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Day 17-18:: Lowcountry Lights

The time of year where the sun shines different and the moon makes an early appearance.

Mountains with their orange, yellows, and ambers whisper a subtle invite of get-a-way adventure.

Tea time comes earlier in the evenin’ under orange sky and brisk air.

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Mornings clothe the jogger in a jacket, yet noon day reminds him of summer’s end.

Rows of pumpkins strewn out for the picking, artists awaiting their canvas.

Sea breeze feels crisp as the shoreline runs with a promising break.

Farmers take their last pick and make their beds for another prize.

Leaves crunch under stout young men’s feet as they wrestle to the ground.

Rains pause for a brief moment, suspended in clouds until looming frigid months.

Chocolate covered sticky hands are wiped on levi’s before mom can wipe up the mess.

IMG_0539.JPGTired eyes fall asleep as embers fade, smokey perfume lingering ’til mornin’

Neighbors huddled around picnic tables shuckin’ and sharing a beer.

Pecans fought for as squirrels scamper and grandmas whisk.

Porches fill with friendly faces, hammocks hang from palms with bundled beans swinging.

Poured over with gravy shrimp lay on fluff, served morning and night.

‘Tis the time of year the light hits the Lowcountry on her softer side.

 

 

 

Day 11:: The middle, man!

“The middle is messy”, Brené Brown speaks of the grit of our processes, “but it’s also where the magic happens.”

Honestly for me the middle is often times frustrating.

As I sat on the dock tonight, drinking a beer, and brain dumping on to my journal pages, I noticed the dock needed some work.  My mind wandered over thoughts of pressure washing it, building a new bench table, staining the dock.  Of course, I realistically reeled my thoughts in.  I am just a renter.  Then I recalled shamelessly, the countless other projects I have yet to finish.

Once upon a time, that dock was not there.  All there was in that space was marsh and open water.  No rusty worn out bench, no place to tie off a crab pot, no lights, no piles to hammock from.  The dock did not appear out of nowhere.  One day nonexistent, then next inviting to be ventured out on.

There was a middle.

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Building a dock is quite the undertaking.  You are placing piles into ewwy gooey pluff mud.  This alone takes the right machinery and for most people, the right skilled technician. Then there is the carpentry behind each and every board, the electrical behind the switches and the lights, and the list goes on.  Even before any of this, there has to be approval from the “gods of the local tidal ways”.

Sounds perfectly straight forward.  Easy. One days planning, one days work. Absolutely not!

Sounds a lot like most of my seasons.  There is work.  There are zigzag patterns I walk.  I hit obstacles.  I want to give up, but the vision keeps pushing me forward.

As you and I wrestle in this season, may we remember the middle is messy. May we take a step outside our situation for just long enough to see that there were other seasons.  We entered and left those seasons, but between the beginning and the end there was an emotionally charged middle.

If we can get that perspective the frustration, the negativity, or whatever else we may be experiencing is transformed into forward moving hope.

May we have the strength and courage to walk out the middle with confidence, faith, and security.

He is good.  He is for us.  He will deliver us.  He is waiting for us to ask: “God what are you doing right here in this moment”.

Day 8:: To see the shells

Seeing the pictures of sharks teeth and beautiful shells littered on the beach in the wake of the storm has encouraged me to make it my goal to walk barefoot on the shore this week in search of treasures.

Barefoot Honest, unrestricted, open, feeling.

Sounds inviting to me.  I had a moment today…not a melt down moment…not a heroic moment…more like a tender moment.  A barefoot moment.

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In worship, I burst through the fog swirling in my head.  In honest worship, that kind that comes from your gut.  Worship that pulled me to a higher plane, to see above my current state.

Barefoot. 

All I know is that with that moment, I realized my feet have been cramped in my shoes for too many days.

Time to kick of the shoes and take a slow “walk”.  My particular walk involved sitting indian-style on the floor, eyes closed, soaking up His goodness.

“Not enough time” can be a wicked lie.  When all it takes sometimes is a few minutes to get this heart aligned and for peace to sink where anxiety had a foothold.

Barefoot.

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I am unearthing a couple practices to help me live more moments barefoot.  One that you might find interesting as well is Centering Prayer.  What practices are helpful for you to reflect and center yourself?

 

Day 4-7:: Aftermath

Mother Nature is unmistakably gorgeous, mysterious, and powerful.  I am hoping she has a bit more calm in store for my city for the duration of the season.

In the midst of uncertainty of evacuation and blaring “urgent” news alerts, I pushed through this week.  I found a hide-away room in my parents house where I drowned out other noise to the sound of Ben Howard and Kelanie Glockler while trying to meet school work deadlines.

It was a battle to push back worry every morning and every evening.  And at moments, I felt I was defeated only to be revived by a glimmer of perspective.

So with no explanation needed…Day 4, 5, 6, and 7 meet me here.  Its a rich feeling really. Why?

Hurricane Matthew blew through the night here in Charleston.  I hunkered down in the center living room with the pup and my youngest brother; falling asleep once anticipation had worn me out.  IMG_2162.JPG

We had no visibility until the morning hours.  With the light we saw Matthew shaking the trees violently, but all the good parts of his show came in the hours of yawns and snores.

The damage reflected his temper.  And the camaraderie to clean up the mess reflected everyone’s relief.

 

Upon my return home today, I saw the reflection of my soul as if it were visibly before me.  What appeared to me in the mirror was anxiety and stress feeding negativity.

