Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Back to Writing


I haven’t posted in several weeks. My devoted blog followers say they have missed reading my updates. My sincere thanks to you, both of you : )

Actually, I have missed reading my updates. There’s something about autobiography that is affirming and encouraging. It’s MY life. I live it. For better or worse, it happens and I negotiate it. I get to celebrate the triumphs and I have to mourn the losses.

I think I need to write it out as much as I have to ride it out. Everything makes more sense to me in print. After Alaska, the everyday here and there isn’t too exciting. No more bush planes, mountain climbing or dog sledding. Just the usual here and now.

And yet……..nothing is usual about my life. Nothing is usual about yours either, because it’s not what we DO in the day to day that creates the drama. It’s how we manipulate it, how we form this raw clay called circumstances into beautiful works of art, or not.

My hands are still mired in the mud up to my elbows. My furniture is in the yellow bungalow. It was a three bedroom/one bath last time I posted. Now it’s a two bedroom/two bath (note the Alaska agates in the shower listello). The contractor has said his final farewell and now it’s up to me to paint, stain, get the kitchen floor refinished and put the final touches on it all.

I love my new old home. But I’m not deliriously happy. Some things about life are not remedied by “things”, even if the things are gifts from God. They are gifts to bring us pleasure, but not to change who we are. That has to come from within, where the Spirit dwells; His residence, not mine.

Mine is made of wood (albeit beautiful heart of pine that has weathered into a gorgeous patina, esp. in the utility room by the dryer where it's been left alone all these years). His is made of flesh, my flesh, that is weathering into something not so impressive, often uneven and too fragile (Can some of you relate?)

He is constantly remodeling His “temple“, restoring the foundations that have stood the test of time and proven strong and unshakable. Then restructuring the additions to make them useful and productive. Mercifully, He has an aesthetic flair that makes it all flow together and beautifully unique. A limitless supply of fresh paint and no wasted space.

I am the appointed caretaker, and keeping it swept and hospitable is sometimes a struggle.

What does it all mean? I turn to my mentor, Solomon, whose cryptic proverb first initiated this blog. Bet he was fun to live with. (No wonder he had so many wives. They were probably leaving him left and right). Imagine the dinner conversation:

“So honey, King of Israel, how was your day ?”
“All is meaningless. As a man comes, so he departs, and what does he gain?”
“Well……..have some more lamb.”

Somehow I find something meaningful in Solomon. Because he was “wise”, after all. I’m feeling impatient, wondering what this second half of my life is all about, what is the purpose of a great house, spending hard-earned money on rooms, enjoying the “things”. Solomon has a calming effect on me. God has plans!

5 comments:

  1. Once again, I'm telling you. Your writing is extraordinary. Are you listening?

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    1. Awwww, thanks Mom....er, I mean James.

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  2. Very glad to see your post today. Though our lives have many differences I find more and more common ground when I read your blog. This one captured perfectly my feelings about blogging and getting the thoughts in print. If only I could live as good as my words sound!

    And your conversation with Solomon? Yes, the humor, have to have that! Your words have a wonderful peaceful effect on me as I read them. I guess I need to read it at the office more :)
    God's plans - never dull there!

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    1. Debby, You inspire me to the discipline of writing. I hope I can keep it up like you do, and with as much passion. Thank you again for sharing your world through your writing.

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  3. Life with Solomon...never really gave it a thought. You made me laugh with that one! I was so excited to see your new post as I was browsing through all of what I had missed last week being out of town and all. The drama of my todays seem dull sometimes to the awesomeness of days doing something grand and awesome, but it is in my ordinary todays that I have to lean on Jesus the most. He's teaching me this art of letting Him be my Prince of peace...needing Him when there is no emergency, drama, or struggle. God does have plans for you and I am enjoying hearing about how He's leading you through your days as you find out what they are. :)

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