Five Minute Friday: Dance

Ok, today’s 5 minutes is about Dance.

When I was 13, 14 and 15 I went to dances every weekend. I was an Air Force brat and we always had Friday and Saturday night dances, informal, with live local rock bands. I remember sitting around with my friends on pins and needles waiting for the right boy to ask me to dance. Rhythm has always been a part of my life, it actually is my life- there is a particular rhythm to which we all “dance” through life. My dancing days were over when I married my husband- an amateur musician- he doesn’t dance, the rhythm is not in his feet but in the instrument he plays.

I began dancing again, to my rhythm, when I had my first child. I would dance around the room with her, while I was home alone with the first joy in my life I actually had a part in creating. Then I watched her as a 3 year old in her pink leotard and tutu go through the paces of the rhythm in her heart.

And, last year I watched as her daughter dressed in that same ballet pink, went through her paces and danced to her own rhythm. I saw her watching the ballerinas dance during the Nutcracker while she sat in my lap to see better- we were on the fourth row- 🙂

To my internal amazement, I realized that the three of us, we all have the same rhythm- we dance the same dance- we are daughters of the King and we dance the rhythm He gave us.

Ding.

 

Ok, Linking up with Lisa-Jo, The Gypsy Mama for 5-minute Fridays:

 

Five Minute Friday

How Would You Describe the Bible?

“Have you ever considered….How would you describe the Bible to someone who has never read it before?” That’s the question that popped up on Facebook a few minutes ago thanks to You Vision. Not one to shy away from a challenge…. Here goes:

 

It’s a book that starts with the story of the Creator making the world and ends with the end of the world and a new beginning in a new world. Adventures and schemes are around every turn. Lessons to be learned, warnings to be heeded, gifts to be accepted and rules to be obeyed fill the pages.

There are heros and villians, there’s romance, jealousy, love, hate, envy, and conspiracy. Cheaters, liars, kidnappers, murderers and rapists are in these pages. There’s joy and sorrow, there’s obedience and rebellion, there’s great wisdom and great foolishness found in there as well.  There’s prosperity and pain, laziness and hard work, acceptance and rejection, food and famine. There’s betrayal and forgiveness, blood and lightning, fear and courage, justice and injustice. There are judges, shepherds, tent makers, fishermen, prostitutes, poets and priests and prophets, queens and widows; cripples in body and in spirit, and there is good and evil wrapped up in the middle of it all.

There are floods, fires, earthquakes, plagues, droughts, desserts and gardens. There’s faithfulness and infidelity. Things and people are lost and found; there’s living and dying and living again. There’s great selfishness and great selflessness, there’s generosity and parsimony, building up and tearing down, great wealth and abject poverty. There’s giving and receiving and taking away and giving again. It’s about good gifts and gifts gone wrong. It’s about war, peace, treaties, slavery, servants and kings. In those pages there are plans and purpose and provision and protection from the unseen evil. There are giants, monsters in the sea and demons loose. There are magnificent beings whose only purpose is to serve and praise and worship the Creator. There are miracles and there is madness. There’s a lake of fire and a city made of Gold and precious jewels.

And what ties it all together? The maker of us all, the Creator of this world, used the red thread of the blood of His Son that He sacrificed in our place so that we would never have to pay for all the wrong we do.  There are gifts offered to us and warnings sent to us. And, there’s the ONE gift offered that if we accept it guarantees that we will live forever – with the Creator. It tells us how we all can share in the new beginning. And, it tells us that not all of us will share, some of us will reject the gift even though it’s as plain as the nose on your face!

 It is the story old as time because it began before time began.  In the end, it’s about Good triumphing over evil.

It’s about my family.

PS. The new beginning is going to be incredible! If you want to know what the ONE gift is- here it is- right here, in the pages, smack dab in the middle of all of this other stuff:

For God so loved the world that he gave his only son; that whoever believes in him will not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

 

How would you describe the Bible to someone who has never read it before?

 

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Am I old yet?

Those moments- just before morning. The quiet is a balm to my sore brain. The birds waking up sing of the promise of a new day. As my body ages, I resist. My mind does not want to be up and around, yet the physical aches that are arriving as I get older say: move around, you must get, up you are stiff.

So I arise reluctantly. And am greeted by sweet young faces at the door. Faces full of joy and hope for the new day; excited to be here.  May my words be as honey to their ears, may they see you in me. May they desire to see what I can show them today. Give me courage to be who I need to be for them. And maybe write, a little? Please, Lord?

