Scribbling Spiritual Sand, January 30



“Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them. Mark 10:15-16





If I were yet a babe
tucked deep within the womb
nestled in safety
like the stars and moon

If my eyes gazed
in awesome wonder
of things greater than I
too simple yet complicated

If I could be assured
my days were embraced
by your loving arms
anything… anything I could face

I am still innocent
I did not say sinless
tell me how I can know
more about sweet Jesus

Recently, my Goldie Grand asked me to tell her about Jesus. How sweet is that! Jesus said to come to him like a child. My prayer is that you would want to know about Jesus, just like a little child.

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Do You Love Me?


My cat sits comfortably on my lap; his purr content. I don’t need to do much. Just be there; as he nestles down in the covers. He is happy to be near me.

Sometimes I go down my long driveway to retrieve the mail without my dog; space is nice and my golden doesn’t see to mind, too much. When I return, five minutes later, he welcomes me gladly. His wispy tail waggling and tush shaking (excuse the urban word); he’s happy because one of the pack is back.

My grown boys don’t need much love from me anymore; kinda sad. Two are married and are creating their own love nests. One is at home. I guess he still needs a little TLC once in a while; usually in his timing. Just an ear to listen while drinking a warm cup of coffee; I guess he still needs me.

Now, hubby is another story. I could be wearing a neon sign flashing: I Love You, I Love You and he still seems to need to know it more. He needs love pats given like a daily vitamin. And he is generous in handing them out.

Last weekend, Nana (me) and Goldie Grand, had a girl’s sleepover. We played table games, dolls, and colored while listing to Patch the Pirate stories. In the mist of the festivities she asked, “Do you love me?”

“Of course, I do Sweetie.”

That is when the long list started. “Do you love me more than Papa, more than my dad, more than my uncles, more than my cousin, more than anyone else?” She stared steady waiting for my reply.

I had to be honest, though there is a special place for Goldie Grand in my heart, I told her I loved everyone the same. I saw her bubble deflate.

A few months ago, a little girl in my Junior Church class asked, “Do you love me?” You guessed it; she’s the same age as Goldie Grand. Her life’s been a bit more complicated. She’s a foster child waiting for adoption. Soon we pray. Her first few years of life were very difficult; two girls with different pasts asking the same question.

I love (no pun intended) the movie Fiddler on the Roof. One scene has always been my favorite. Tevye, the main male character, asks his wife, Goldie, if she loves him. This poor milkman struggles with the life long question of being loved. Her reply, “After twenty-five years of living and struggling together… I do.” Of course, she sings it. The scene ends with them sitting side-by-side. No embrace or facial glances. Simply sitting next to each other.

The age-old question of love comes alive in Scriptures as Jesus asks Peter, “… do you love Me more than these?”

Without hesitation he replies, “Yes, Lord; You know that I love you.”

Then Jesus tells Peter, “Feed My lambs.”

A second time Jesus asks, “Simon; son of Jonah, do you love me?”

Jesus seems to go just a little deeper by adding, son of Jonah, in His question.

Again Peter replies, “Yes, Lord; You know that I love You.”

Now, Jesus asks Peter to tend His sheep.

A third time Jesus asks Peter if he loves Him.

Finally, Peter answers, “Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You.”

What was Jesus looking for? He wanted a complete commitment from Peter; not just an individual emotional feeling from him.

Perhaps, Peter struggled with commitment after he denied knowing Jesus. The relationship had been bruise. We all know about those types of relationships. It is then we are more careful to guard our hearts.

Valentine’s Day is around the corner. Trinkets of love will litter the day. Cards, candies, and flowers will attempt to express the feelings of love. What if Jesus asked you, “Do you love me?”

Perhaps, it’s time to go and feed the little lambs.

