Scenes from Chincoteaque, VA
I honor of National Poetry Month, I share one of my favorite children’s poems by one of my favorite poets. It’s fun. I have used it with middle school students as inspiration for their own writing. I ate chocolate in front of them, licking my fingers, smiling. That got their attention. Especially when I gave them chocolate when I was finished.
After reading yesterday’s blog post by Audrey Havlin, I realized eleven days late that it’s National Poetry Month. I have sorely neglected the free writing poet in me, so I will try at least once each week to share an original poem. This one is not new. The next ones will be.
My Wounds and my Joys
My wounds and my joys
the frightening state
of my mind they
are vastly different
yet walk the same
seeming tied together
Sitting at the Subaru dealership about 15 minutes from the school where this horrible tragedy happened yesterday morning gave me a different perspective than if I had been at home. My mother and I watched news reports for the hour and a half we waited on her car to be serviced. We were frequently visited by the service manager whose son attends that school. He was getting updates from his son and others he knew. His son did not attend school that day. It was the first day in eleven years that he stayed home because he was ill. The son’s girlfriend was present and was stabbed in the face. Information from this guy was more accurate than what the news reports were offering. He knew the police chief, the FBI agent, all the players at the school they interviewed. For me, this meant a far more intimate view of the tragedy than if I were at home following it on Twitter or something. I woke up knowing I needed to pray for the young man who was on life support last night. I am also praying for the young man who did this (and his family) as well as all those who didn’t seem to notice that he needed help. Seeing him on camera briefly, it was clear that he is just a child. Finally, I am thanking God that this young man chose knives instead of a gun.
As a writer, I will admit that my presence there was not likely an accident. I don’t know why I was there on that day (I told my mother to schedule for the 7th, 8th or 10th) , but at some point, as usually happens, I will understand why it was important for me to be there.
I was looking for a short novel to read last Sunday. I was tired, and just needed to de-stress. This book was the perfect choice . The characters are very likeable, the plot was well developed. It was the perfect mix of romance and suspense. I loved that it was a Christian read that followed Christian principles without being preachy. Laura J. Marshall is a great writer. I’m looking forward to reading the sequel.
This book is a collection of stories and reflections on situations the author found herself in. She uses scripture, her faith, and her past experiences to relate how she was made stronger and better by each experience, and “talks” to the reader about how they too can be encouraged through the difficulties in their journey. Each reflection is filled with so much power that I only read one each day. I was really blessed by this book.
This book worked really well for me as a devotional read. The author walks us through some very challenging moments that she and her family had to get through . She takes us through how each of them grew her as person and helped build her faith (and strengthened her family). I loved how transparent she was, and how she would use each challenge to reflect on what God wanted her to do. As usual, Cheryl made me reflect on my experiences and to see them in new ways.
Each of us can choose how we handle each day, each challenge, each circumstance. Today, I choose to look for enjoyment in each moment.
Today I read a blog post that inspired me in that direction. May it inspire you as well.