Nothing escaped her lips.
Her deafening silence
Yearned me to ask why.
But, respect tied my tongue.
Now, I study her face.
Now, I study her face.
A small tree stood out among the giant trees. It seemed as it wanted to say something to me.
I asked my daughter go stand by the tree.
Then, I realized, how tall the tree actually was compared to my daughter, who is much taller than me.
It’s was a good reminder to myself of who or what am I comparing myself to. It’s not about my outward height or abilities, but how I persevere the circumstances and people in my heart.
Will they become giants who will overshadow me?
Or, will I ignore them as if they are not worth my time and energy?
I hope and pray, that I will not think of myself as better than anyone else or shrink back because of what I have to face or what others say to me.
Instead, I’ll be strong and steadfast in what I believe as I encourage others to overcome their struggles.
Life is too precious to run and hide.
I chose to persevere by leaning a hand and lift a soul with my thoughts and words, as I too try to survive.
On a frozen bench
I found my heart
It faced tomorrow
While it held
It showed me
How there’s plenty
room for more
It has been several days since I’ve posted anything, only because I’ve been spending time with my daughter. She turned twenty-three years-old this week and she still captivates my motherly heart.
Even though, we both would have loved to stay indoors, next to a cozy fire, we ventured out on a foggy, cold day and hiked the hoarfrost land.
When she returns to her work, in Seattle, Washington she will be absent from my life, but never gone from my heart.
I’ve frozen these past days the Lord allowed me to have with her. In the future, I’ll take a moment, like an ice-cube, from this week, thaw it out and relive the memory of our exploration as I drink from my past.
In spite of the cold, freezing day in Anchorage, Alaska and it’s ice, slippery paths, we talked, laughed, and giggled the whole way, especially when we slipped and slid down the slanting path to the beach.
Here are a few photos of her in the Kincaid park, a winter wonderland in Anchorage, Alaska. At the end are photos of a baby whale carcass. Which she wanted to see.
The young whale was washed to shore in late September. Now the carcass looks like deformed frozen stones. Once, one get’s close to the decomposing form one can see it was a whale, a spiritual being for the Native Alaskan tribes.