When

close-up-flowers-nature-rocks-spring-17235-480x320With full apologies to all English teachers, I am coming to learn that “when” is a action word.

When requires my participation.

“God saved you by his grace when you believed.”  (Ephesians 2:8)

When you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.” (Jeremiah 29:13 NLT)

“When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.” (1 Corinthians 13:11 NLT)

Like the Psalmist, I cry, “When, Lord?”

Perhaps He will when I do.

It’s not enough to “say when.”

I have to “do” when. When is a verb.

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When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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What “Fall Back” is Teaching Me about the Dark (Five Minute Friday: Turn)

stock-footage-full-moon-emerges-from-spooky-cloudy-night-sky-pEven the full moon hides its face in the clouds. It’s darker than it could be.

The clocks turned back only an hour.

It feels like a complete reversal of day and night. There is so much more dark in my day.

I ache for a summer evening. The kind where the light lingers well past dinner and into the late innings of a baseball game. Where you can pack it in at the first sign of dusk. Plenty of time for life before the dark catches up to you.

And even then, the fireflies dance — forcing the blackness to back off and serve only as a backdrop to their joyful display.

But now that the days have been surrendered to the shadows and the haunted hallows lurk beneath the barren trees, I cannot escape the absence of light. It comes before the worker’s whistle blows.

I cannot outrun it. I can only get home by going through it.

And it weighs heavy on my soul. This darkness. This valley.

This place of limited vision in which I must shorten my stride to avoid a hidden hazard. In the void of light, I trip even on the path so easily blazed what feels like moments ago. Before the change.

I am left with the knowing that the darkest days are still ahead. Steadily the blackness will invade the light until the shortest day of all. Until the dawning of the morn where there is more day than night. Dark and light. Day and night. They weave together and dance their steps again and again.

And I let myself be led by them.

What if, rather than succumbing to the season, I seek traces of light. Adjusting my eyes to allow in the flickers that get missed during the bright days?

What if the darkness is here to lead me to the light?

Updated: Or maybe the work of the dark is meant to be surrendered to. On the same day I publish this, my dear friend Amber graces us with these words on her own darkness (READ HERE. I’ll wait.) And how not to be afraid of it. And I find myself wanting to make sure the darkness does its full work more than I want to have the light come back. Because the dark is stealing my ability to see, but not to hear or taste or smell or touch. And there is much to be learned when I let go of the seeing.

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Life is Predictably Unexpected (Five Minute Friday: Because)

bigstock-One-Red-Apple-On-A-Background-38237647-e1374873001751I enjoy orderly things.

Expected outcomes. When everything makes sense.

Repeatable and Reliable.

1+2=3
a sunrise in the East
the right ingredients at the right temperature for the right amount of time coming out of the oven just as planned

I enjoy the unexpected.

Glimpses of miracles. “What just happened” moments.

Exciting and Energizing.

a surprising plot twist
flowers growing in the cracks of concrete
a rain cloud in an otherwise clear-blue sky
a comeback by the underdog

The interweaving of these is the stuff of life.

The Just Cause. And the Just Because.

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She Waits (Five Minute Friday: Whisper)

stock-footage-rain-falling-in-pool-with-water-lilies-leavesShe sits patiently and waits.

Because Grace never raises her voice.

And she gets lost in the Whys and the I Don’t Wants and the I’m Not Enoughs. The words that bounce through me and reverberate in the loudest tones. The tantrum I want to throw.

IT’S NOT FAIR!

Because sometimes it’s not. And I want to scream it with every fiber of my being.

But Grace waits.

And when the loudness dares to take even the slightest pause, I can almost hear her singing. I dare to shhh the rest, so I can hear her better.

Because Grace never raises her voice.

But when I settle myself enough to hear, her gentle rain penetrates my crustiness. And when the other words are washed away, Grace is the loudest whisper I know.

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Because Dusk & Dawn can Look a lot Alike (Five Minute Friday-“Begin”)

new-dawn-of-the-dead-lake-at-756348When does the dawn begin? At the first hint of light on the horizon? When the sun itself peeks over the hill? And, if so, does the dawn come later on cloudy morns?

Or maybe — just maybe — the dawn starts at dusk. When the circle of the earth promises the sun, though invisible for the time — will come back full.

Dawn begins in the dark.

We prefer a more clear definition.

Drawing a delineation in the sand to mark something new. This. This right here and now is the beginning. Day One. The starting line.

Ready.Set.Go.

But I don’t think it works that way.

Because an action starts with an intent.
An intent with a question.
A question with a curiosity.
A curiosity with a whisper.

Whispers don’t announce themselves with the glory of a sunrise.

But they are the first breeze of a new season blowing in.

The beginning.

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