choices

Why would you choose a puddle?

KWilan 1 Comment

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 →

Regret

KWilan 4 Comments

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 →

INTO THE WOODS…

KWilan 2 Comments

What I love about east Tennessee in January is that snow could be in the forecast one day and the next day will be sunny and warm. Last weekend the weather was perfect. The boys and I took full advantage of it with a couple of hikes. I am not much of a hiker but I have recently read two books about women hiking alone. One hiked the Pacific Crest trail and a sixty-seven year old grandma hiked the Appalachian. I suppose this was my inspiration to hike. Continue reading →