Sunday, October 27, 2013

Open the Music Box and Dance



When I was a little girl I received the gift of a music box. Honestly, I don’t remember who gave it to me. I have a faded picture in my mind of what it looked like. I don’t even remember the song that was played when the box opened. All I remember was a ballerina inside the box. She was perched on top of a spring in her scratchy, net tutu with her hands always over her head and one her legs bent in a pose. She lay down on her bent spring waiting for me to open the box… waiting to come alive.


Once the box was opened, the ballerina would spring up and dance in circles as the song played. She always had the same smile on her face. She lived for the moment that I opened her box. She was simply created to dance when the lid opened.  


Sometimes, I would barely open the lid and peek inside at the ballerina laying there. She would just wait in dormancy inside the dark, lonely box… quietly… patiently. I’d open the box lid all the way and I watched her come alive and dance in circles. Always on queue… never with hesitation. She did what she was created to do.



When I think about my relationship with God and how I come to life with Him in me… I think of this ballerina inside of my music box.



I am that ballerina.



There was a time in my life when I was waiting inside of a dark, lonely box… perched on my bent spring… waiting to come alive. Then, my relationship with God opened the lid to my box. Without hesitation, I sprang up and danced with a smile on my face. I knew that I had lived for the moment when He opened me to His love and grace. I too was created to dance… with God, the opener of my music box.



Where are you on your journey with God? Are you inside of a dark, lonely box… perched on your bent spring… waiting to come alive? Or has God opened the lid to your box and you are dancing to the song of His love and grace? 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Confession Wednesday


Welcome to Confession Wednesday! I believe that sometimes admitting our behaviors is the first step in correcting them…or laughing at them…either way…here’s what I am confessing to this week:

I was having a difficult time coming up with a funny or inspiring confession today; hence the 9:00pm posting. Nothing was coming to me. I figured it was because I just felt blah today. Not for any particular emotional or hormonal reason. Whatever the reason… blah is definitely the feeling.

“Welcome to my world… it is a blah place to be” just doesn’t have the same ring to it… but, as for today, it is an honest expression of how I feel.

So, here’s my confession for this Wednesday…

Sometime I just feel blah! 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

In the Margins of Life


Margins… those little areas on a piece of paper that keep all of our writing in the center… they are blank spaces… they allow room to make notes… they frame and boarder our stories. Without margins I don’t think I’d know where to stop my writing… or where to begin. I would probably just go right up to the edges of the paper… filling up all the space.

Come to think of it… there are people who live their lives with margins and then there are those who live their life right up to edges without any centeredness… without any room to make notes… without any thing to frame their stories... they filling up all their space.

In life, I used to live without margins. I too would fill up all my space. This didn’t leave me much time or energy to reflect on my story. I just lived my story right up to the very edge. Then, I noticed how un-centered I became when my margins were filled up.

Now, I leave margins in my day. The most beautiful moments of life are lived in those margins… the unplanned, the unexpected, the little surprises. The most important moments happen in the margins of life.  

I am reminded of margins because yesterday my husband called and asked if I could meet him for lunch. Had I filled my day with all of the whims that came to mind… I wouldn’t have had a margin of time when my husband called. But, I didn’t fill up the space of the day and I did leave margins. So, I got to have my husband’s undivided attention for an hour.

When we pack our lives full all the way to the edge of the page, we miss out on the margins of our story. It is in the margins of life that life it fully lived. Are you leaving margins in your story?


Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Confession Wednesday


Welcome to Confession Wednesday! I believe that sometimes admitting our behaviors is the first step in correcting them…or laughing at them…either way…here’s what I am confessing to this week:


Happiness is not a place to get to… it is a choice that we make… every moment… every day. I used to think it was a matter of arrival. I’m not sure where I got THAT idea! Maybe because I’ve heard of people searching for happiness… as if it was something they lost in the cushion of the couch or left at a restaurant by mistake. Or maybe it is because nobody ever taught me that happiness is within you.

What I've learned is this... happiness is that place inside where your soul meets God’s and you dance together through life. If and when you “find” that happiness or, more honestly spoken, choose that happiness… then nothing can make you lose or un-choose your happiness. Unless, that is, you give it consent. It is yours to give away or keep. Your happiness is free will.

So, here’s my confession for this Wednesday…

I “found” my happiness in my dance with God. I choose to continue our dance together… every moment… every day.


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

A New, Blank Chapter


Each new day is exciting enough… with the promise of a fresh, new start… with the possibilities of greatness… with the understanding that each moment is precious.

But, a new year is even more exciting.

As this new year of life is given to me, I welcome it with grace and thanksgiving. It holds all the promises, possibilities, and understandings of a new day; yet, it is like a new, blank chapter in a book staring you in the face and asking you to write upon its pages. Do I just scribble something down… perhaps the first thing that comes to mind? Or, do I intentionally commit to writing a story of greatness… perhaps a story that will outlive me?

This new year of life is going to be the best chapter of the book so far. My hope is that the year after that will be even better. And, that this pattern continues… keeps continuing into future generations… outliving me.

When we share our stories, we change the world… if  and when that story is a story of truth and a journey to greatness. I am writing my story upon the blank pages of my book each and every moment, of each and every day, of each and every year.


I am thankful for the gift of a new, blank chapter!