one post at a time

It is amazing how our blogs grow, one post at a time.  I’m rereading old posts and grateful for how our collections of work grow over time.  I read a lot of educational research in college, and sometimes a lot of data would make the simple point that “time on task” means so much.

I’ve read books about faith, creativity, and writing by Madeleine L’Engle, Luci Shaw, Anne Lamott, Julia Cameron, Ann Voskamp, and many others.  I can’t follow all the recommendations at one time, but am always encouraged to be in their company – and yours.

And I admire how people of all ages simply begin a blog and make a commitment to practice their craft, and allow all of us to share in their growth.  There’s a wonderful spirit of both humility and courage.

The Psalms gave me my language back, along with great comfort and consolation, during a difficult time.  Reading again and again is my spiritual practice.  Yesterday on my first blog, I wrote:

rereading Psalms
colors of leaves
a deeper gold


Now also when I am old . . . Psalm 71


Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation.  Psalm 71: 18 (KJV)

I’m rereading favorite old books . . . a page here, a poem there.

turning the page
of an older book
the age in my hands

Rereading is restful I find.  Sometimes I simply remember how hard an event was the last time I read a selection, and I put the book down and thank God, basking in His Love for a few moments.

Blessings, Ellen

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“He remembereth we are dust” Psalm 103


writing and reading
I don’t see the dust . . .

then seeing
I remember

and know He does not forget

and understands
with Love

Psalm 103: 14  For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth we are dust.

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