We go together
Like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong
As shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom
Chang chang changitty chang sha-bop
That’s the way it should be
Below are my entries into this weeks Photo Challenge: Capture a shadow.
I’m not quite sure if reflections count as legitimate shadows, but I loved the shadowy reflections captured in this photo.
Last year, we were able to spend a few days in Newport Rhode Island, to celebrate our 10th anniversary. I took the above photo on one of our evening walks.
When we lived in New Hampshire, we were only five minutes from Hampton Beach. When this particular photo was taken, our life was in crisis mode because of a job loss. We actually worried of becoming homeless. During those months, we took many steps in the sand.
Autumn is my favorite time of year. We always looked forward to visiting Applecrest Farms during their annual Harvest Festival. On this particular outing, our dogs, Danica and Dolly went with us. Above, Danica looks to be surveying the clearing, beyond the shadows that hold her captive.
Morris is our rescue kitty we got from a friend. You probably can’t see them, but he actually has freckles on his nose. Of course, red hair and freckles are the norm for us gingers. Ginger Power! Morris loves the outdoors. In this photo he is lounging on the back porch taking in some rays. The shadow of his head reminds me of Batman.
My morning devotional, that I try to consume every day with a cup of coffee, told me, “We can live by the truth of God’s word and not by the way we feel.”
I grew up with low self esteem. I never felt good enough. As a child, I didn’t understand this to be a lack of self worth, rather it was just “my normal.”
One of my earliest memories of this was when I was in kindergarten. A symphony came to visit our school. It was a beautiful day outside, so the group set up their instruments and played under the pine trees of our school yard. As a poor kid, living in a cotton mill town, I had never heard such beauty. Spellbound, I sat crossed legged in the pine straw, trembled, and thought, “This is too beautiful, and I’m not good enough…”
At five years old, this was my realty.
Forty some years later, my knee-jerk reaction is to fall back into that same crippling mentality.
I want to be a writer and I think…“I’m not good enough…”
I want to be an artist and I think… “I’m not good enough…”
I want to be a friend and I think… “I’m not good enough…”
I want to be accepted and I think… “I’m not good enough…”
…and the list goes on and on…
Now, that I’m older, I realize I can rise above these feelings, …but sometimes…sometimes…I…. well, sometimes I just don’t…
So, it’s always refreshing when I read or hear words of encouragement. They become a balm, soothing and healing my soul as they are applied.
Eagerly, I hold fast to what God says about me. I eat it all the day long. I breathe into my being. I long for it to become my reality.
What does God say about me?
You are God’s masterpiece. (Ephesians 2:10)
Whatever God says about me, He also says about you.
For the past week I’ve lived a defeated life. I’ve lived as though my fears had come to fruition, and those things I dreaded the most, had arrived and taken their abode in my life.
In truth, I had surrendered, even before the battle had begun.
Yesterday, a friend sent this text, “in all these things we are more than conquerors through Christ.” It touched and warmed my heart, but still I continued my day as a lamb headed toward its fate.
This morning, I got out of bed with the same mindset. Like a zombie I dragged toward the coffee maker, and set it in motion. As my coffee brewed, I mindlessly began to fill three bowls with kibble and hefty dollops of beef stew from a can. Three wagging tails increased pace as I set the bowls on the floor.
Coffee in hand, I sat to read my morning devotion that was slated for this second day in February. (I have the app “Power Thoughts” on my phone and try to read it everyday) The words I read, roused me from slumber…
“The Bible states that we are more than conquerors, and we are to reign as kings in life, through Jesus Christ.”
There it was again, “…we are more than conquerors…”
Coincidence? Some may say, “yes,” but for me, it was a gentle shake of my shoulders, waking me to reality. I am the child of a King, and my Father wants me to live as such.
Come what may, poverty, loneliness or any other trouble, still I am more than a conqueror through Christ.
In this life, He lives within me, and in the next I’ll live with Him, forever.
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” Romans 8: 35;37