“At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?”
At Blackwater Pond
from Mary Oliver’s New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1
Holidays have come and gone, and twinkle lights still shine. The season of winter wearies my soul. More dark than light. Dreary weather, lifeless plants, bare trees, the cold, they throw me into a restlessness I can’t seem to shake.
I am traveling a road that sends me reeling into the past. The road is fraught with painful memories brought back to life. Memories that wreck me, stirring my restless heart.
Yesterday, Lisa took us through Joshua 4:1-8. The Israelites had just crossed the Jordon River, God instructed Joshua to have the leaders of the twelve tribes to pick up stones and place them in remembrance of delivering them safely across the Jordon.
So the men did as Joshua had commanded them. They took twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan River, one for each tribe, just as the Lord had told Joshua. They carried them to the place where they camped for the night and constructed the memorial there.”
Joshua 4:8 NLT
I’m not prone to believe in coincidences, I am more likely to search for Divine interventions, appointments. Look to the places where I was carried across the river of unholy hard and place my own remembering stones.
This Bible Study came for such a time as this.
As I revisit the past.
“When we remember the help of God in the past, we declare hope over our life for the future.” Lisa Whittle from the Declare Bible Study
I stumbled upon these words, words I had written:
“He wooed me. Wowed me. Slowly filled my empty heart back up with Him.
I became in tune to His voice. The quiet whisperings into my heart, through His Spirit.”
Those were the days when simply surviving was all I could manage.
The days when I tumbled into the arms of God.
I hold the memory stones in my hand, Living water pours over my heart, all I can think is this:
“Oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?” Mary Oliver
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I had the opportunity to meet Tim at The Nest Fest back in October, making the book and his story more personal.
I am loving it!
“Today, look behind you. Look where God has taken you-the mountains and the valleys, the dark times and light.” ~Timothy Willard from Longing For More
Currently Reading Erin Loechner’s Chasing Slow.
“I pull them out from time to time, just to see, just to remember. When I do, I read the words of a young girl who kept working so hard for more, even when it was making her so much less.” Erin Loechner
If you can relate to that, pick up this book. Not only is it filled with words of wisdom, it is exquisitely laid out!
Gifts of Grace