~ Giving Up ~

The weight, the pressure ...
the overwhelming of it all ...

Life - - -

- everything that encapsulates it,
vice-griping heart soul ...
makes my being yearn for
home ...
for Him.

To be cocooned within His arms.
To be picked back up by Him - after wanting to give up.

Giving up on life worries, struggles, challenges stress,
only to give it up to
Him.

And when I do that -
- release it heavenward - everything ...
it happens.

He picks me back up and
carries me.

Hope re-births.
Vision is Light.

His Light.

"Come unto me, all ye that labour
and are heavy laden , and I will give you rest .
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me;
for I am meek and lowly in heart:
and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
-Matthew 28-30

~ How To Be An Instrument ~

I read it ...
pages skin-thin,
teaching me how to be an instrument.
A God Instrument.

As I ponder further,
my mind turning reeling - grasping to define
within my own fiber,
what an instrument is.

A musical instrument
needs to be kept fine-tuned ...
deep-learned, daily-practiced and enjoyed.

Enjoyed to heart-core, soul deep.
Sometimes when nothing else can touch heart fibers
the way a musical instrument can.

I continue to ponder deep.

What about an instrument to God?
How do I become that?

Me, a simple mother of two.
A wife to the hardest working hubby I know.
And a piano teacher to many.

How do I become such a thing for God?
How do I do this joy-filled, to heart-core?

I read again:

"Go forth and establish my word;
yet ye shall be
patient
in long-suffering and
afflictions
that ye may show forth
good examples
unto them - in me -
and I will make an
instrument
of thee in my hands
unto the salvation of
many souls."
-Alma 17:11

Patient.  Long-suffering.  Good example.
Me - an instrument unto the salvation of many souls?

I breathe deep responsibility, filling lung capacity ... slowly exhaling.
How do I do this?

God's word teaches me how.
And even in my imperfect, human life -
knowing
what a daily challenge it is for me to become those things,
so that in return - I may be an instrument of "many souls" -
I know that with Him - in Him,
He will Hold me in His hands
so that
I may become the instrument
He will fine-tune me to be.

After all ... aren't we all instruments for each other?
This - the instrument and joy-filled within.

~ All Life Stuff In Between ~

Ever so often,

enlightening moments are revealed
simply... gently ... yet
profoundly
at the piano bench within a magnified realm, while teaching, discovering and
learning.
Learning not just for my students, but for me ...
from them.

Comments outlined gold, wise in moment
- unexpected,
surges heart fiber and echos truth within synapses.
Child innocence - eyes lit
mirroring mine,
smile stretched across cheeks
as an "ah-ha" moment
emerses with discovery:

"I love how the notes on the lines,
all have
space notes in between them ...
how there's more to it."

Wise beyond her years observation ...

technical age of only eight.
I simply nod - awed ... and comment in return:
"you are so smart to recognize it that way."

Smile beams bright - eye's dance with a giggle.

I myself, have always loved the
"in between."
The title of my blog shows it to be true.
And how all life stuff in between,
lies the almost invisible - just waiting to be discovered.

 

Daily miracles.

Gratitude.

Golden silences that speak louder than any words ever could.

Ah-ha moments in life.

Surprises.

Divine personal inspirations.

The true meaning when Spirit is communicating.

Joy.

Simplicity.

Discovery.

Wonder.

Indeed there lives something more in the
in between.

And for me this space - in between the lines -

is where I find
the life-joy part of living.

The dessert portions of heaven-sliced.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The space where
God lives interwoven into
all life stuff in between.

~ All Strong ~

Standing watch near waters edge,
waves - a constant rhythm here in this corner of the world -
roll onto shore
as white foam fingers stretch upward onto sand,
immersing feet cold - refreshing - awakening.

Laughter from children
echos soul deep
in this glorious playground of nature,
as sun kisses skin warm
and sand nestles inbetween the toes.

