lifefullyinhabited

I used up a whole pen.  It took many months.

I write in a spiral notebook every day.  I use a Pentel black fine point pen.

Nothing fancy.

But that pen finally gave out today.

I took a few moments to be grateful.

The ink that spilled out for me.

Onto the page, faithfully, day after day, the ink helped me to move forward in my life.

One letter at a time, one word at a time.

One day, one moment at a time.

The ink spilled out and so did my heart.

My thoughts, my words.

My hopes and dreams.

Plans, lists, complaints.

The pen and ink worked to help heal me.  Writing dependably every day.

My praise, my worship, my prayers.

The pen and ink never complained if they formed lovely words

or words of bitter anger that had to be voiced somewhere.

The pen and ink and page keep their silence and their secrets

so that I could scream into the notebook if I had to.

How wonderfully grateful I am.

Time to look for a new pen.

2 Corinthians 1:8-9 New International Version (NIV)

8 We do not want you to be uninformed,(A) brothers and sisters,[a] about the troubles we experienced(B) in the province of Asia.(C) We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired of life itself.

9 Indeed, we felt we had received the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God,(D) who raises the dead.(E)

Sometimes the hardships we face do not feel like the pathway to peace (as we pray in the serenity prayer).

Sometimes it just feels like the pathway to misery.

There are days  when all we can do is rely on God.

Easier said than done.

Reach out to a safe friend to pray for you.  Make a list of small, doable tasks.  Do them one at a time.  Check them off the list.

Listen to uplifting music.  Find someone who is in need of your prayers and pray for them.

These are things that are easy and can be done.  This is how I rely on God to get me through a tough day.

And, as all women know, sometimes you just need a good cry.

So grab a box of tissues

and sob away. 

Better days are coming.  Hang in there.

I don’t have the kind of charmed life that makes people jeolous.

I don’t have fame, fortune, or even a job.

But . . .

I do have this:

Suddenly, everyone wants one!  Everyone wants to be me!  Everyone wants to know my secrets!

I didn’t steal it.

But it sure is a sweet ride.

And with no job, this just might be my retirement vehicle.

When the “bleep” hits the fan, I can wander the streets with my stuff all neatly piled up in here.  

After all, I am getting a bit too old to haul around my survival gear in a back pack.

still life

I don’t know much about photography.

But I know that with most art forms, capturing the light makes for interesting art.

So, I just happened to capture the light on the day I took this picture with my sanyo digital.

It’s probably not professional quality

I think it makes an interesting photo.

No big lessons here, just try to look for little things

like the light.

Blessings, Vicki