Share Your World 2016 Week 5

 

I am a bit late this week (with next week starting tomorrow and all), but late or not I didn’t want to miss a chance to SHARE MY WORLD.

Cee’s five questions and my answers are below. If you would like to see how others answered the questions or if you would like to join in the fun you can do so by clicking the underlined link above.

CEE’S QUESTIONS & MY ANSWERS

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If you had a shelf for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronic devices and things stored on them, people or animals), what would you put on it?

My shelf would contain my family tree, the current journal I am writing in and my Bible. Past, present and future.

If you had a box labelled ‘happiness’, what would you put in it?

I guess I would start with two questions: How big is the box? Can you only put material things in it?

If the answers are “a small box and yes”, then I would put a picture of Jesus, a picture of my family and two 3×5 cards. One  3×5 card would say “Be content with what you have and where you are.”. The other would say, “Remember only relationships last into eternity.”

If the answers are ” the size of the Universe and no you can put immaterial things in the box too”, then I would put God in the box remembering that the box would still not be big enough to contain Him. The Psalmist wrote, “In Thy presence (O Lord) is fullness of joy.”

What do you want more of in your life?

God, His presence and love.

Daily Life List: What do you do on an average day? Make a list of your usual activities you do each day.

I generally get up between 5 and 6 to walk the dogs. I pray and study Scripture. I get ready for work and then I head off. Most mornings I do a bit of paper work until morning prayer meeting. After an hour of prayer I usually have meetings until 11 or lunch time. In the afternoon I do paperwork, write and usually once a week I am out doing a service at a nursing home or dayhab. Sometimes I throw in the occasional meeting. I go home for 3 and walk the dogs. I usually rest for a bit and try to get something done around the house before I return to the church. Most evenings I have a meeting followed by a rehearsal or a service and then I head home for 8 walk the dogs, eat supper and watch a little television to unwind before bed.

On days off I try to do as little as possible.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am mindful that I am a week behind so I will share one things from this vacation week that was special and do the same next week. I am grateful that I got to watch the sunrise at Ogungquit Beach, Maine. It has been years since I did that. Next week I am looking forward to getting back into the routine of work. Here are some shots of the Beach.

 

Color Your World: Fern

I thought electric lime was going to be a tough one and it turned out to be easy. Let’s hope that the shade FERN doesn’t prove to be my undoing. Click the underlined link to see how others saw the color.

Here is the shade we are all trying to match.

Here are my attempts at it.

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Not quite bright enough.

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A little too bright I think.

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Yes I think that will do.

An Ogungquit Smile

This week I am joining Trent for HIS WEEKLY SMILE CAMPAIGN. You can join in the fun by clicking the underlined link. Here are some GUIDELINES TO FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO JOIN.

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This week I got to watch the sunrise at Ogungquit Beach, Maine. It has been months since I had a break away like this. It was truly relaxing. If it had not been so cold I might have played in the surf with the gulls.

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The Cliff Walk: Writing Prompt #22

The SECRET KEEPER has issued our next writing challenge. Our buzz words for the week are:SENSE | SECURE | WALK | TIME | ALONE |

This week I am choosing to put out a flash fiction piece.

The Cliff Walk

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By JE Lillie

She has been gone seven years. Still I often come to this place alone to walk along the craggy shore line. I can sense her in the salty wind that whispers through the air with all the poignancy of a lost love, taste her briny kiss across time like some backhanded rejection. It hurts like the shutting of the casket, but I long for it if only to keep her memory alive.

This place, our place, where we first held hands. I remember her smooth fingers slipping against my calloused palm as I helped her over the sea-smoothed rocks to the ocean’s edge so she could wade in the surf. I can still see her holding the legs of her jeans up, trying and failing to keep the ocean from anointing her with the holy water of reminiscence.  She laughed. I laughed in those days before, when the Cliff Walk along the ocean’s edge was not a knife to the heart. Still, a knife to the heart is better than feeling nothing and so I have chosen to return year after year to conjure, if only through tears, the time forever lost.

This time is different.

I climb to the pine-encrusted knoll where we last stood together. I think of that day. Her thin frame was already a ghost held together by bones and tumors, almost gone but not quite. She held my hand like always that day.

“Find someone new.” She whispered.

“Stop.” I said.

We both cried. Her head scarf was lost in the breeze as we kissed for what was to be the final time.

Wiping away a tear I remove the urn from its satchel. I tilt it ever so slightly and let the wind take her ashes.

“Good bye.” I say again, but this time I mean it.

A gentle hand caresses my back. I feel her lips touch my shoulder. As she puts her arm through mine I can see, in the moonlight, she is weeping with me, grieving alongside me. I am secure in the knowledge, my wife would have liked her.