Mantel, Mantle...morning reflections

As is my usual habit, I was sitting with the Lord this morning. The house...deathly quiet. Only a few almost silent sounds I heard; the ticking of a clock, the hum of a faithful twenty year refrigerator, the deep breaths of two dreaming pups curled up close, and the occasional tweets of the birds outside calling forth the dawn.

I sit, stilling my thoughts.  I've been looking at the mantel in the room for awhile when I hear the Lord say, "Look at the mantel."  I chuckle inwardly, knowing exactly what He means.  How many of us look, but not see....or see, but not look?  "Yes, Lord. Okay, I am looking at the mantel."

This mantel of mine tells a story. It's but one look into my soul, but a look nonetheless.

The picture hanging above the mantel was the very first picture Brian and I bought, twenty three long years ago. Lord, the deliberation put into buying it. Such peace it brought to me then as it does now; a picture of a simpler, yet I know not easier, time period in history. Just look at that fluffy field and simple home.... and then there are the trees...you know me and trees....they'll always speak their lessons to me. I am thankful the deliberation  ended as it did.

And then there are these. The pictures speak for themselves, yet the reflection of them brings tears, even as my heart fights to smile. Lord, how that persevering heart has fought battle after battle through the years.

Do you see the smaller objects?

To the far right, there sits the gas fireplace remote. Fire; now there is something to ponder indeed. This morning, I ponder it in the reflection of Him who is within me; my sustaining Fire, absolutely essential to life itself. The two objects in the center were given to me by my children.  Amber made the turtle years ago.  I kept it because it reminds me of two prophetic words given to me long ago. One was given to me in the form of an email I kept, dated 12/28/2003. Curious; it seems far longer ago than thirteen years; much life has been lived in those thirteen years. The two prophetic words came on the heels of one another, and they both spoke to my endurance and my perseverance. The pine cone, when handed to me by tiny hands then, spoke to me concerning life's abundant potential. I ponder, every time my eyes catch sight of that pine cone on the mantel, all the seeds God generously grants to us, just as I also ponder the squandering of those seeds. And then there is the rose. Oh, the rose. That rose is profoundly symbolic to me, and those who read my article, "The Dying Roses" (scroll over to follow the link, if desired), will understand why. 

And then, there are these.  If you have been to my home, you know there are stacks of books in just about every nook of the house.  I love books.  My mother and father taught me the joy of books from an early age. Weekly my mother would take my brother and me to the library.  Lord, we would check out so many books with every trip! Those memories are sweet indeed! I faithfully passed that habit on to my children.  Even my eldest who bucked those trips in his youth now sees the wisdom in reading.... and the joy! And lastly, but with significance, do you see Dory atop the stack?  Dory, given to me by my youngest in 2008, has been my mascot ever since.....  "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...."  (scroll over to follow the link, if desired)

After my reflections concerning my mantel, the Lord shifted my gears, "Now, what about your mantle?"

Curious how the reversal of two little letters can turn one's thoughts so quickly.

He began the conversation with the question, and He ended it with a "to be continued..."

I know this will be His focus with me this week.

This has been a circumstantially difficult year, but for those who have read my book, you know it is both my experience and my testimony that to grow in God demands both an understanding and a personal discipline where by life's circumstances do NOT shape us.  No, those committed to growth understand it is the ever increasing ability to navigate life's circumstances that shape us.

Circumstances are a given in this life, and though they are ever changing, God is not. Those who are in Him, focus on Him....not the ever changing circumstances of life.

I do not control the things in this world.  I do not control anyone or anyone's choices, but I do control how I choose to navigate through, over, and around all that comes at me as I traverse this land not my home. I am eternal in Christ, but while on this earth and with God as my witness, I will steward my time here well....from the smallest details onward.

So, yes, Lord, what about that mantle?
Your daughter listens.....