Reading Between the Lines

empty-calendarBefore I bring you my thoughts on the title, I’d like to remind you to follow my blog and update you on my marketing progress. I’ve had a wonderful response from family, neighbors and friends on my memoir  Locker Room Angels. I’m very grateful for their positive feedback. It makes me resolve to get it into the hands of others who might benefit from our story of hope and our Blessings on the Journey.  Locker Room Angels is available on Amazon. Of course if you know me, please contact me for a signed copy.

Now onto some thoughts I’ve had about Blessings on the Journey. Recently I’ve been exposed to conversations and epiphanies that have brought meaning to this old adage – Read Between the Lines. Last week at a book club meeting, we discussed how profound spiritual insights we’ve experienced lose much of their power when we try to capture them with words. It seems their impact cannot be expressed with our limited earthly vocabulary. Reading Between the lines allows us to experience the concept and change our understanding profoundly – ahh moments result.

I read a devotion earlier in the week that shifted my thinking about how to organize my days.  I identified with the author as she spoke about having more time in retirement, but she’d lost much of the energy she enjoyed in her workaholic past. As she endeavored to fill in her calendar, she was struck with the idea that she’d exchange her extensive to do list for a blank page and ask God what to do each day.

I pictured a big blank calendar with only the date claiming real estate in the empty white squares. My mind filled in doctor appointments, exercise and the routine needs of life, but large white spaces remained. I vowed to fight to keep those spaces open and ask God how they’d best be used.

The next day I looked back at the devotion that inspired me and found that only one sentence talked about that blank page. It wasn’t her main point. I’d  been led to read between the lines creating a thought shifting lesson with only that single sentence as an impetus. Her essay looked completely different from what I recollected.

What a Blessing on the Journey when God speaks so concretely yet mysteriously as He reveals His messages camouflaged between the lines.

More on Words

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I often wake up tired and not excited about the day before me. I drag myself to the kitchen and start my Keurig. I ask Doug how he is doing and hope for an ‘okay.’

While the coffee is dripping into my cup, I gather up my devotion books and journals, distracting myself from my sleepiness by racing to see I can get back to the kitchen before the cup is full. I open my devotion book and, more often then not, the message is right on for lifting my spirits and reminding me of how much I have to be grateful for.

Though it’s been a while since  I decided that gratitude was the antidote to feeling sad and blue, I need to be constantly reminded. I force myself to write in my prayer journal  things I’m thankful for. Family, friends, our home, cars, jobs, abundance that allows us to enjoy not just needs but wants as well.

Soon I’m on a roll. I feel grateful for the smiles and hugs of my grandkids, FaceTime that allows me to feel close to the three who are in Denver. The smallest, Otto, is a curly headed two-year old angel. I can’t see the image of him blowing me kisses on my tiny phone screen without grinning. He tells me he’s going poop on the potty. I can witness it in the present moment. I would hate to miss that milestone because I’m six hundred miles away.

Soon I have filled a page with gratitude, and my attitude is right with the world.  Nothing has changed physically, but words read and written have renewed me. I move into the day ready to find good things along the path and energy for the struggles. Worry and fear are pushed back into proper perspective. I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t start my day this way, I’m not brave enough to try it.