I do get puzzled by what I am given at times. Do not mix this up with anger, as they are not the same. A puzzle provides a challenge, anger provides trouble and stress. A challenge is worthy, anger is not. Continue to welcome puzzles in life, while turning away any kind of anxiety.
~Marie T. Morrison~
Thursday, July 14, 2011
THE RIGHT TIME
While helping someone in a positive way, with an excited response seen in return, it was not taken that way by one individual. Rather than taking it personally, I read it as not understanding the moment. I pray instead that the other will learn why it is important to teach a lesson at the here and now, not at a later time. Do not ever give up in what you and God believe is right.
~Marie T. Morrison~
~Marie T. Morrison~
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
TRYING
I misread what was in front of me, seeing “I am trying not to get tired,” instead of what it actually said, “I am trying not to get fired.” It made me smile, as I knew it was a message sent to me, telling me that to go ahead and keep going, to not let the idea of ‘tired’ get in the way. I know I will not be left alone as I move forward!
~Marie T. Morrison
~Marie T. Morrison
Sunday, July 10, 2011
SAYING IT WRONG
In my younger days, I would join a group of about eight friends every weekend for a cross country skiing experience. I loved being out there, conversing with God as I trekked up the mountainside, feeling the crisp air of 10,000+ feet, being buried deep among the trees, seeing the elite touch of each needle blanketed in snow, keeping snuggly warm, as I made my own path in the woods. I would be telling God how happy I was, what great friends I was with, thanking Him for this opportunity to be placed in such a “mighty fine” place. Where I had originally hated the cold, snowy season, not looking forward to driving the icy roads, I had become in love with this time of year, once I was introduced to cross country skiing. I was now in my own haven, loving the snow. Still a child at heart, I would scoop up a hand full of fresh fallen snow once in awhile, eating my snow cone, the flavor of nature, as melting snowflakes dribbled from my lips.
Though I would have my constant good-humored conversations with God as I climbed upwards toward the summit, expressing to Him how this coming week I would really try to stop a certain bad habit or withhold a conversation about a fellow co-worker, I would also be telling Him my big wish for the day. I would always making it to the summit just fine, but when it was time to ski down the mountainside I just climbed, I would fall down within seconds of starting my descent. I would not just fall once or twice, I would fall the whole way down. My fellow skier friends would zoom by, calling out to make sure I was doing okay, just being a split second blur before they were far below me. By now, they knew my routine of being on the ground more than on two feet, so they need not show concern, going on to enjoy the purpose of the sport, to ski through the woods, having their own moment of exhilaration. My wish, I told God once again, was wanting to go down this hill while observing it in an upright position. I continued, telling Him I did not know how much longer this group would include me on these weekend outings, as they had to wait at least 30 minutes for me to reach the starting point of our trip. Though they were kind, patience can grow thin, especially when the sun begins to set and the temperature drops several degrees. I would slowly drag in cold and wet, with the snow melting on my wool pants as I tumbled from one point of fall to the next.
I must say, I never would give up, no matter my number of falls or how wet and cold I became. At times, even my eyelashes had ice frozen onto them, the loose, soft and silent powder snow falling onto my face as I took my spill. What did change on my mind on that particular day happened after God talked to me about my wish. He told me that He would be with me, that I was approaching this whole thing wrong. I always started my descent by saying, “I am going to fall,” instead of saying, “Okay, God, let’s do this together!”
I could not wait to start the trip down, keeping quiet my new plan as we all ate our sack lunches. We packed up our thermos’ of tea and put away our meal wrappings into our backpacks. Skis were clipped on, hats and mittens were adjusted. We grinned at one another and said we would see one another soon. I motioned for the others to go before me, as I called out for them to have a good run. It gave me time to have one last talk with God, excitedly saying we were in this downward ride together. Giving my ski poles a push, off I went, saying, “Here we go, God!”
I did not fall. I remained upright! I was moving! I was gaining speed! God and I were laughing together! We were both calling out “We did it!” I was calling out to Him, “Look at me, God! Look at me! We are skiing! I’m not falling!” He responded, “No, because we are in this together!” The wind was cold, brisk and invigorating as it slapped against my cheeks. I became the blur as I passed one skier after another. They were bursting into laughter as I zoomed by them, as was I. The quiet forest now echoed with screams of happiness from everyone. All along, God and I were laughing together. He was saying to me, “See, I told you! All you had to do was tell me to be with you. Now look at you!”
