Formed

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What form shall we take upon ourselves?

What shape to give our lives?

A uniform?

All the same?

Our differences deny?


Shall we perform to expectations?

Conform to norm as asked?

To deform?

To malform?

Chloroform “self” as tasked?


Are there better ways for each of us?

Can we boldly form new molds?

To inform?

To reform?

Transform ourselves, unsold?


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I gave it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I followed along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. I am pleased and encouraged that I met my goal of writing every day this past month. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

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Known

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The path was littered with fallen leaves and we had to take care with our steps.

It angled down amid trees and ferns and rhododendrons and moss-covered stones.

I had walked this path many times before.

It was known to me.

My companions, some of them, had also walked this path before.

We looked forward to seeing our old friend.

We could hear it before we could see it.

At the bottom of the angled path and the series of wooden steps, the well-known-to-us sight of Blackwater Falls emerged from the forest.

The blue October sky, the not-too-hot-not-too-cold temperature, and the refreshing breeze mingled with the roar of water over stone.

The day was new.

Refreshing.

The sight and sound was familiar.

Known.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

Assurance

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The child hesitated.

She was not too certain.

She never tried this before.

It was a new adventure and she feared failure.

It was exciting to be learning something new.

This would certainly broaden her horizon.

But, yet, there were doubts.

“Can I do this?”

“You’ll do great,” came the parent’s voice.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” the voice continued.

“You’ll never know, if you don’t try.”

The words were like magic.

The girl found her confidence.

She resolved to give it a try.

The power of assurance.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

Communion

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I’ll relate the story as I’ve heard it told.

It happened when I was about three.

I escaped from the church nursery and made my way to the sanctuary.

My Dad, the church’s pastor, was serving communion.

My Mom, pregnant with my younger sister, was playing the organ.

Mom spotted me coming and tried to get the attention of one of the ushers.

I proceeded, un-intercepted by any usher, to make my way to the front of the church and around behind the communion rail to where my Dad stood.

I tugged on his robe, I’m told, and made a request.

“Can I have something to eat, too?

May we all be that innocently bold, to come to the communion table and ask to eat.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

Surprise

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I’m thankful for my job. The surprise today was a large document that needed worked on – quickly. So I worked late.

I’m thankful for my home. The surprise today was that contractors who have delayed coming for many weeks called and said they would be here first thing in the morning. So we are getting things ready.

I’m thankful for my family. The surprise today was…no surprise – they always come through. Enough said.

I’m thankful for my health. The surprise over the past couple of days has been a nasty cough. I’ve eaten a megaton of cough drops today and am hoping for rest tonight.

I’m thankful for life itself. The surprise every day is how very much we can take it all for granted. I work on being thankful, every day, in all things.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

Abide

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A former member of the United States Congress posted on social media today that if his candidate for President does not win, he would be “grabbing his musket” the very next day.

Outrageous.

It’s one thing for the lunatic fringe to rant about overthrowing our government and for their morally bankrupt brethren like Timothy McVeigh to violently act on such rhetoric.

It’s another thing all together that we have allowed this dangerous thinking to edge its way into the main stream of society.

It falls on us to call it out for what it is and to stand up to such bullying and to the undermining of our democracy.

Let me state that I cannot abide his refusal to abide by our election process.

No.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

Nourishment

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If I’m honest with myself, I have to admit that I generally don’t eat for nourishment.

Sure, I know the food I eat is the fuel for my body.

You are what you eat.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

But, seriously, if I am honest, I’d rather have a nice helping of mac and cheese if given a choice.

I don’t eat for nourishment.

I eat for comfort.

Nothing fancy, mind you.

I’m really not into fancy food.

Mac and cheese.

Popcorn.

Cornbread.

Potato casserole.

Chocolate chip cookies.

I read somewhere that “a calorie is a calorie” no matter what it is.

I don’t even know if that’s true, but I took it to heart.

The older I get, the more I realize that “a calorie is a calorie” is not a mantra for healthy living.

I acknowledge that I should eat more vegetables, more fruit, more protein, and fewer carbs.

When I eat “right” and am in the groove, I actually enjoy those things.

When I plan ahead and plan my meals, I appreciate them.

It’s when I am tired and “hangry” that I gravitate to the old standbys.

The comfort foods.

I hope to get to the point where I eat “right” more days than not, but with the understanding that, when I need “comfort” nourishment, it’s OK now and then to enjoy the standbys.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.