Posts tagged ‘Sacred Touches’
762. Life is like a canvas. It begins blank every day, and when at day’s end it’s like another brush stroke has been painted across it. ~Edited Unknown
One brush stroke at a time! ~ Bette A. Stevens
You don’t just have a story –
you’re the story in the making,
and you never know what the
next chapter is going to be.
That’s what makes it exciting.
Life is like a book and
we’re the writers of our own stories,
the makers of our own destiny.
And each day is a new chapter,
a new challenge,
a new path,
a new journey.
Your word, Lord, is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path. ~Psalm 119:105 ✝
597. The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. ~Melody Beattie
HAPPY NEW YEAR! ❤ Bette
A fresh start.
A new chapter of life waiting to be written.
New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved.
Answers to be discovered and then lived
in a transformative year of delight and self-discovery.
~Sarah Ban Breathnach
Recipe for a Happy New Year ~Anonymous
Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time. Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.
Into each day put equal parts…
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360. …Monet portrayed the changeability and flux of every moment. “The Water Lilies” give you a jittery, amorphous sense of a world seen at the speed of light. ~Jerry Saltz
WOW! ~ Bette A. Stevens
I gathered them–the lilies pure and pale,
The golden-hearted lilies, virgin fair,
And in a vase of crystal, placed them where
Their perfumes might unceasingly exhale.
High in my lonely tent above the swale,
Above the shimmering mere and blossoms there,
I solaced with their sweetness my despair,
And fed with dews their beauteous petals frail.
~Florence Earle Coates
Wow! Don’t ya just love to be wowed?! According to the dictionary “wow” as an expression of excitement was first recorded in Scots in the early 16th century. But the dictionary doesn’t tell us what it was that generated enough excitement to inspire the “wow”, and I for one would really like to know. I love to be wowed; Creation and the Lord wow me over and over again in ways like no other. Okay, okay, I know; so what is the connection between water lilies and a word that expresses…
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A Writer’s Voice! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Your writing voice is the
deepest possible reflection of who you are.
The job of your voice is not
to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences.
In your voice, your readers
should be able to hear the contents
of your mind, your heart, and your soul
A spring morn,
A summer’s eve,
A gladsome spirit…
A soaking rain,
A lawn sprinkler’s whirl,
A well watered garden…
A single rose,
A blazing sunset,
A solitary serenity…
A flower garden,
A lowering hush,
A steeping sanctitude…
A sacred Sabbath,
A timely sermon,
A pastor’s wisdom…
A holy benediction,
A Franciscan prayer,
A forgiving Savior’s love…
A cool, crisp day,
A frost tipped lawn,
An end to summer’s siege…
A chilly, autumn night,
A yellow harvest moon,
A heart full of thanksgiving…
A fallen leaf,
A heavy, wintry frost,
A magical majesty under a sapphire sky…
Years ago in trying…
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265. Of the six million species on the planet, only man makes language. Words. What’s more — in evidence of the Divine — we string symbols together and then write them down, where they take on a life of their own and breathe outside of us. ~Charles Martin
Ode to writers everywhere… Thank you, Natalie Scarberry at Sacred Touches blog. Your posts never cease to inspire! ~ Bette A. Stevens
I write because there is nothing larger in life than
To be read, maybe even reread by another–
To be examined and then verified of being
Understood, or trusted like a saint–
I don’t imagine being immortalized
Or stacked in a library for hands with a million
Oppositions to wander through for
Poetic justice either–
Perhaps purpose is purchased or earned or even
Inherited by some mystic right–
But it is my reasoning I hearken to,
All that I am resonates with inscribing, putting down
My Self on the papyrus of today,
Like a manuscript never quite decrypt but
Interesting to the soul’s eye
For perpetual encounter.
~Deborah Jeanne Avila
All the kings of the earth shall praise you, O Lord for they have heard the words of your mouth. Psalm 138:4 ✝