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The deepest heartaches can become heartstrings to God's joy, peace, and love.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
A Felted Purse
I saw a woman with a felted purse. As a knitter, I asked whether she had made it. That began a long conversation about the fun she has felting , choosing the yarns and colors, waiting to see how the yarns blend when they shrink, and the joy of giving her creations away. Although I have never felted, we chatted easily as knitting enthusiasts. That led to why we were at the orthopedic center and the mention of an upcoming surgery for her.
Suddenly there was silent pause... we both realized that this was not a "by chance" meeting. "I'm a Parish Nurse;" I said, softly breaking the silence. She smiled saying, "No; you're an angel sent by God. I needed one here." (She is from out of town; after surgery she will return for chemo, which will require a motel stay each time.)
I am not an angel, but I do recognize that I was in that place, at that time, to become a tangible touch of God upon her life. My new knitting friend & I will share more times together- I am already blessed having met her.
How often do we miss the opportunity God has placed in our path because we're not paying attention? Sure glad I noticed that purse!
Selah-
Shalom, Connie
Suddenly there was silent pause... we both realized that this was not a "by chance" meeting. "I'm a Parish Nurse;" I said, softly breaking the silence. She smiled saying, "No; you're an angel sent by God. I needed one here." (She is from out of town; after surgery she will return for chemo, which will require a motel stay each time.)
I am not an angel, but I do recognize that I was in that place, at that time, to become a tangible touch of God upon her life. My new knitting friend & I will share more times together- I am already blessed having met her.
How often do we miss the opportunity God has placed in our path because we're not paying attention? Sure glad I noticed that purse!
Selah-
Shalom, Connie
Friday, November 02, 2007
Teacher vs Learner/Writer vs Reader
Who is who? That's my question.
Wednesday I was writing my monthly column. As I write, I image that I'm sitting with a cup of tea and just chatting with a friend. Our conversation runs through my mind and out my fingers onto the keyboard. When I finish writing, I read through it to be sure it flows, to be sure I wrote everything I was thinking. I've been known to leave a sentence or paragraph out because I thought it, but my fingers never caught up.
I edit and rewrite any oops-es; then proofread for punctuation and grammatical errors, and those nasty spelling errors the computer doesn't pick up.
As I was reading through my column, I began to feel an emotion that I couldn't define at first. I glanced up and realized my "reader" was me. The message was for me ~ it was a reflection of music in my life. (You can read it at http://www.positivelyfeminine.org under Beautifully Feminine. My column is called "Connie's Coda.")
The emotion? The overwhelming joy of learning, writing, teaching, and reading all at the same time! I wept knowing how blessed I was.. and am... and continue to be.
Selah-
Shalom, Connie
Wednesday I was writing my monthly column. As I write, I image that I'm sitting with a cup of tea and just chatting with a friend. Our conversation runs through my mind and out my fingers onto the keyboard. When I finish writing, I read through it to be sure it flows, to be sure I wrote everything I was thinking. I've been known to leave a sentence or paragraph out because I thought it, but my fingers never caught up.
I edit and rewrite any oops-es; then proofread for punctuation and grammatical errors, and those nasty spelling errors the computer doesn't pick up.
As I was reading through my column, I began to feel an emotion that I couldn't define at first. I glanced up and realized my "reader" was me. The message was for me ~ it was a reflection of music in my life. (You can read it at http://www.positivelyfeminine.org under Beautifully Feminine. My column is called "Connie's Coda.")
The emotion? The overwhelming joy of learning, writing, teaching, and reading all at the same time! I wept knowing how blessed I was.. and am... and continue to be.
Selah-
Shalom, Connie
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