Showing up...

my words for the week..."show up".
so often i don't show up because i'm waiting for the inspiration.
but now i don't show up because inspiration is fluttering all about my head and my heart.
i sit to write a post and i don't know where one thought starts and another ends.
words pour forth in no formation.
instead i abandon to the laundry room of lights and darks.
or venture to the world of unfinished projects.
i want to tell the world about how last year's word COLOR opened my eyes to adventure.
i want to tell the world how this year's word HAPPY smiled at me.
i want to share how i'm following the little birds and their whispers of truths into my soul
and how it all feels like mystical magic and the sprinkling of fairy dust.
and how my heart tells me it's the Holy Spirit pursuing little ol' me.
and how i wonder why me? who am i to be pursued?
and how He whispers, "because you are fearfully and wonderfully made. isn't that what you tell your daughters?"

so today i'm obedient to His whispers.
i'm showing up for just a moment.
i'm trusting that all the words will form in perfect bird formation
in His time.

"The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit and they are life." -John 6:63

-Word of God Speak, Mercy Me ♫

Finding My Gold

following the whispers again

this time the whispers of "gold"

at mass monsignor talks of bringing our gifts to Jesus

our gold, our frankincense, and our myrrh 

... finding your gold...your gifts, given to you by God, 
to be given back to Him.

what is my gold i wonder?

and then he says the words from the pulpit, 

"maybe it is your creativity..."

i ponder the golden nuggets 

they stick like glitter upon my face 

after an afternoon of Christmas wrapping

Vein of Gold: A Journey to Your Creative Heart

my quest for the season

i gather with my creative cluster

and begin to dig deep for my gold

Apples of Gold:

"words fitly spoken 

are like apples of gold

in pictures of silver." 

this proverb makes her presence known

from this golden book practically jumping off the shelf 

at my favorite gold and green bookstore 

words inspiring me 

to gather apples of gold for our teachers

rolling each blessing by hand

"canning" them into mason jars

with lids of silver

then He whispers again

"wrap each jar with a thread of gold."

seriously?  is that you God?

or me, obsessing again over details

i'm obedient.

i listen.

i tie each jar with a golden thread.

not knowing why

praying for each name

tagged to each jar.

still pondering what my gold could be

i look up at an unfinished painting

of three keys

hanging by golden threads

and I feel the silent whispers again in my soul

"complete her"

"add a white lace dove"

"be brave"

"donate your gold"

"Vein of Gold: Keys to the Kingdom"

comes to life

to the online charity auction she goes

and now i ponder

its mystery

vulnerability screams

drowns out the whispers

as i watch and wait for bids

why did i bother?

i could have written a check, Lord

with a pen of golden ink

did I hear you wrong?

does any of this matter?

these little things i do

smaller than a golden thread

i look out the window

a monday morning traffic accident

stikes an iron victorian lamp post

and brings havoc to our little village

a golden ball

catches my eye

she used to sit proudly 

upon her post

now she lies broken in the street

how will they remember me?

and i look for the golden sun.

Lord Jesus, You came to the earth

as a vulnerable child

your mama held you tight

what did she whisper in your ear?

let it be your whispers i hear

deep within my soul

open my eyes to see 

and my heart to feel 

the warmth of your rays

please shine upon my gold.

-Fields of Gold, Sting ♫