Author: KWilan

Why would you choose a puddle?

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I live on a lake managed by dams; water rises during the summer and lowers in the winter. We are near what the locals call full pool, and little pockets of water have formed as the lake slowly rises. In my quiet time last week I watched ducks swim in the small pool behind our house. Around and around they went going nowhere. I recalled a parable I heard during a Beth Moore study. On one of her walks she noticed ducks swimming in a puddle. She was amazed that the creatures chose the puddle instead of the lake that was just over the hill. She compared it to people who have chosen small lives when they could have bigger ones. Continue reading →

Words set free….

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I have decided to take my writing to the next level. Excitement soon turned to despair as I continue to sit in front of this computer screen. Nothing but pitiable bits of paragraphs, rambling rubbish. My husband says I am trying too hard. That is rubbish too. How does one try to hard? Am I not to try? “Yes” he says, frustrated with my tantrum, “just write”. I can almost feel his eyes starting to roll, but they don’t, he is too mature for that, too wise. I, however, stick my tongue out at his receding back, as he leaves me to fight with myself. Continue reading →

Next Chapter…

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Nothing says spring like tulips and daffodils. I love when their sweet faces open to the warm sunrays. I know how they feel; I do the same thing after a dark cold period. A storm raged last week and took whatever was left of their blooms and carried them away. Their time has ended and it is now time to make room for other stars of the garden, like the irises, azaleas, and lilacs. Although I am saddened to see them go, I know that their blooms were a foretaste of what is yet to come. Continue reading →

Regret

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I burst into tears the other day. I was watching old episodes of the tv show Parenthood with my youngest who was recuperating from his wisdom teeth being pulled. He was lounging in the chair, half-sleep, when the weekly scene of the family gathering in the garden for dinner came on. In a dreamlike voice, he muttered through swollen checks, “I wish we could have dinners like that.” I watched the family laugh and toast each over flickering candle light. It was so perfect and I too longed for that experience. I have longed for it for as long as I can remember and now my son has inherited the longing. I  was suddenly filled with such disappointment that I could not contain it, tears flowed and sobs broke. My poor son, sat up in his chair, fully awake. “What is wrong?” a fearful voice asks, as if he did or said something horrible. I could only shake my head between gulps of air, trying to reassure him that this outburst was not caused by anything he did. Continue reading →

Storm Warning

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It is possible to put all your hope into something and have that very thing crush your spirit. I had looked forward to a much-needed getaway with my husband and it about severed our relationship. I had envisioned it as bringing us closer together and rekindle a love that was  only a dying ember. I chose a place that we would not have taken the boys, Savannah GA. Continue reading →

Finding Beauty

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Early morning quiet time! It is the first day of spring and just warm enough to sit outside under a layer of blankets. The birds and I watch the sunrise and I can feel the tension melt off me. The breeze gently shakes the willow tree awake. I swear the branches are turning green right before my eyes. It is a perfect setting for my morning cup of coffee with the Lord. Continue reading →

Promise….

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Last week, I spent over an hour looking over seeds packets in a huge display.   I would pick up a packet; give it a shake to hear the contents inside, envisioning each seed becoming a flower. I have had very little success with starting seeds indoors, but long to have my fingers in dirt. I attempted a few varieties last year and only two grew into plants strong enough to survive in the garden.   Continue reading →

Hope

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Last week winter and spring went to war. It look like spring had the upper hand mid-week, but winter had one last fight in him that plagued our world with dark clouds and snow. Oh but by weekend, spring sprung forth with all her glory and the world rejoices.   The crocuses have poked their heads out and opened up. The sweet little flower poses for my camera and shimmers in the sun. At long last I sigh as I close my eyes and turn my face towards the sunshine. I drink it in and allow it to awaken my creativity that has been hibernating.   I feel bolder in weather like this. Stronger after having to endure a dark and bleak time and knowing I am coming out on the other side of it. Continue reading →

Like A Mighty Wind….

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Another snowbound week and I was feeling trapped. I had to find peace and quiet. They go together “peace and quiet”. The problem I have is finding the quiet to have the peace. I have to physically go somewhere away from the activity of my house. Not only away from the noise and demands of my family, but also away from the chores and gadgets that I find that I do not have the discipline to ignore. With the weather as ugly as it has been, it is easy to use that as an excuse for not “running away”. This week I put on my layers of clothing and my thickest socks and headed outdoors. Continue reading →

Stop

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East Tennessee has had serious weather last week. Ice, snow, rain and fog, we have experience it all. The town has been brought to its knees and my world has come to a screeching halt. Strange things happen when the course of your routine changes or in my case slows way down. I became disoriented and maybe a little crazy. In the beginning it was great. Since I can work from home, I got caught up on a few things. Then I dove into learning something new, which is something I love to do. It is not necessarily a bad thing when you are learning a new skill, but there is a fine line that I crossed and it became an obsession. Continue reading →