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Reflections


pastel pallet
after glow
water colored window
winter sunset
carousel of color
 
slate sky
evening cover
basic black horizon
darkness enclosing
tunnel of twilight
 
catnap covers
restless worries
some sweet slumber
bedtime lingers
roller coaster nights
 
dawn delight
dayspring starts
brush of color
firmament cascade
carnival of fun

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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, January 23

“So He (Jesus) said, “Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”” Matthew 14: 29-30


Just Come

I stand on the Rock;
a brilliant foundation.
Strong, sturdy, solid
then turbulent waters come;
violent, barbarous, hellish.
I totter to and fro
like tossed waves
surging and then descending.
Swells swirling my spirit;
I hold my breath, an instinct
to keep from drowning.
Close my weary eyes
from the gloomy yoke
surrounding me.
It is in the pith
of my own burden;
my hearing is enhanced.
A faint murmur turns
to a gentle whisper,
“Come…”

Sometimes it’s hard to see past the trial while in the middle of our circumstances. Too often we even forget to go to the only One who can really help. Whatever your struggle today… may you cling to the One, God Himself, who can calm the waters!

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GettingDownWithJesus

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Mortality


It’s amazing what can happen in a week. How fragile life is. Last week a close relative was diagnosed with cancer, closed her life-long business, put legal papers in order, frantically searched for insurance coverage, and had major surgery. If that is not enough she faces 18 weeks of aggressive Chemo. Through the anxious pace of everything there are those lonely moments where no one can join us. One alone faces mortality. It’s to that I write today.

Just another day…
no thought really given
to snow laden streets,
children’s jubilant voices,
or even a cat’s purr.
Coffee perking
filling the house,
depressing news spills
from the radio,
and where is that list?
Why can’t I ever find it?

Laundry, work, shopping…
is anything ever done?
Slips the plate into
a sink loitered with dishes.
Oh, there’s that doctor’s
appointment today!
Sigh… wish I could miss it.
gallbladder problem, my guess.
Some stupid diet I’ll be on.
Grabs keys and purse,
slams the door,
five steps out…
I forgot the list!

Children’s voices laughing
now, sing as I work.
I love these kids;
everything new and fresh for them.
Love freely given and received.
Too rich a lunch,
oh well, it’ll probably be
the last before the bland diet.
One hour left,
doctor’s appointment,
shopping, and the
community event tonight;
Can’t miss it, I’m running it!
Chuckle… as the server
says, “Have a nice day.”

Two hours later,
numb, almost paralyzed.
Steering wheel cold,
snow gathering windshield,
fumbles for keys,
the list drops to the floor;
a tear pools in the good eye.
Then adrenaline pumps
wildly through veins.
Fear grasp, strangles
just a normal day.
It can’t be; it’s not true!
What am I gonna do?

A text message
comes in, no two.
One from California
the other Minnesota
My kids!
What do I tell them?
The snow falls,
it’s thicker now.
A whispered prayer,
“Help!” Key slips smoothly
into the ignition the car purrs,
a jubilant song plays,
but a heart is laden
with unknowns.
The cell rings,
press the button
“Mom, you OK?”
“I will be, now
that you called!”

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Thanks to Caring Bridge a nonprofit organization connecting family and friends when health matters most. I recommend it to any family dealing with major health problems. It’s the way to keep everyone connected.

Scribbling Spiritual Sand, January 16

January 16 “She (wisdom) is a tree of life to those who take hold of her, and happy are all who retain her.” Proverbs 3:18

Like a Tree

With might the tree stood in sandy soil;
branches lengthen toward open skies
calming as sapphire seas,
placid as amethyst mountains,
serene as emerald forests.

Trials entered with each new season.
Watercolor grey imposed terra firma;
hardships spread like soot,
grief gathered like piles of coal,
calamity poured out like pitch.

Time passed leaving pain behind.
Rainbows radiated finger-like tendrils
winsome, wondrous, wild things came
limbs languished, sprouting splendid
flourishing fruits in all seasons.

Forsaken not under wilted leaf
or brittle bark torn from trunk.
Embraced by choice and flourishing;
joyfully rooted by the River of Life.
Wisdom the breath of being…

Join us at Scribbling Spiritual Sand every Monday with a new Scripture prompt! Link opens at 10am on Monday and closes 10am on Wednesday. Happy blogging!

