Day 4 of the A-Z activity of “What Makes Me Happy.”
Little did I realize when I chose Dogwood for my D word what I would learn about this beautiful tree (now a large bush)!
Dogwood and Daddy are in the same pocket of my heart. This picture of my daddy was taken under the dogwood tree in my brother-in-law’s back yard in central California about two and a half decades ago. I treasure it because it captures my father’s sweet disposition and kindness so perfectly. That tree is not gnarled and twisted as the Legend of the Dogwood tree suggests. But the blossoms are as the legend describes in this poem I found on the Internet this morning:
I didn’t know this legend until now. How did I miss it all these years? Did you know it?
What’s the D word that makes YOU happy?
There’s a gorgeous orange
In the sunrise this morning.
Quick! Grab the camera.
Before I could click
The vivid color was gone,
But the sun will last.
Like the Haiku above, I find sadness, frustration, and anger are those fleeting sunrises. Let the moment pass. Grab your spiritual camera filled with gorgeous, colorful memories. The sunlit days will last. The vivid colors of their happiness will crowd out the gloom. As you reflect on the joy, let the Son’s Light shine through you.
Quick! Grab the camera.
How vivid are the colors in your happiest memories? Tell me about one of them.
For the past two weeks
I’ve spent most of my days
Entertaining an elderly friend
Who’s light’s a dull haze.
She doesn’t know her daughter;
Doesn’t know where she lives;
Can‘t tell you her birthday;
Takes back the things she gives.
She thinks she sees her husband,
But he’s been gone three years.
She searches for her lost things;
Frustration turns to tears.
While I still have my marbles,
And awareness still is keen,
Please keep the light on, God.
Dementia is soooo mean!
My confession, admission, and plea to God today is this:
None of us lives to just self alone;
Each of us lives for the other.
Whatever we do, be it rosy or blue,
Reflects on our sister and brother.
None of us sits on the judgment seat.
We’re not assigned to decide
If someone’s dull or bright, wrong or right,
Sending them to a corner to hide.
None of us lives a faultless life,
Though we try our utmost to seek
The humble hill to fulfill Your will
In our deeds and the words we speak.
We stumble and fall and fail to be
Examples of the upright and strong.
Try as we may, we know that someday
We’ll have to account for each wrong.
We’ll each have to stand before Your judgment seat
And review how we’ve spent every minute.
So, Lord, help us give every day that we live
All the love and the grace You put in it.
Help us to generously welcome all
To be part of whatever we do.
None of us lives to ourselves alone;
We always reflect on You.