Humility, Humus, Ground or Soil- ταπεινότητα

If you garden you know soil.  You know that the ground is always under your feet.  You also understand that soil is a medium in which things can be grown.  The things that can be grown are either desirable or not.  They either produced the things that you hope and work for or with neglect produce abundant plants that you scorn.

Why all this?  The soil, the ground and what is beneath is what the quality of humility is in reference to.  The Greeks use the word ταπεινότητα (tapeinótita).

for humbleness.  For me, it is what is low, grounding and that which holds all that can grow in a quiet, inert place.

Today I was reminded that this quality is neither self-depreciating nor does it come with inflated ego.  To me it is the inertness that we should allow in us where we meet God.  It is the place where we are as one with all that is, neither in distraction or presumption.  This place of humility is rich in portion.  It is quiet, peaceful and mysterious as well.

Let this day hold for you ample humility.  Let this be your grounding, your humbleness.  Let this become the fertile place where you cultivate an even deeper, more present relationship with Christ.

May this season of humble beginnings be also yours in Christ.

Thanks Jesus for your humble birth and the meaning of such.

Χριστούγεννα
Merry Christmas

It Is What It Is

Last night I thought about the saying, “It is what it is.”  But then I thought; this really means to me; it is what it was.  That is true for most of us anyway.  Most of us keep dragging some part of the past forward with us.  And the “is what it is” is really; what it was or used to be, along with the now.  I’ve been dragging my load of garbage forward with me every single step of the way.  This keeps me from getting the most out of the moment.  It keeps God from fulfilling His will. It taints the way I view things and affects my response to them.  Much of this developed because of my lack of boundaries.  I would just let myself do about anything for anyone, all but complicit acts.  There was always “Yes, sure.  I can do that.”

I found this dragging up the past along side of me another way I tried to control things.  I did not give it all to God to manage.  I have been working too hard to figure things out that aren’t going according to the way I think they should.  This includes trying to help myself become more healthy.  So today; I give up trying to fix me, to heal me and to discover my defects.  Today, I give all this stuff inside of me and in my brain up to God.  In His time, in His way, my trust is complete.

How many of us can stay put in the middle of the moment, letting God have charge of things?

I know I struggle to stay put there- in that moment.

But today, some few minutes ago; I was reminded it’s so much better to let God figure things out and let, “It is what it is,” be entirely His.  If we can let this precise moment be in God’s hands; then we don’t need to work our brains overtime to figure things out.

This moment, Is; is nothing more than standing down, allowing God all.

Enjoy your moment with God.

Thanks for reading.

The Tree Dahlia Blooms

Even the most amazing things need our attention.  What would they be if not treasured by our recognition or preserved in our memory?  Little.

Today my tree Dahlia burst into bloom- fifteen feet above the ground. Yes, it’s very tall.  The branches resemble bamboo; they are five inches in diameter.  While all other plants wither from the approaching winter season; the tree Dahlia stands out and stands tall.

Why am I writing about this?

If I hadn’t had a morning that began with thankfulness; I may not have seen the Tree Dahlia blossom.   I may not have put my attention on things of beauty, made before me.

Life has been a struggle for me lately.  I am learning new things about myself and my past and my potential future.  God has been gentle but firm.  I couldn’t slip my attention away this time and sweep the mess under the carpet (so to speak).  I could not ignore the mess I was in and part of.

But there is God.  And so there is hope.  Hope acting with faith is a powerful servant.  Hope without faith in action is like a boat without a rudder.

God is also kind and patient.  He creates the perfect storm to drive our rudderless boat into his safe harbor.  There he fixes the rudder, prepares us to navigate, stocks our provisions and gets us shipshape as he sets us back out on course again.  Each of us must captain our own vessel.  Each of us has a map that Jesus has set before us.  We set out on a destination according to his will.  We gain in closeness to him.

I see my ship moving from the harbor.  I understand there is more to do.  Jesus has set a course for my hope to remain and my faith to muster.

I take this delicate pink bloom held in the morning sky as my compass heading.  It reminds me to be thankful.  The tree Dahlia reminds me to look up.  It says ,”Hey, pay attention.  The world around you is filled with beauty.”

As I move closer to love and hold a new understanding; I realize how fragile and unique we all are.  No one is less or more than another.  No one is not good enough. To have the love our lord offers us is his generous gift to all of us and for all of us.  We all need Him.

Thanks Jesus for your giving. Thanks for the morning blossom reminding me of simple beauty.

May your Thanksgiving be one of love and beauty.

Thank you for reading.

 

Piece By Piece

 

My dear friend’s words come to mind, “Let it begin with me.”

She is wise beyond her years- literally.  Betty passed this year.  She left me a wealth of wisdom to sort through.  And she is not the only one who left me a neat pile of clear thinking; which I sort through.  Every piece of wisdom is folded carefully.  Each waits to become part of a treasured quilt, a thing of joy.

My hands are busy.

In the doings of my undoings- I let God choose when and how the pieces will come together.  After all; who better than God to create something new?

Let it begin with me.

Please God, let your work begin with me.

Please, prepare me to be a fashion of your complete will.  Please, go ahead…

But haven’t you always gone ahead of us promising you would be there for us when we arrived?

Who would have guessed that from this surrendering to you, God; I would be set free?

Surely not myself.

Dear God,

I see the harm I have done to others and to myself by trying to be everything for them.  What a good opinion of myself I built up to serve my poor self esteem.  This was done without my intent to fail their need to their own responsibilities and to their own growth.  But it was a control that stunted them.  It also stunted me.  I must have thought I knew more than you; of course without thinking my actions might interfere with your will.  Sorry…

I reached the end of me.

There you are, in wait.

My thanks and praise Dear Lord for your ever considerate love.
Please keep it coming.

My trust is in you.

Love,

Shelly

 

 

 

Patience To Love

 

 

 

 

Years bring wisdom.  Years bring acceptance.  They bring patience. In turn all of these bring joy.  The form of my joy this summer is a month of family time with my daughter and granddaughter from Berlin, Germany.

Chaos is disorder.  But if you ask me; it’s also the means of great possibility.  My house has been taken over by a three year old.  Sure we pick up the games, toys, play-dough and books.  But when you look around and see these things about in our small little home and our very large garden; you know they represent a great amount of joyful times and memories in-the-making.

Last night we put together a 25 piece puzzle with our granddaughter.  There… in the midst of sorting pieces and fitting them lived great exuberance and delight!

I wonder if God looks at us and says; “Yes, this is the kind of delight I enjoy all of you making out of the messes in life.  Great work, keep it up!”

Anyway, whether God likes the messes or not or what we do with them; I thank Him for the delight that our small home (and large garden) is cram packed and filled with this month.

Our family has healed from some pretty big gaps and discord into a colorful, accepting, loving, peaceful band.  We thank God for this.  We thank him for the tender hearts he continues to accomplish in all of us.

I said to Archie, “If there isn’t enough patience; there probably isn’t enough love.”