My focus was misplaced, some storm had come in my soul when I was not looking.  Why was I jumping into negativity? I was tired and there was much still left undone.

Ever feel like that?  Maybe I’m the only one, but it is a story I know well enough.  Now I pay attention when I see the reel start to play.  So I paused, rewound, and did some editing.

First stop: gratitude.  Lets just put that in bold shall we: Gratitude.

Second stop: grace giving.  I began asking for grace to be applied to the areas in my life and soul were I was seeing the cracks.  No need for me to try to shove the pieces back together in an anxious fit.

Just smother the cracks in grace.

Peaceful work, soul care, and rest followed.  Its not a formula though.  Its just what my reflection showed me in the moment and my desire to emanate something different.

Where is it that your heart or mind needs to be smothered in grace today?  May you invite Him in to do just that.

Peace.

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Sail boats existing the creek, headed back to the harbor.

 

Day 3:: The Ups of Downs

A little light,
shaking within.
Shaking without,
Nerves be calm.

A thought,
world untraveled.
World discovered,
Dreams find rest.

A call,
desire chased.
Desire laid up,
Moments in stillness.

 

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Somedays there are not many words.  Despite our volume, we reflect our inner fights.

When we turn to Him in the midst of our battling, He is faithful to show that He is right beside us fighting on our behalf.

What is your outward behavior reflecting about your inner state of being?  In an honest still moment would you let Him see?  He is faithful to show you something in return.

Day 2: On Fire

 

Everything inside you knows there’s more than what you’ve heard.  So much more than empty conversations filled with empty words

– Switchfoot “On Fire”

This song is stuck there in my head and in my heart.  So I pay attention.

Picture this with me: You walk up to a long knotted wooden counter, bartender says, “Well? What will it be?”.  Your eyes scan shelf after shelf of the thousands of labels on bottles, some reading: Shoes and More, Booze and Xanex, Busy and Distracted, Netflix and ChillAnxious and OverworkedComparison and Hustle.  An ache, an angst, a nagging that  will not let you be.  What bottle will drown it out for the time being?

For mercy sake, no bar actually exists. But our aches are real.  Our attempts to fill the voids are played out.

I’m here to whisper to you, to me: There is more.

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There is One who satisfies every longing.  One who looks at the hungry and feeds them.

Even if you know the One, and you think you’ve explore all there is to explore about him.  There is more.

For those who hear the simple whispers, be encouraged in all you face.  May you turn towards the fire and enter in.

For it is in the fire that overtime all else falls away.  Gold is put in the fire, but will not be consumed.  It will be made pure.  In all its purity, we can watch it gloriously reflect the fire from which it came.

You and I too will reflect the fires from which we came.  There will be stories told because we, hungry for more, stepped into the flames.  Others may see their reflection in our stories.  Enough bravery will rise up for them to step into their fires.

And you’re on fire when He’s near you
You’re on fire when He speaks
You’re on fire, burning at these mysteries

-Switchfoot “On Fire”

May you and I lean into the fire as we look to the One who invites. Come see, there is more!

 

Dreamin’ and Livin’

In my way home I discovered the Tarlatans.  I was listening to the radio as this song reached out and grabbed me:

     “If I’m dreaming, I might be missing right now.”  I’m a dreamer. And to dream is good because we venture to places and potential yet inhabitat within and with out when we do so.  But if you are like me I know when my soul feels unsettled and its time to return to the here and now.  

     Now is full of color and vibrant just as the future.  But often times it seems dull and gray because we forget to live in the adventure and abundant opportunity of the present.  It’s all we are gaurenteed really. Now. Right now, may we have grace to see what’s around us with fresh eyes.

     I’ll leave you with one more from the Tarlatans:

Peace!

To Find

“Blessing For the Unknown One”

One day our eyes will intertwine.
Respectfully we shall meet,
full like no other greet.
Find yourself hidden in Who is.
In that hiding we will find
this treasure we’ve been patiently awaiting.
Bless you now forevermore.
To Him ’til we meet.

-LW October 9, 2015

We are not defined by our past. None the less the past seems to ripple into the present. But if we are hidden in Him who is, we are “more than overcomers”. Our culture shouts the impossibility of leaving the dirt worn path we chose in the past to find another path in the forest that would lead us to a different future. We chose a career now we are stuck with it the rest of our life. We are diagnosed with a disease and it has its label on us until the day we die. We struggle, so we will always. These are nothing but the gremlin lies of the past.
With Him we find our feet stepping off the clear cut path into the woods with its sweet honesuckle, its thick thorns, and its rugged trees. With leaves crunching underfoot we adventurously and joyously seek a path we know will be walked with the hope we already find filling us amongst the shady winding trees.
May you be brave today. May some of you enjoy freely romping around the woods of the present seeking.

Joy.

Spontaneous Presence

So the past two nights I have spent with two different individuals.  These moments have not been planned but they have been rich in different ways.  I have a friend who says all the time that communion is common union.  Community like wise is what we have in common is what unites us.  So I’ve been partaking in communion the past few nights with beautiful souls.  Therefore no lengthy posts and one missed night of blogging.  However I would challenge you to see the one in front of you rather than being driven by the list of things pulling for your attention.  Souls are eternal, and many things are material.

Take a listen to what has been feeding my heart lately. And may it meet you in your present moment.

Chris Mcclarney-“Thirsty”:

https://youtu.be/ZCs6Jztq08g 

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