As I flew into home base, being the second one to arrive, the friend in the group always arriving first , known by his speed, could not believe his eyes. I will never forget the look on his face, though it has been nearly 30 years. It was precious. His amazed eyes and jaw dropping low will be forever remembered. This loquacious friend could not utter a word! As others came in after me, they were still laughing, calling out to me in praise, asking me how I made such a turnaround.
I could only grin, silently praising God. What a lesson He taught me. It is one I have continued to share with others. Do not say, “Dear God, Let me do well,” rather, “Dear God, Let us do this together.” Since then, we have shared many more experiences together. What an astounding journey we have had!
~Marie T. Morrison~
7-10-11
Though I would have my constant good-humored conversations with God as I climbed upwards toward the summit, expressing to Him how this coming week I would really try to stop a certain bad habit or withhold a conversation about a fellow co-worker, I would also be telling Him my big wish for the day. I would always making it to the summit just fine, but when it was time to ski down the mountainside I just climbed, I would fall down within seconds of starting my descent. I would not just fall once or twice, I would fall the whole way down. My fellow skier friends would zoom by, calling out to make sure I was doing okay, just being a split second blur before they were far below me. By now, they knew my routine of being on the ground more than on two feet, so they need not show concern, going on to enjoy the purpose of the sport, to ski through the woods, having their own moment of exhilaration. My wish, I told God once again, was wanting to go down this hill while observing it in an upright position. I continued, telling Him I did not know how much longer this group would include me on these weekend outings, as they had to wait at least 30 minutes for me to reach the starting point of our trip. Though they were kind, patience can grow thin, especially when the sun begins to set and the temperature drops several degrees. I would slowly drag in cold and wet, with the snow melting on my wool pants as I tumbled from one point of fall to the next.
I must say, I never would give up, no matter my number of falls or how wet and cold I became. At times, even my eyelashes had ice frozen onto them, the loose, soft and silent powder snow falling onto my face as I took my spill. What did change on my mind on that particular day happened after God talked to me about my wish. He told me that He would be with me, that I was approaching this whole thing wrong. I always started my descent by saying, “I am going to fall,” instead of saying, “Okay, God, let’s do this together!”
I could not wait to start the trip down, keeping quiet my new plan as we all ate our sack lunches. We packed up our thermos’ of tea and put away our meal wrappings into our backpacks. Skis were clipped on, hats and mittens were adjusted. We grinned at one another and said we would see one another soon. I motioned for the others to go before me, as I called out for them to have a good run. It gave me time to have one last talk with God, excitedly saying we were in this downward ride together. Giving my ski poles a push, off I went, saying, “Here we go, God!”
I did not fall. I remained upright! I was moving! I was gaining speed! God and I were laughing together! We were both calling out “We did it!” I was calling out to Him, “Look at me, God! Look at me! We are skiing! I’m not falling!” He responded, “No, because we are in this together!” The wind was cold, brisk and invigorating as it slapped against my cheeks. I became the blur as I passed one skier after another. They were bursting into laughter as I zoomed by them, as was I. The quiet forest now echoed with screams of happiness from everyone. All along, God and I were laughing together. He was saying to me, “See, I told you! All you had to do was tell me to be with you. Now look at you!”
As I flew into home base, being the second one to arrive, the friend in the group always arriving first , known by his speed, could not believe his eyes. I will never forget the look on his face, though it has been nearly 30 years. It was precious. His amazed eyes and jaw dropping low will be forever remembered. This loquacious friend could not utter a word! As others came in after me, they were still laughing, calling out to me in praise, asking me how I made such a turnaround.
I could only grin, silently praising God. What a lesson He taught me. It is one I have continued to share with others. Do not say, “Dear God, Let me do well,” rather, “Dear God, Let us do this together.” Since then, we have shared many more experiences together. What an astounding journey we have had!
~Marie T. Morrison~
7-10-11
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