Unmistakeably Me

About once a year, I pull out the blue file folder. You know, the one stuffed inside the other blue-glitter-star folder that’s stuffed inside the navy blue binder that’s sitting on my shelf beside the huge, black, duct-taped binder that I refuse to replace. I add to it (the blue file folder) periodically as I clean out my desk, my notebooks, my Bible, my truck, my…world. It is overflowing (hence it is twice stuffed) with snippets of songs and poems and ideas that could–with the attention I struggle to give them–become songs and poems.

I know. I’m rambling. Try to stay with me a little longer.

I sift through it, looking for…I’m not sure what. Memories? Odd phrases? Something pliable? Something familiar? Sometimes I go in with an idea. My thought process is something like this:

Sar–remember when you went to Covered Road in Atlantic Mine that Autumn when Jenn had to crawl through the window of your car? You laid on the ground and stared up at the colors and were mesmerized? Right. There was a Sh*pko receipt in your pocket (remember? You bought a new pair of jeans from Sh*pko just to drive to Houghton to see the colors because you had been working and hadn’t done laundry). You wrote a short verse on the back of that Sh*pko receipt.

And thus–I need to find the Sh*pko receipt. I know. It’s a messed-up system. But it works for me. Or…it doesn’t give me too much grief, anyway!

But more often than not, I don’t go looking for anything; I just go looking. I just need the familiarity of my own words. I’ve been eyeing the binder-folder-folder for at least a week now. With everything in my life so haywire right now, I needed…I wanted something unmistakeably me.

And here, I share two of those “unmistakeably me’s” with you.

Poem  – 06.02.2007 :

Without the night, can you know the dawn?

Without silence, can you know the joy of song?

Without despair, can you know peace?

I thank You, Lord, for all of these.

For the day I was broken, and when I was made whole;

For all I have learned, and all I still don’t know;

For all of the doubt that helps me believe,

I thank You, Jesus, for all of these.

Poem Fragment  – 01.29.2007 :

Gently he holds her, softly they speak

The hum of the fire lulls them almost to sleep

She’s so content just to be in his arms

And he’s so content, knowing he holds her heart

And what more could they want?

Such a blessing, after all these years,

to still love.

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3 Responses to Unmistakeably Me

  1. Dave Wade says:

    “For all I have learned, and all I still don’t know…”

    A thoughtful reflection, Sister, one often in my mind and heart.

    Our little congregation has experienced the passing of three delightful youth in the last year and a half, causing the ubiquitous human question “why” to cross our simple minds. My comfort comes from a living trust in Christ. Trust (and the Holy Spirit) prompted this solemn admonition on the part of Moses in order to close the series of blessings and curses which he has just delivered.

    “The secret things belong unto Jehovah our God; but the things that are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law.” Deuteronomy 29:29

    secret H5641 = hidden

    revealed H1540 = advertised, disclosed

    law H8451 = a statute, perhaps The Decalogue

    John Wesley comments: “The ways and judgments of God, tho’ never unjust, are often times hidden from us, unsearchable by our shallow capacities, and matter for our admiration, not our enquiry. But the things which are revealed by God and his word, are the proper object of our enquiries, that thereby we may know our duty, and be kept from such terrible calamities as those previously mentioned.”

    I am jealous of the three gone on to their reward, and yet trust His plans and provisions while mourning with the families involved.

    Your final line “I thank You, Jesus, for all of these.” sums it up well for the both of us, methinks. What we don’t know is a lot, but what we do brings enormous comfort. This concept is what “our children” must be taught in order for them to survive and prosper in the coming troubles.

  2. iceangel16 says:

    I will never forget having to climb in your car window. I was wearing my Scooby shirt and you have a pic of me crawling in somewhere.

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