Choose Happiness

July 23, 2009

ladybug_fingertipWhen a ladybug lands on you, make a wish, make a wish! Then, before blowing it off your skin, say:

“Ladybug, Ladybug….”

The whole concept and morbidity of the rhyme always made me sad for the poor, helpless ladybug. Why would she want to fly to her home if it were on fire? By the time she’d get there, what horror and devastation would she see? And, Dear God, what of her children? In the face of her horrible misfortune how could I dare to breathe a wish for myself?

I’d watch the poor creature crawling around on my skin, hoping that all was truly good and right in her ladybug world.

Ladybugs look happy.polkadorts

Are polka dots not the epitome of all things happy and carefree?

Take in a deep breath of fresh air. In with the good… out with the bad.

I don’t want to just look happy — like a ladybug. I want to be happy.

I choose happiness.

polka_dots

No Fear

July 21, 2009

The most sincere words pour from my heart only to feel searing coals thrust upon my shoulders immediately following the release of them into the atmosphere. Apprehension scorches down my back from not knowing how my words will be received.

Oh, the pain. The pain of unknowing.

I am not responsible for how I am received. I am only responsible for the manner in which I give.

Yet, time has proven over and again that I am my own worst critic, as my words have often been the salve which brings healing to a broken heart, the evasive lyrics to a beautiful melody, the answer to a quandary gnawing at one’s heart and mind. My words, when spoken in kindness, have been the keys unlocking bolted prison doors freeing one from prison walls where others before me have captured and held hostage a loving heart for reasons beyond my knowledge and understanding.

Even so, often, I keep my words locked deep inside… deep down inside… for fear moves me to reconsider my inspiration and I remain paralyzed in the clutches of fear. Fear often moves me to keep my arms reservedly at my sides instead of hugging a soul who needs to feel their battered body and wounded heart wrapped in a compassionate embrace.

God give me the discernment I need from Your heart and mind to move me in the path You have set for me. Move me as You are moved by compassion for the love of Your creation. Help me to understand my fear when it is merely fear and not decorum or propriety but rather, my pride. Help me to know when it is fear that ridicules me as I am indeed good enough, smart enough, rich enough, clever enough and beautiful enough to move at Your Word.

I am Your Beloved and You are mine. I have nothing to fear.

Sweet-Serenity-Print-C10376167

Possibilities

July 16, 2009

3641175070_6c290acdccThe familiar klink of stainless steel being lifted off its hook —  the beginnings of a favorite kitchen symphony. Will it be dinner? Will it be tea? Will it be for colored eggs or sterility?

Tap water fills the pot, clear and deep. Silver pot placed carefully on the stove for the umpteen thousandth time. Pot sets quietly as the flame burns beneath its base.

What is it for? Possibilities are endless. Boiling water… it can be the beginning of just about anything.DSCF1435

Cook has done her part. Flames of fire take over in this familiar routine. Slowly and steadily its cadance begins, clicking and popping in response to the flame.

Tiny air bubbles form inside the pot — silent effervescence — growing in number.
Bubbles rise one by one to the water’s surface. Delicate vapor ascends and falls beneath the task light spot. The crescendo builds to a rapid boil. Rolling thunder!

Boiling water… endless possibilities.

danzeopulencepotfiller

The Romantic

July 15, 2009

single-rose

Romance is in the life we live
with every breath we take
within our every movement
with the ticking of the clock
in the little clinks and tinkles
coming from inside a home
pouring out of windows for
those with ears to hear

jingling of daddy’s keys
as he returns home from work
my darling sweet

mommy’s heels
walking across a wooden floor
my honey’s feet

as dinner sizzles on the stove
sloshing of a washing machine
the fine pages of a Bible being turned in a parlor
sheets ruffling early in the morning
a clicking switch of a lamp at the end of the day

Romance is woven throughout the fabric of life
beheld only by Romantics

One is a Romantic
or one is not

Romantics do not choose to be born as such
like one does not choose eye color
or stature
hair texture
or parents

Romantics have been dipped low
and held tightly to the bosom of God Himself
He kissed slowly and deeply on the mouth
the passionate Romantic before loosing
that one into the world
having left His sweetness on the lips
his stars of wonder in the eyes
his wings of hope upon the feet
and song of love in the heart
of the Romantic

He opened the ears
of the Romantic
to understand the language of love and life

He gave strong arms
to the Romantic
to bear and embrace the wildly mixed load
of burden and blessings
along life’s way

He inspired curiosity
in the Romantic
to seek out answers and beauty
to crack codes of hidden mysteries
where others see only quandry and rhetoric

He gave the Romantic
a bubbling fountain for a soul
to give abundantly to others
according to His purpose
which He doesn’t always disclose

Romantics give all they have
over and again
because the more they give
the more they flourish
drawing from the very heart of God

Being a Romantic
is not always wine and roses
it is a tremendous burden of proof
finding a way
when there seems to be no way

As the Romantic draws closer to God
the more loving and creative a Romantic becomes
for the sake of someone else

Romance is never self serving

My Beloved is the ultimate Romantic
Faithful and True
showing His love anew
with every sunrise and sunset
in every twinkle of smiling eyes
each warm embrace
every single hue of color
every single musical note
every whispering willow
every roaring thunder

My Beloved has not neglected any sorrow
He has saved every tear drop
His promises make perfect
the sweetest wine
to be enjoyed in this waking life
and for certain
in eternity with Him

wineglassonbarrell

Secrets

July 13, 2009

My home was hiding a secret
buried deep within its heart
from outside all seemed perfect
fires crackled in the hearth

I made my home a haven
in a special sort of way
smells coming from inside
invited guests to come and stay

All the woodwork oiled and polished
linens fresh, crisp and clean
all the silver always sparkled
and the crystal always gleamed

But in my home
those were the only flames
that sparked

Apart from candles ever burning
and fresh flowers everywhere
despite aromas wafting
despite laughter in the air

My home was a sanctuary
to everyone but me
My home was hiding a secret
I’d have died had it been seen

All the facts were clear
there for everyone to see
in all my favorite
music
movies
books and
magazines

It was screaming from the artwork
hanging on the walls
depicting my heartfelt longing
beckoning to hear my call

I was alone
so desperately lonely

I cried myself to sleep at night
tears cried silently during showers
I busied myself with tasks and chores
to fill my every hour
to escape the bitter loneliness
the cold and lonely years
and years
and years
Finally
I prayed honestly
despite my deepest fears

Do You hear me, God?
Do You see this?
Do You feel this gaping void?

He stretched forth His hands to me
then and there I knew
He heard
He saw
He felt

Everything

He asked me simple questions
Though I insisted I had failed
Even through my ignorance
His perfect love prevailed

How can something be destroyed
that never was
How can something die
that never lived
How can something leave
that had never arrived
How can you mourn for something
you never had

Give yourself to Me
Truly
Surrender yourself to Me
Trust Me
This battle is not yours
 
My home was hiding a secret
in the depths of its heart

That secret was
Jesus was not Lord of the Manor
He was not King on His rightful throne
He was not the Master of my home

All that is past tense

Jesus is my Lord of Lords
King of my domain
He reigns in the castle of my heart
I’ve taken my Beloved’s Name

Jesus is indeed
Head of my home

He holds the keys
to my heart
to love
security
happiness
fulfillment
peace
rest
tranquility
creativity and
prosperity

I am no longer lonely
He fulfills my every need

I am no longer alone
There are no secrets
in my life
nor in my home

 

castle-1