As your teen years continued you moved from your first year of high school into your second.
Somewhere in this time frame your mother was remarried and you knew you were mostly in the way.
With someone new in the home you also learned to lock doors.
You learned to be hypervigilent to not go home alone if someone else was there.
You learned to be cautious with all relationships.
You dated some but none seemed a good match for you and of course how would you know at such an early age.
You began to go to church and you found God in a solid miraculous way.
You sang in the church singing group and you took first and state in speech competitions in the serious interpretation and poetry category.
You also remember there was no one in the audience to watch you
receive your reward telling you that you did a great job.
Church became your main ‘out of the home’ experience aside from school.
Church also was what you got grounded from. There was a prayer room above the upstairs in the church and you would sit there for hours sometimes after school just waiting alone in the quiet.
One of your good friends had cystic fibrosis and you knew she prayed for you always.
Her faith was strong and you didn’t fully understand it.
You had some very serious ups and downs in this time frame of life.
There was also a motorcycle accident which injured your knee in a serious way.
You listened to Janis Joplin and related to her type of escapism through music. Music was very important to you.
It helped you manage what you felt inside.
Even if the feelings were very numb a song sometimes would give them life.
Somewhere in your sophomore year you met the man you would eventually marry.
But neither one of you knew that at the time.
You continued in your art and your speech classes and still didn’t academically improve.
Those who knew you said you were funny, serious, and easy to know.
You were faithful to those who were faithful to you.
You were still always very concerned about your sister.
Continuing on the topic of writing to your teenage self.
I have been going back in time…
like a time warp of some kind whirling back and back and further back as if I am in ‘the twilight zone’.
I sort of see her … now what would I say to her?
Looking at her… eyes and standing beside her.
At age 14 you have been through many things.
Most of them difficult and yet you navigated through them.
You have moved many times.
You have gone to many different schools.
You learned to not attach because if you did you might not be there in six months.
Your junior high years were chaotic.
You learned to pull in and tightly wrap an imaginary ‘bubble’ around you.
Personal space was important to you.
Time alone was your place of refuge.
There were two different high schools in your freshman year.
This time it was different the last school was the one you finally stayed in till you graduated.
Your sophomore year you were searching and struggling and this is the kind of song you would surround yourself immersed into the music sitting on the floor in your bedroom leaning against the bed.
Your place of refuge.
Your safety zone with the door shut.
Yes you would be alone a lot.
You felt safest alone.
With one sister married and the other a runaway on the streets you were left to pick up the pieces of responsibility.
The mother required that of you.
You always did what was expected of you and rarely did you say anything about it.
There really wasn’t any choice.
Your best friend was Joyce and she came to stay with you a lot when the adults were gone.
Your other best friend was Cindy. She knew you in junior high.
You could be good friends with those who cared and you knew who didn’t.
You excelled in art as you drew pictures of black and white trees.
You loved Choir and hated PE.
You were not much of a student academically and you kept the ‘world’ away from you.
You were quiet, responsible, funny and very serious.
You were a rock not ready to be opened.
This morning, I went for a run. Unlike usual, it felt great!
The crisp autumn air combined with the warmth of the sun on my face brought unescapable joy -even though life has me traveling through dark valleys. I find that it is so easy to get down when that is the direction I keep looking. But the key to climbing out of the dumps is looking in the direction you want to climb – up.
When I got home, I went to the backyard and crawled in my hammock perched underneath a vibrant red Japanese maple – and all I could see were blue skies. In Portland, I know the clouds are certainly coming. But learn a lesson from the trees – they never stop reaching for the light. We need to remember that just beyond the comparably thin layer of clouds, there are infinite blue skies. And like the trees, we need to keep reaching…even on the cloudy days.
So today, I encourage you to stop, look up, and take a deep breath.
There are blue skies.
And remember the lesson of the trees and never stop reaching
Isaiah 28:27
And at the harvest, the delicate herbs and spices,
the dill and cumin, are treated delicately. On the other hand,wheat is threshed and milled, but still not endlessly.
The farmer knows how to treat each kind of grain.
He’s learned it all from God-of-the-Angel-Armies, who knows everything about when and how and where.
Joining Deidra from jumping tandem and the Sunday community
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This is a working grist mill in Washington State called Cedar Creek.
It is run by water and turbine and throttle pressure.
When they turn the machine on the water is moved up into the mill using old fashioned pulleys.
The water level determines the type of grain that can be milled and threshed.
If it has not rained recently and the water level is too low hard grain such as ‘wheat’ cannot be threshed.
The day we visited we were able to take home a fresh bag of corn meal and also a fresh bag of pancake and waffle mix which are stored in my freezer.
There is a new theme in the blog land to write a letter to your teenage self.
Wow I thought
that would be really hard for me to do.
My teenage years were not the easiest.
Not typical.
Not normal or even peaceful.
Oh we lived in a clean nicely kept home.
For many reasons I was quiet and very cautious.
For many reasons no one knew the life behind closed doors.
This attempt will be a difficult one. Be patient with me as I process this young teen who didn’t know herself very well. The first thing:
The first thing I would say to you is this: God saw you when you were in your room with the door shut
listening to the quiet music of Simon and Garfunkel.
You related to it.
You sang every word and stored them deep into your spirit.
You were alone most of the time and when you were not
You allowed others around you sometimes
although
You rarely let others close to your heart.
You were reserved and cautious and you had every reason to be. You had every reason to be.
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Philipians 4:13
I can do everything through him who gives me strength. ==================== Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow." Courage is not the absence of fear but it's taking action in the midst of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A diamond is a chunk of coal that made good under pressure.
It's your heart, not the dictionary that gives meaning to your words. Matthew 12:34 (msg) version.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Below you will find a few of my favorite websites or blogs. They have given me encouragement and challenged me on this journey.
Ann Voskamp's blog A holy Experience This image of a bleeding heart represents a journey of healing from brokenness to wholeness. Some of my favorite books: One thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp
Married over 46 years and entered into my 65th year of life.
I am a mother of two and grandmother of six and mom to two very spoiled kitties. I love to worship and encourage and of course write whenever I can find a topic or subject to share about.
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