Scattering Seeds: A Most Magnificent Thing

Scattering Seeds...

SCATTERING SEEDS.

Settling into a comfortable chair, I took a small sip from a cup of steaming aromatic tea. It comforted me as I gazed out the window of the little tea shop. Only minutes ago the sun illuminated the landscape, brightening the rain soaked places that sparkled in the sun. All too soon, however, the accumulation of rain clouds rolled across the sky and closed it up again and the earth darkened.

This was a pensive morning. I had just left a friend who shared deep sorrow -- sorrow so deep that she was still wrapped in the raw pangs of it and unable to accept comfort. I thought about her shattered life and continued looking out the window with thoughts about sorrow and suffering and what we do with it as it shapes our lives. That's when I decided to create this blog. It's a combination of various stories of heartbreak and sorrow in my own life and how I got through each day, each moment, and every second of those wounded times now healed. And so the title, Scattering Seeds. I scatter little seeds of hope and pray that you will be encouraged in your own journey as you read my writings.

One thought comforts me. It's in the lowest valley of humility where we find God's comfort; in the darkest shadow of the mountain where we experience His peace; in climbing the dusty journey up the mountain where we know His power and His strength. Then we are given His vision for that which we can become in His design.

Photo description: A sun-break after the rain.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

A Most Magnificent Thing

Driving home from a doctor's appointment with several medical test request forms lying on the seat next to me, I found myself feeling discouraged and a little frustrated with life and the misery that illness brings. As I contemplated hosting a small pity party for myself, something gliding overhead and just in front of my view caught my attention. I glanced up, being careful to keep most of my focus on the road ahead as I entered the freeway overpass. It was a dark image flying low and across my path as it headed in a northern direction. At first glance I thought it might be one of the f117 stealth fighter planes because it had a most unusual shape. Then the thing moved its wings and I recognized the mighty wing span and the feathery white head -- a very clear image of a mature bald eagle. I had never seen one of these superb creations outside of captivity -- and especially flying over the city! It was a most magnificent thing!

Continuing my homeward journey, I thought about the eagle flying across my path. I looked up through my windshield at the blue sky again, hoping to catch another glimpse, but the eagle was no longer in view. It flew across my path so swiftly, so briefly, but the memory is a treasure I will always keep. One legend has it that eagles deliver messages from God. With this in mind, I thought about the many times God sends me His peace and comfort during difficult times. The Sovereign Lord had, again, reminded me that there is nothing outside of His control as this scripture from His Holy Word came to my thoughts: "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." (Isaiah 40:31) NIV.

As I let go of the discouragement and frustration that bound me like a heavy chain wrapped around my chest, my heart began to sing the song, "It Is Well With My Soul," and my spirit began to soar with renewed strength.

For more information about bald eagles go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bald_Eagle