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    • Next week’s prompt: “So He (Jesus) said, “Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”” Matthew 14: 29-30



The Music Played


Over at Live 2 Write 2 Day
Today’s prompt, let’s turn to music. Here’s a few suggestions of how you might do that:

  • Write a form poem that calls for a specific meter such as iambic pentameter.
  • Use music as the subject of your short fiction or poem.
  • Employ a musical metaphor in your work.
  • Write a short essay on how you use music in your writing, or how music has influenced you in the past.

The Music Played

He played piano skillfully;
soothed my weary soul-
I was gathered in his notes,
as music replaced worries
lifted them from my heart
as seeds tossed to the wind.

The playing stopped
and time’s beat went
on, on, on, on, on…
Dusty were ivory keys;
quiet were the notes
like stillness before death.

Birds prattled in the wind-
still yearning to be soothed;
I’m bundled between keys,
notes afloat, active, arrived
time-honored hymns of old
now silence wholly departed!

Day Four


In just one day of Creation…

Sunshine’s sheen glows, glitters, gleams
Moonbeam’s halo glares, glories, glimmers
Starlight’s luster glints, guides, glistens

Earthen land once did swiftly settle
Into high hill, velvet vale, and concave kettle
Echoing… echoing… after leafy nettle

With just words, to gladly say
Sun flushed nimbus enfolding man’s day
Dazzling… dazzling till end’s stay

Moon and star’s umbra of cloaked nights
Heavenly homage luster of lights
Flickering… flickering oh, so bright!

What more could have been done on day four?
Well, all the shifting seasons and there’s more
Hours, days, month and years He bore

Glittering sunshine to warm our day
Glimmering moonbeams come out to play
Glistening starlight He artfully lay

I humbly pray… thank you God

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Winter Thoughts

Spell Check did not like this piece… he,he,he

Reeds rocking restfully in mid-winter’s Boreas;
shhhush… shhhush… shhhush…
Frozen pond stiff as starched white shirt;
thuggg… thuggg… thuggg…
Brittle marsh gasses woefully whistling in wind;
whooo… whooo… whooo…
Branched birds busy in skeleton trees;
chick-a-dee-dee-dee… chick-a-dee-dee-dee…

Alone in winter wood wondering why
frigid air is left in arrears;
while silence settles sacred places
of the heart, as God turns seasons.
People don’t embrace the chill,
as backyard’s linger in loneliness;
of suave ice and sophisticated snow.
People’s homes become a jovial jail.

Spring’s Notus tips its head, as
gentle green cat-tail leaves emerge.
Watery pond fills to the brim,
as duck and heron and goose surface.
Early grasses stretch stiff arms
toward spring’s sultry, shimmering sun.
While chick-a-dee’s hide from crowded
woodland, as immigrants overcome.

Why not buy a slick snow sled
and wooosh… down snowy hill?
Borrow cross-country skies and
swoosh… through winter wood!
Perhaps, snow shoes are your choice
and mooosh… across hill and vale.
Or lay back on the snowy ground
and smoosh… your tiny tail.

Mid-winter holds a thousand sounds;
past persistent grumbling, grrrr… grrr!
As fresh snow flakes softly fall,
in recent occupied places, plop… plop.
With right garments layered, they’ll
chase away winter’s chills, chatter-er-er.
Warming a cool heart, thump…ump;
to get bitter blood, a-pump…pumping!

linking up with dVerse later today

Scribbling Spiritual Sand, January 9

“My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning I will direct it to You, and I will look up.” Psalm 5:3


Morning Guide

Eyes cast down
as morning sun rises;
hands in folded fashion,
while day unravels
like a tattered scroll;
mind heavy with life’s burdens,
yet enlightened by the
wings of blissful morn.
My voice raised in praise,
just living with You,
yet another day!


Everyone deals with stuff. Some days are more difficult or painful than others. So glad we don’t need to do it alone. Keep your eyes on the Maker who directs all our paths.


Join us for the next two days at Scribbling Spiritual Sand with your poems, pics, or short story using the Bible verse prompt under my picture. We’re just starting out, so please tell a friend. Here’s what to do:

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  • Thanks for stopping in… and have a great week!
  • January 16′s slice of Scripture prompt: “She (wisdom) is a tree of life to those who take hold of her, and happy are all who retain her.” Proverbs 3:18



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