[2] A Quiet Journal Shared: Reflection
My weekly “quiet journal” moment with you.
🕯 Begin Here (Settle In)
It’s the early morning hours, before the sun climbs over the horizon. I’m sitting in the corner of my cozy couch. Over the past 2 years, it’s become my favorite place to write. My laptop perched on top of my dog’s back. He’s stretched out on my lap as my legs are extended. His sigh of contentment every so often soothes me.
In the mornings after this glorious Easter season, I am still basking in gratitude. It was a different Easter for our little family. My parents were nestled in their little assisted living community. My husband and I found ourselves creating new Easter routines. What could have been a day of remorse or longing, instead was a day of anticipation for the newness of the dawning of a new day, a new routine…
And a renewed thankfulness.
✨ This Week, I Noticed…
God truly stepped in to make this Easter special for me. I’ve reflected each day, and I truly feel that deep in my spirit. I felt as if the entire Easter Sunday day was an orchestration called “Kim’s Easter” – every instrument of nature, whether it be a flower, a sunbeam, a musical note, or the smile of a friend. Each was meticulously placed in just the right moment of time creating a beautiful masterpiece.
Just for me…
Isn’t that the type of relationship He wants us to have with Him? A personal relationship..our Abba Father!
It is, my sweet writery friend, it is! Personal, for YOU!
📖 Scripture I’m Sitting With
I continue to reflect about how God orchestrated our lunch on Easter. It was the first Easter in our 42 years together that I didn’t have to cook a meal or a dish for our family. My sweet hubby requested that I take it easy, and we eat out somewhere. But, it was hilariously funny as we drove from place to place of the different eateries I had on my list…only to find they were closed for Easter. However, we found ourselves at the new local place called Portillos, finally.
After placing our order, and finding a table my hubs pointed out that another couple from our church had arrived. We didn’t know if they saw us. They did. They navigated to the table next to ours, and moved their little 2 seater table next to us. We instantly had visitors for lunch. It wasn’t something we planned. But, God worked out a blessing for me. Visiting with them and becoming better acquainted brought joy to my heart. Some things they said during our visit also helped me some of my personal situations a little more clearly. It was a pleasant moment and caused me to think of this Proverb.
Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of a friend springs from their heartfelt advice. (Proverbs 27:9, NIV)
🌱 A Gentle Wondering
The scripture, like the tendril of a young climbing Morning Glory plant, has once again touched my soul regarding my creative life…writing…and more specifically..
Community of writers…supporting each other.
Encouraging
Uplifting
I am noticing that in my new season of caregiving with a supporting team around me, has allowed me to consider being more “available and out there” to encourage my sweet writer friends.
It’s my heart…my passion…
To encourage YOU, sweet reader, to write your words.
🙏 A Soft Prayer
Holy Lord,
Please meet me here. In my present now with my present need. Even the things that I may not know I need, but You do.
✍️ An Open-Handed Invitation
I’ve learned a new exercise for memoir writing. But, it is something I think all writers could do as a little writing fun. I invite you to think about all your senses..
Sight
Smell
Touch
Taste
Hear
To make it easy for you, let’s think about when you ate one of your meals yesterday. Write a word, phrase, or short sentence describing what each of your senses experienced.
What did you see?
What did you smell?
What did you touch?
What did you taste?
What did you hear?
It sounds so simple to do this writing exercise, but it truly opens up your writing experience!
🌙 Closing the Page
That is all..
A quiet hope of another word written.
A soft goodbye to the end of the page..
An eternal gratitude for this creative craft of writing…
Hugs from my desk to yours and peeking over the garden wall,
Kim