Thursday, July 17, 2014

the outside place.

We were walking through the Cosmosphere when I read about one of the early astronauts and the trouble he had getting back into his capsule after finishing a task on its exterior.

'It was both physically and emotionally difficult to re-enter,' he said,'Physically because the suit had expanded; emotionally because it was so beautiful outside I could not bear to go back in.'

The capsule was his lifeblood for the moment, but was really only a vehicle winging him through space.  The world he yearned for, had worked toward, the summation of his life’s work was outside those walls.

It made me wonder how I define the walls of my world, drawing lines and making demands that shrink life, when the goodness of God is a vast place calling me outward.  It’s not a cramped little cell spinning me forward.

His goodness is the outside place.

The difference is that I can live out there in that beauty, and don’t have to come back in to the smallness I create in order to survive.

-lindasinklings
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Sunday, July 6, 2014


'Anne roamed through the pineland
 alleys in the park and, as she  said, let that great sweeping  wind blow the fogs out of her  soul.'

-Anne of the Island, 
 Lucy Maud Montgomery
I once heard Condoleezza Rice speak at an event.  She spoke eloquently of her position in the White House, the people she had met around the world, her family and faith. 

At the conclusion she said this:
'I was a little girl from Birmingham, Alabama, daughter of a preacher, whose childhood friend was killed during church with a homemade bomb.  
A girl who was told she couldn’t sit at the Woolworth’s counter to eat a hamburger--but she could grow up to be President of the United States…and ended up being Secretary of State.'

While society told her one thing, her parents told her another. 
If we are limited by what we have been told, maybe we are listening to the wrong voices.

-lindasinklings
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Friday, July 4, 2014

I found you.

'I found you.'
I turned around to find a set of blue eyes peering from behind the kitchen chair.  He had wedged himself past the table and around the legs of grown-ups to the chair nearest me at the sink.

'I found you.'

I finished spinning the lettuce for salad, watching him play on the floor nearby, my thoughts whirling as I realized I don’t say it enough. 

I found you. 
There you are. 
More often what I say is, ‘Here I am.’

We all want to be found, to know that we are sought out and noticed.  That our presence is noted and a glorious addition to someone’s day.

There you are, I found you.  And I’m stopping just a minute to really see you today.  Because the world is better because you’re in it.


-lindasinklings
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