Writing is a definite challenge when there’s a six year old and a six month old in the house. The one needs lots of individual attention, the other must have a lot of individual attention. And I’m the one who’s been tasked with delivering the attention. Lord help me.

I have never before felt old. I’ve joked about it, wrote about it, watched others act old. Now, it’s my turn. There’s a few choice words in my head and I’m fighting to keep them from getting out. 

 My grandmother/mother constantly had a litany she would repeat over and over, as if by saying it, it would serve as an excuse for her rotten behavior or her latest accusation. Her time on earth lasted 96 years, but she started saying this in her 50’s (oh gag me with a spoon that’s where I am now ~) Everyone in the family can recite her catch phrase: “It’s H*** getting old, you just remember that (insert name), It’s just H*** getting old.”

 I don’t agree with her assessment. However, I am beginning to understand that there are going to be some things that I’m progressively not going to be able to accomplish eventually. That can be frightening if I let it. But, I won’t.  You see, I have a constant companion; my Lord will take each step with me. He will direct my path. 

One thing that I can tell you – you know those cute little faces I talked about earlier? Well, by the end of the day I know what Moses felt like and why he needed Aaron and Hur to hold his arms up til the end of the day; and thus the battle was won for the Israelites. I do feel like it’s a battle some days.  A battle against myself and my creaky old bones.  But the Lord, will fight my battles for me when I can’t go on. Oh Lord, you are my rock and defender, my strong tower, my refuge and a very present help in time of trouble. No Fear. Ever. Period.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. 

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts. Psalm 46:1-6

Five Minute Friday: Path

Ok, here’s my 5 minutes worth…

Path.

It is a long, winding dirt path downhill from my great grandmother’s house to the dirt road below. It passes an old spring where the milk was kept to cool when my grandmother/mother was a child. Across the dirt road sits the old barn where the cattle used to live. I followed the path as a child in the summer. It was a cool, quiet path, under trees. But the cows were not quiet, nor were they inviting. It’s amazing to me that I still remember this. I must have been 4. But walking that path, barefoot as a child stood out. It was comforting, homey, reassuring that I had come from somewhere, someone I could see and touch. In a world full of doubt and confusion there was no doubt where that path led. To a little, very old, white-haired lady living in a very old farm house at the top of the hill at the end of the path. I loved her very much and she loved me.

 

Paths take us many places and teach us many things along the way. I learned that no matter what there were people in my life who would love me- ME. No tags, no conditions, no justification. They just loved me- and that taught me more about the love of Jesus, I think, than any sermon could have.

Ding.

7 p.m. A Fragrant Offering

 Finally, in my weak attempt to describe what prayer is to me, I offer up these words:

Prayer is a conversation.

Here I am Lord. Speak that I may hear You and You only.

Prayer is presenting my requests and petitions to Him.

Here’s where I am Lord. Here’s what’s going on in my life and the lives of those around me. I know You know already, but I have to tell You because You only do I trust with these needs.

Prayer is confessing – all- to Him.

My sin is ever before me, You have told me that it is forgiven and is as far as the east is from the west, so I give my sin to You.

Prayer is asking for forgiveness.

Forgive my unbelief, forgive my sin, forgive my hard heart, forgive my lack of trust, forgive my tongue. Forgive me. Mercy and Grace, Lord, mercy and grace.

Prayer is Worship.

Oh, Lord You are King of the Universe, Author and Creator of all, only You are worthy.

Prayer is Praise.

I praise You for You are my King, You provided a Way when there was No way. I see You in the flowers in the field, in the sunrises and the sunsets, in the shape of the clouds, in the face of a child. I hear you in the storm, in the crashing waves, in the gentle breeze through the trees of the forest, in the voice of the crow and the eagle. I feel Your touch in a baby’s breath, in the hand of an old woman, in the caress of the man I love. I taste Your handiwork in the sweetness of a strawberry, the salt of the sea, the tang of the grapefruit. I smell Your joy in the lavender, rose, and gardenia, the lemon and the jasmine.  You are in all good things.

Prayer is gratitude for His good gifts.

Thank You for providing for me, for placing me here in this time in this place, with these people, here on this journey, thank You for giving me a purpose, thank You for all things from Your Hand.

Prayer is acceptance of His Will.

            Teach me to be content Lord, to accept all things from Your Hand.

Prayer is extending my trust to Him and to His Will. 

I trust You, Lord. You are the Potter I am the clay; cracked pot though I may be; here I am use me for Your Glory.          


May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice. Psalm 141:2

And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people. Revelation 5:8