Waltzing

Mom and I have been waltzing lately; waltzing through the corridors of time.  Dancing, instead of sitting; we choose to pay attention to the old Acadian tunes. Pulling weeds instead of planting sorrow; we choose to inhale the lovely fragrances.  Reading stories to one another, instead of watching television; we choose to remember those good old days.  Laughing instead of crying; we choose to rejoice in having this time together. 

I always wanted to know how to waltz; and now I can.  Not with my feet; and not to a certain beat- but to the cadence of Mom’s life.  It is such a bittersweet season, where we find ourselves.  I’m hoping we will be dancing for quite some time to come, because I have so much to learn and Mom has so much more of life to live.

I need to learn about leaning on Jesus; when overwhelmed with uncertainty or with a-not-yet-realized sadness.  I want to learn to dance to a different melody; because the musician, the Great Musician, is playing an unfamiliar song.  I long to learn more of Mom’s secret – how to live life to the fullest; how to dance the night away.  I must learn how to love her well; sharing Christ in the daily steps of this waltz of life.  

"Mom, may I have this dance?"

"Pursue love..."

(1 Corinthians 14:1a)

A Brief Beauty

Flowers.  They seem to last but a short time.  

A wonderful burst of colour, displaying God’s beauteous creation.  

They can emanate such a glorious cornucopia of smells.  Planting and tending them, though ‘tis a brief beauty, is a worthwhile endeavour.  Could my life be thus?

Planting the word of God deep into my heart; tending the garden of my soul 

so that the beauty of Christ may be seen in me; ever so brief that my life may be.

An old hymn:

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me,

All His wonderful passion and purity.

May His Spirit divine all my being refine

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me.

For we are a fragrance of Christ to God

among those who are being saved

and among those who are perishing

(2 Corinthians 2:16)