Sacred Threshold ::

Eagles

Yesterday I saw two eagles sitting on the power poles across the lake from our house. They were so noble on their perch so far above the earth. I imagine they would rather have been on a tree top or a mountain ledge instead of a man-made pole but even so, they did not lose their ability to draw my attention to their strength. Even when they are found in a different context, they are still EAGLES.

I am aware of my need to continue to be who I am no matter what circumstances bring. I long to be like the eagles who live like they were created to be no matter where they are. Admittedly, this is harder than it sounds sometimes. But the promise is that is on eagles' wings we fly. Holding on we soar. 

Maybe I can learn something from their still gaze from a lofty perspective.

Detour

So I thought I would be here writing my second post on Saturday but instead I was lying in a hospital bed while the doctors tried to figure out what was the cause of the pain in my chest and back. The hospital is definitely not the place where I wanted to be but it was where I was.

Like a lot of life we sometimes end up in places where we never thought we would go, experiencing things we sometimes would rather not know about, living a life that in our wildest dreams we would not have imagined.

Even as I write these words I am fully aware of the shortness of the life that I have been given. God is the holder of my days. Scripture says the Lord even has numbered them. I don't think this is a reference to some sort of divine calendar room up in the sky where everyone's life is carefully tallied. Instead, it is a reference to Yahweh's care for his people and in particular for me. 

Whether in a hospital bed with mystery pain or sitting typing at my kitchen counter these words, God is here. 

Here's to the detours of life and God's presence in them. Amen.

Writing Again

It is has been a couple of years since I have written here on a regular basis. Many things have taken me away including illness and work. Today I type with a desire to regain this place as my space for writing. Even though I need to keep some of my more precious work "in the oven" until it is fully cooked, I still think this blog is a good work out room to get my fingers moving in the morning.

So here I begin again: a habit of writing each day as I am able, without pressure nor goad poking my side. Just me and my will to write.