Wow! The little counter over on the left says this is my 500th blog entry. And I was worried I would have nothing to say after the first month.
I never knew, when I dared to overcome my technophobia to find an outlet for my poems, paintings, photos and musings, that God would have so much more to teach me than overcoming fear of computerese. I sometimes questioned the wisdom of writing about events of this annus horibilis before there was any evidence of it becoming annus mirabilis. And who knew it was going to be an annus horibilis anyway?
What if things don’t work out? What if I die of ovarian cancer? What if the depression comes back? What if our miracle grandbaby doesn’t make it to term? What if our son-in-love dies of necrotizing fasciitis? What if our son and his family never recover losses from the flood? Maybe I should wait before I write about them, to make sure God answers our prayers.
Then it occurred to me that I am not in charge of God’s P.R.. This is what it is like to walk in faith, not knowing how the cliff-hanger ends. (And honestly I did not make this stuff up. It has been a horrible time -and a miraculous time.) I have also noted that my anxious questions starting with “what if” seldom come in God’s tender voice.
So to celebrate 500 posts I have chosen not the five most popular blogs but five with the most meaning to me -some of them written in blood and some of them written in tears of joy. Five, because the number 5 is symbolic of grace, and Charis, my chosen name, means grace in Koine Greek, the language of the New Testament. (Psallo means song, and since I have lived a life full of songs it seemed appropriate.)
Right off the bat I’m going to cheat on my own rules because these two posts are part of one story that cannot be separated (and I can do that -my blog, my rules, and my bending of rules) This is about how God took something utterly horrible and turned it into something miraculously wonderful. These were written during the time many excellent doctors expected our son-in-love to die from multiple overwhelming complications after contracting an extremely severe case of flesh-eating disease. He has been restored to full health and the story is just too too too good not to tell over and over -so it goes first. Love is Louder and Love is Louder part II
For the second I am going back into history. After spending decades drowning in soul-crushing depressive mental illness, I was raised up out of the depths. Bluer than Blue
One of the hardest parts in co-operating with Jesus’ healing work and recovering from the prison of the past is the struggle with forgiveness. Letting Go is a poem about stepping away from practised anger and entrenched bitterness.
Red Button, Yellow Button is one of my favourites because the older I get the more I appreciate the insightful wisdom of children before we educate it out of them.
Finally, Night Vision, because Jesus Christ is the Lover of my soul and my greatest desire is to know him and live in his presence.
So now the beautiful, sorrowful, joyful, frustrating, exhilarating journey continues.
To borrow from The Proclaimers I would like to make a proclamation of my own:
But I would write 500 blogs
And I would write 500 more
Just to be the one who wrote 1000 blogs
To tell you God is good.
And yes, He will restore.
These were some of my favourites, too. (I also have some favourite art. There were poppies in a back alley, once. And the lonely, small house in the mountains. And many, many more.) Writing through it, before you know the end of it, is powerful.
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Thanks so much, Janelle. You support has been so wonderful!
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Ooops. I accidently hit my own like button on my way to something else. I’m really not that vain –although I did say that these were some of my favourites, didn’t I? hmmmmmm
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I am encouraged and challenged to dig deeper still, every time I read a post that you have written. Thank you for continuing to share your life with us, even the tough stuff – as your story is an ongoing one of both human frailty and His grace and strength. ❤
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Every time I see your smile in that bright-eyed avatar I feel cheered and encouraged. To know that someone reads and connects is all a writer ever wants. God bless you!
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Congratulations on your 500th post! Your sharing of your family and all of your stories, the beautiful photography and all your creativity. I know you have much more to share and look forward to all of them. 🙂
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Thank you so much for your encouragement, Hazel. May the Son shine brightly in your heart today.
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Thank you Charis!
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you’re not only named appropriately but you ARE equally excelling in it! God is extremely pleased with you ! You teach me everyday “Grace.” All my love & admiration ~Debbie
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Bless you, dear Deborah. Singing *We belong to a mu-tu-al admiration society*
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The songs and cries of your heart always encourage me to see (and seek) God in new ways. You bless me always.
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And you bless mine. And what else can two blessed people do but praise the Lord!!
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CONGRATULATIONS! 500 POSTS, WOW! Looking forward to seeing 500 more.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
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Thank you, Francine!
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Beautiful thoughts, and I love what you did with the Proclaimers’ song there 🙂 Here’s to the next 500!
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Thank you so much! Blessings on your new life in the mountains.
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