars, even a war amongst ourselves.  There have been ugly times.  However, we have overcome.  We seek to do what is right and pursue the one thing every fellow American has in common – the desire to be free.   

We have been given a great inheritance, bought with the blood and tears of those who have gone before us.  Now is the time, we as fellow Americans must not let the sacrifice of our ancestors die in vain, and pursue freedom until our final breath.  
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I wrote this for a competition through the Epoch Times.  Looking around at our country today, the very idea of America is at stake.  It’s important for people to realize what makes America so beautiful and why it is worth taking a stand for.  I hope this writing of mine reminded you of the value and dignity America has so beautifully portrayed for many years, and I pray, for many more years to come. 
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freedom

Friday, July 24, 2020


free·dom
/ˈfri:dəm/

noun

1. there is no elixir like returning to the endless sea which meets the extensive horizon.

2. the salted waves lick my legs and the sun kisses my skin.  how can we know the shipwrecked lullabies of those who went before us?  did they feel pain the way we sometimes feel it, when our chains drag us down?  those chains of bondage and despair.  perhaps they made it to this place- this place of rebirth and vibrant life, where they can find a joy so bold it can never be taken away from them. 

3. however we get there, I’m willing to try. to reach the untamable expanse of opportunity.  to reach the feeling of being fully alive.  the place we go to be healed, to be made new.  where our chains may sever and evanesce. 

4. how can we know the heart of the Creator who brought this feeling to reality?  it’s in His love this place is found. it’s in His arms we go to experience this feeling, so rapid with life.

5. it is here my Savior breaks my chains.  it is here my soul finds rest.
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the start of something new

Monday, June 8, 2020


Shuffling through the pages, its cover worn and signs of clearly been flipped through before.  A book of memories still etched in a girl’s brain.  A book of mistakes made and lessons learned.  Tales told of the beauty of growth and how shyness blossoms into confidence just as a flower blooms.  Discovering the crevices and learning to love the small things.  A grand adventure, not because it’s a story of brave knights and heroic courage- but a story of unveiling the ordinary, to find it is not so ordinary after all.

A life that has been made up of countless memories.  A little girl, her attention snagged by the sight of a butterfly flitting her way.  Playing dress up and drinking tea on a picnic blanket spread across the field surrounded by flowers grown wild.  She lays there, entire dreamscapes unwinding, taking flight in her mind. She runs through the trees, eagerly embracing the feeling of adventure that wraps her bones and floods her soul, as she experiences the authenticity of the beauty that surrounds her.  Air tinted with the scent of adventure fills her lungs and nostrils, and tangled forests and exuberant treasures lay hidden within her frame.  A little girl, made in love, her heart pumps joy faster than her blood can keep up.  

As she grows, she meets new people and explores new places and ideas.  She learns that life is not always easy and at times hard things are demanded of her.  There are vile things in the world she lives in but she must learn to resist conforming to what is not meant for her.  It is inevitable to escape corruption, but she hangs on to the knowledge of a man whose death conquered all evil and freed her from fears that threatened to trap her in a cage.       

Undoubtedly, she makes mistakes.  She falters often, not always saying the right things, or doing what she knows is right and true. But you cannot watch a flower bloom.  Growth is a process and assuredly our desire to develop and improve does not result in perfect execution.  But it is through those mistakes she learns to flourish.  She learns humility and kindness and her timid nature sprouts wings, expanding towards the horizons of confidence and determination.  And yet despite all of the knowledge and skills she has acquired, she still has so much more to learn. 

Why her Creator yearns for her to effloresce, He does not allow her to do it on her own.  When the skies are at peace or when the rain takes over, He protects her from the storms.  While at times it is tempting, she’s learning not to depend on her own heart, but trust in the one who will never fail, or ever leave her.   

Her life is a story, spelt out on every line.  All of the things she took for granted, the details, and little everyday things, have proven to play a bigger role in her life than she’d ever imagined.  All the little moments gone unnoticed, the small details hidden within the fissures.  Learning to see the beauty and experience the joy in the little things so often overlooked.  What a pleasure it is to see how those small things pertain to something so much more. 

She’s entering a new phase of life.  A stage she’s been dreaming of for as long as she can remember.  As a little girl, sprawled out on the grass, staring into the sky, watching the clouds take shape as she imagines different versions of the life she could one day live.  Behind all of her castles in the sky, lay newfound freedoms, new faces, new opportunities. 

She’s older now, and excitement shines in her eyes as she watches her dreams begin to take flight.  She wants to do all of it.  She wants to learn all she can and see and hear and feel and taste all that she can and speak all of the words in her heart. But it’s infuriating to know that she cannot do everything, or comprehend everything and she does not know how to articulate all of the things she feels so deeply and wants to share so fervently.  But she understands she is not meant to be able to do everything.  And why it is frustrating at times it’s also alleviating to know her role here on earth is only to serve and bring glory to the Maker of the Universe and the Savior of the world.  That alone is the most wondrous thing she could ever do in all of her life.         

Life can look and feel so ordinary and it’s so easy to waste time because we’re missing out on what’s right it front of us or have taken for granted the life we’ve been given.  But life is so much more than just a time to exist.  It’s a time to live, a time to embrace every moment and experience love and joy as best we can.  Yes, pain is inevitable.  But joy always comes after the sorrow.  This once a little girl is growing.  She’s not a little girl anymore.  Yes, she’s wasted plenty of time before.  Yes, she’s been naïve and said foolish things before. 

But her story is not over yet.         

She does not know the number of pages left to this Once Upon a Time…but she trusts the Author to fill them as He sees fit.  She longs to know of all the places they may lead or the people they may meet or the ideas they shall surely discover.  The ink on the pages thus far explores all she has been through.  Lost roads, and dark corners and heavy work- yet also constant love and incandescent happiness.  She keeps reading the words from the Author’s pen, for she knows He’ll fill the pages right before she reaches the Great Story, a story no earthly being has ever read. 

Like a butterfly, her wings unfold and take flight towards the start of something new.


  
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