Beginnings…
Today was the first day Spring made her appearance here at our little cabin in the woods. We are still surrounded by snow, but the earth is slowly reclaiming its’ rightful place… swallowing up the icy-white bite by bite. We enjoyed a walk down the lane; Little One happily sploshing in puddles while Big Brother tromped through the remaining snowdrifts too lost in his own thoughts to hear me call to him as we turned toward the pond. Just what fills a boys mind when the weather breaks and the warm air opens up the world to him again? Whatever it is, I imagine he will be lost in those thoughts often in the weeks to come.
As we walked I noticed the remains of leaves, pressed ‘neath the weight of the winter’s snow, now almost transparent… my mind wanders and I wonder how transparent I am? Do my kids know how much I love them? Their Daddy? Do others see how much I love the Lord? My heart sings with joy… can others hear the melody? Even when life gets “heavy”, does my light shine from within?
When I paint, I use transparent layers of color… the colors build upon one another creating new hues and richer tones. Isn’t that just like life? Our lives intertwine and each person who crosses our path leaves a trace of themselves on us, adding to our texture.
Thought to ponder for today… what are you painting on the lives of those around you??? May the brushstrokes I leave on those around me be highlights and not shadows… reflecting the Light source of my life.
April 12th, 2008 at 11:10 pm
Very thought provoking, Lorrie. Thanks for the wonderful “read”.
I can’t wait to read your next entry.
April 13th, 2008 at 12:30 am
Beautifully written, Lorrie! Very inspiring. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
April 13th, 2008 at 11:04 pm
I met a friend a few months ago (both visiting loved ones in the hospital) We hadn’t seen each other in 2 decades. We were good friends for many years, and talked as if we had never lost touch. She told me that the way I had treated people in grade school influenced the way she treated her students when she later became a teacher.
…. a big responsibility … this “leaving of brushstrokes”
June 22nd, 2008 at 10:29 am
What wondeful words.you are a writer for sure..I too have small wild strawberries here and there on my property,and I will surely look at them in a different way now.. they do have a different taste, and if the chipmonks, squirrels or other wild animals do not get them first.. I will feast in a different way now, more looking and enjoying before they are “popped”into my mouth..thanks for sharing