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My sister-in-law, Kim, delivered a gift without a note explaining what was under the wrapping.Buried within the colored tissue paper in the prettiest of Christmas bags lay a child’s cardboard kaleidoscope. Laughing, I bring it to my eye and lift my face to look directly into the kitchen light.The colors immediately begin casting brilliant patterns, changing with each turn of the knob.What a thoughtful present, but what was the purpose of gifting it to me?
I continue to play with the kaleidoscope; turning the knob as well as shaking the plastic shapes within the tube.My enjoyment cannot be contained.Moments of mindless entertainment are brought into focus with each new design.  Listening closely, one could hear the “ooohs & ahhhs” escaping my lips.But still I wonder, Why a kaleidoscope?
Maybe I am someone who would appreciate a good old-fashioned toy? Maybe it is how she sees me – always changing & accepting myself with each turn?Perhaps it’s the symbolism of looking with a new s…

Ransom The Captive

* I wrote this story 2 years ago and shared it with friends last night.   The question for reflection - "what holds you captive?"

Ransom the Captive” replays in my head, and I am left trembling.  The certainty of my imprisonment clearly brought to my attention while mindlessly humming a melody I learned years ago.  The words from this traditional Christmas carol lead me on a new path of self-discovery.
The Season of Advent calls believers to “get ready” and “make straight the path”.Aside from the outside merriment and glee (which we all complete in great haste) is the hard work of preparing the spirit.Kindness, joy, generosity and goodwill are perfect compliments to the Season.
But what I yearn for in my preparation is a different perspective and fresh approach to the familiar Christmas Story. Without fail it comes to me – “Ransom the Captive” – one verse from an ancient song.I am journeying on an uncharted path; moving in a different direction!
Am I the captive?Do I act the vic…

The Basement

If you're looking for me, you'll find me in the basement; working on cracks and fixing leaks in the foundation of my soul.  God seems to be leading me to this quiet place during the season of Advent.  To truly prepare for the coming of our savior - some repair work needs to be done.
The upstairs of my home is decorated with lovely ornaments. The tree has been perfectly placed in front of the picture window. Everywhere possible - I have assembled my beautiful nativities - as reminders of the true reason for the season. Lights are twinkling, garland is hung and Santa with some snowmen have joined in the fun!  I've worked hard to bring the season to life and as a result, my upstairs rooms look warm and cozy... adorn with Christmas Spirit.
But the real and difficult work has taken place in the lower part of my home.  For the things I've created upstairs cannot be sustained without some attention to the details surrounding its foundation.

It is safe to say that the basement is…

Oops, I did it again

If I were being completely honest, the cruel nature of my forgetfulness should cause me to cry. But, in this moment I cannot stop laughing even though I should be apologizing. A foolish grin lifts my otherwise flat facial features, and my funny bone has been tickled. I regard my absent-mindedness as hysterical!
The sun peaks through our half-shut blinds and I roll onto my side, thinking of all the tasks to be done during the day. I venture to complete one so ordinary it does not deserve to be placed on a “to do” List. This particular high-energy morning has me moving a plastic container filled with winter sweaters from storage. But, when you have MS completing any chore merits some accomplishment.For the able body – it ranks as comparable to brushing and then flossing your teeth.OK - for some people, flossing daily may be considered high ranking!Anyway you get the gist of what I’m alluding to about a routine task. I puff up my chest and consider the action as a monumental achievement s…

Thanksgiving Prayer

God of Holiness, You bestow on us the gift of life which is ever changing 
with the passing of time.
May we delight in the current season of our lives Accepting challenges as they come, Praising moments of joy that unfold, Beholding the splendor of your beauty, Proclaiming the glory of your promises.
Let our love become a harvest of blessings Allowing us to be Givers – unasked, Pouring forth goodness into the world.
During this season of Thanksgiving Prepare us to receive with open arms All you have planned for us, now & In the coming seasons of our lives.

~ Amen ~

Out on a Limb

The call is strong and powerful. It summons me to move from a place of comfort to that which is most unfamiliar. In a faint whisper I hear, “Take a step in faith and move further out on the limb”.    I am caught between the awakened & unconscious state of existence.  The appearance of a large tree with mighty hands as limbs is before me.  In the presence of this giant force of creation, I am made to feel united and loved.   Each branch is strong and thrives with fruit & leaves.  Without hesitation I climb to the first limb which seems to be calling my name.    As I sit in the arms of the tree I say out loud, “it is good that I am here! I am happy and content in my current situation. This is far enough for me”.   But still I am gently encouraged to journey just a little further down the branch. Why the nudge and the persistent call? Could the view be any more splendid or the fruit any sweeter or the leaves any more spectacular just a few inches away?   What am…

The Greatest of These...

On any given day what my spirit needs and longs for is subject to change. With a backward glance, each moment and season of my life is perfectly fitted into a glorious rainbow. The many colors of the spectrum can be separated into distinct characteristics. My needs weaved together in a patterned tapestry of magnificent beauty.

I call to mind my need for love in the many shades ofRED. The freshness ofORANGEhas me bathed in goodness. Peace and acceptance blend together in the hues ofYELLOWand GREEN. The effervescent tints ofBLUEappear to quench my thirst to trust. And the greatest of these colors,VIOLETbreaks through to become a Beacon of Hope.
How vividly I recall the day I removed Violet from my Grandmother's Rainbow.

She was sick with a heart condition that would eventually take her life.Each doctor indicating, “it was only a matter of time”.But still Nan continued to live with the hope of getting better. “What do you think the doctors will try next?”“When will I begin to feel better?”�…