If it weren’t for the boiling August heat, this is where I’d like to be right now…watching the tide come in and out on Turkey Creek, in my own backyard.  Living in a house so close to a swamp (“marsh” is the politically correct term if you are in real estate) is a bittersweet blessing.  On the one hand, there is endless beauty and peace that inspires me to draw; on the other, when circumstances align (like the alignment of planets, almost) such as a full moon, high tide, and a four to six inch sudden downpour, the backyard becomes a lake and, once in a great while, my husband’s studio (a.k.a enclosed garage) gets cleansed, much like baptism by immersion.  We have learned to cope with this disappointing situation by not keeping valuables on the floor, though sometimes we forget and get caught by surprise (such as the night about a year ago when our daughter was in a wreck during a rainstorm and while we went to be with her on the side of the interstate, our son was at home dealing with the flooded studio!  We didn’t care a lick about the damaged stuff because we were so grateful she was okay!).  Even though this is the bitter part of the blessing, it is still very sweet to appreciate this beautiful place on our tiny “island” on Turkey Creek and feel like we hear the heartbeat of heaven in the midst of the burbs.  It’s just that sometimes it beats too loud and fast and we get slammed with a double whammy!  Many things in life are like this, I think, and we have to learn to take the bitter with the sweet. 


Heartbeat of Heaven

Heartbeat of heaven, how can I hear…Your silent rhythm through ev’ry tear?

Heartbeat of heaven, open my ears…Your gentle rhythm quiets my fears.

Heartbeat of heaven, silence my care…be in the quiet pause of my prayer.

Heartbeat of heaven, I hear Your call…You are my comfort, I give You my all.

Heartbeat of heaven, beat in my heart…we are in rhythm in ev’ry part.

Heartbeat of heaven, pull my heartstrings…Your Love is pulsing in living things.

This is the beat of the Lord, feel His Heart pulse in the air.  His is the Voice of accord, come hear His song everywhere.

These are song lyrics I wrote many years ago inspired by a walk on the beach, one of many escape trips for solitude in the midst of raising children.  If there be any good that I do, know that it is because of Christ; and of course I don’t credit Him with the bad, I own it all and ask for His mercy, thankful for the gifts of grace that find me when I’m lost.   

Yesterday I heard the tragic news of two small boys found drowned, still strapped in their carseats and a mother’s part in this horrible event is being investigated. Last month it was a two year old found dead in a concrete filled trash can. How do we hear of such things and not be filled with tears or dread or rage or hate? But for the grace of God there go I. And we must pray for the children as Christ knows each by name…Lord, have mercy.

Hush, little child, little child of God Divine,
God will be here, will be near, sweet child of mine.
Hush little child, little child of God Divine,
Fear not the dark, not the dark, where Light will shine.
Rest little child, little child, angels are near.
They will keep watch, will keep watch, wipe every tear.
Rest little child, little child, angels are here.
You are God’s hope, shining hope, no need to fear.


“How can you live sweetly amid the vexatious things, the irritating things, the multitude of little worries and frets, which lie all along your way, and which you cannot evade?  You cannot at present change your surroundings.  Whatever kind of life you are to live, must be lived amid precisely the experiences in which you are now moving.  Here you must win your victories or suffer your defeats.  No restlessness or discontent can change your lot.  Others may have circumstances surrounding them, but here are yours.  You had better make up your mind to accept what you cannot alter.  You CAN live a beautiful life in the midst of your present circumstances.”   J.R.Miller

I don’t know who this guy is but I love this quote and it made me think of this picture from Folly Beach, SC, one of my favorite thinking spots.  Somehow sitting in the midst of all that driftwood makes me think of the vexatious things in my life, yet the beautiful sea endlessly smoothes the rough edges with the crash of every wave. 


Living in the south there is one thing I have discovered…the beauty of a cypress swamp.  There is serenity to behold even while taking cautious steps to avoid the alligators and snakes that live there.  Pink flowers have become symbols for me of this woman’s claim to independence and an affirmation of the Self against oppression. 


Trying something new…again….

Well, earlier I tried to post my first blog and it disappeared!  Obviously, I am no expert on these social media opportunities and I have to wonder if I am cut out for this new endeavor but patience and perseverance are key.  I thought this cyberspace outlet might be a good way for me to claim two of my passions: writing and creating art!  We’ll see how it goes…so this blog will be about snippets and snatches of a life, wanderings and meanderings of a mind, amidst the backdrop of daily life. 

Trying something new…

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