Son - grown over night to the age of

eighteen,
comes in from the zillion diamond glistening liquid
with surfboard in hand, happy-tired
and sits next to me.
We sit silent for awhile.  Taking in with our eyes
everything around us.
We watch his dad - my family dedicated hubby everywhere he goes -
catch "fun waves" with boyish grin on face
waving his love-hello to us watching him.

Just then a group of pelicans against glorious morning blue sky,
point flying our way from the sea.
Son and I look up
to watch this skillful "V" formation in perfect cadence
ever so gently, flawlessly, glide directly overhead.
A fantastic sight to behold really.  
Nature in all of its superlative, pure, splendid creation.

I interrupt the awe-quiet
and speak my thoughts out loud:
"That is really amazing isn't it? 
And the one in the front - leading the rest - must be
really strong, the strongest in the group
to be able to lead them like that."

Son comments back confident-wise:
"They are all strong.  They take turns leading."

I remember now,  learning that in youth years, but had forgotten until
this very moment
as he reminded my filled to capacity jumbled mind.

I pondered deep
his words echoing, enlightening synapses,
eyes widen.
Yes!  It is true.  Not only for those magnificent birds
flying heavenward,
but for human creation.
When it is our turn to step up and take lead,
we become strong.

God-strong.
God-connection.
God-faith.
He wouldn't have it any other way.

And in unity - one with another -
the one leading is not only leading strong,
but lifting in flight,
those behind - for a moment in time -
until the weary become strong again and can
take their turn.

And the God-strong
know that because of Him and
through Him, ALL things are possible.
The word: "impossible" clearly says:
"I'm Possible."

With Him,
I stand strong, ready to take my turn.

With Him -
I wouldn't have it any other way.



"But they that await upon the Lord
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint."
-Isaiah 40:31


"I can do all things
through Christ
which strengtheneth me."
-Philippians 4:13

~ Behold Glory ~

"Behold

Glory

... and be held

 

 

 

 

... by God."

-Ann Voskamp

~ Amidst the Weeds and Every Day Life ~

There it is - staring up at me, clearly shaped
in stone.
How could I have known it would find me here -
cemented hard in parched earth,
while simply clearing weeds?

I had to smile.  Perfect timing I thought ...
in my life right at this moment
amidst the weeds and
every day life.

Another heart-shaped rock.

Waiting patiently through the mess
for me to recognize its face
and Who placed it there just for me ...
again.
Perfect timing.  Again.

It seems to be a phenomenon in my life of sorts ...
perhaps not - where and when I find them.

These stone hearts.

The very first moment I ever found one, lives clearly within my mind and
heart.
A day venturing up into the beautiful majestic mountains with my dear friend.
There it was.  Innocently lying on the edge of the trail, in weeds and debris.  Just waiting.
Waiting for me to see it and claim it.
 
To claim it beyond what it was -
and truly see it for what it really was.

Years have carried me on various adventures.  And no matter where I am
walking this earth, I will find one.  Or maybe perhaps - they find me. 
Messages from heaven - just for me in my language -
without a doubt in my mind.

Walking the earth, along the sands of endless liquid diamonds into forever.
In emerald forest's.  City streets.  The beautiful meadow.  My own backyard.
They find me.  And the interesting thing about it, usually is the timing of discovery.

I've collected these treasures from heaven and they remain in clear view to remind me. 
Piled high in mason jars. Along sills - atop cabinets.
Mantles.  Office desk.    

Wherever the eyes of my heart can be reminded.
I see.

It seems whenever I am pondering deep -
or stress is taking its turn in my life -
or even in joyful steps ...
I look down, and there it is.
Always recognizable.  A message sent.
Just for me.
He knows.

I look to the heaven's and smile.
Peace, joy, love - whatever the emotion He knows I need at the moment -
settles within fiber. 

Heart records the moment
forever.

Such a small gesture on my part for these custom-given gifts,
all I can do is look up and simply whisper: "Thank you."

~ Silence is Golden ~

"Be

Still ...

... and Know ...

 

... that I am ...

 

God."

May your silent moments today, be filled with the 

golden silence of:

Knowing.