Dancing With Delight

September 9, 2012 ~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 3 Comments

God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine
he doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out.
(Isaiah 40:27-31)

Resting today knowing that He gives strength.

He builds our Hope.

While doubt fades to the dim and barely visible places.

And all God’s people shout the loud Amen and Amen again,

At the hope in all that is to come, on that mercy-new morning.

Dancing with delight under a azure blue canvas, warm soul comforter,

Step by gentle step, with all of Creation

That knows and loves Him,

To the deepest widest mystery place that was created by the Maker Of It All.

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Write It All Down

September 1, 2012September 1, 2012 ~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 21 Comments

“God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people he’s their God. Look! I’m making everything new. Write it all down-each word dependable and accurate.” Revelation 21:3-5

Friends, may you celebrate all the new, all the wonder, all the beautiful, all the God Art. The Beautiful in the broken, the beautiful in the busted. The perfection of the imperfect. The Hope in things to come. And the Promises of His tomorrows, created in Love, created in Mercy, by His hands, the ones that unfurl all that Amazing Grace. And when you see the black the white and the mundane may you look at life through a lense of Hope to see the colors of hopeful beauty washed, splashed, drizzled, splattered and stroked over all that is the right before you. The all that is your world. The all that is your living story.

{Photography courtesy of the lovely and talented H.M.Miller who blesses me with her eye and her heart}

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Moving At A Snails Pace (Photo Blogging)

June 19, 2012June 20, 2012 ~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 5 Comments

Oh the best laid plans.

To go one way and then you find yourself heading another way entirely.

Spontaneously slow walking and talking, at a snail’s pace really.

Uncovering the unexpected. And stopping. Often.

To ponder on the stumbled on wonder.

To view the world with a shift in your life lense. The one through which you view things in the daily ordinary.

But the summertime lense can bring a cool green change in perspective.

Cut flowers from the yard, petals on the path, shadows through the gate they lay down and ask to be stumbled upon.

When you find yourself moving at a snail’s pace. Because you walk in the shadow of a generation before. And you know you have this one glorious day.

And the gift comes in taking the path marked by another one. Whose pace is not your own.

And isn’t that what love does? It shifts gears and changes pace and waits on others.

It is patient and it is kind. And I think sometimes it moves slow and steady, at a snail’s pace. And the only rushing sound is that of the waterfall. I am learning to love like this. Slow and patient. Unrushed.

But I am slow at learning to love, like this. And oh it is so slow and hard, this new kind of love.

But that Joy comes in the unrushed dog days of summer in the shadow of another generation is a good lesson to learn. Summer teaches with her slow warm hand. She turns the head and opens the heart to learn anew.And shows in the slow light of a June day how to love to the beat of another’s pace and stride. To love the other’s ways. To bend down in love to another’s needs.

Even if I learn it at a slow snail’s pace, it is that I learn it at all, in the days remaining that is important.

And the light creeps through and shines like the Hope that I have to learn it well and to learn it for good. The good that is lasting and the good that is slow
and patient and kind.

We are three generations watching in love at how we care for and love another. Three women with a pace and stride unlike the other’s, learning to bend in love. Slow loving the other.

Slowing down for love on these dog days of summer.