Surprised by Cheerfulness

Nope, not joy, just plain cheerfulness. I’m surprised because a simple choice to be cheerful really does make a difference. It doesn’t necessarily come from a deep place of joy or anything else profound, but choosing to put a smile on my face, not be grumpy at the grocery store and just make the most of the good stuff certainly makes my day (and everyone else’s) go a whole lot better. You don’t even have to feel particularly cheerful to start out. Like scales, it’s something you can practice, and the more you do it, the easier it gets and the better you sound. Like the old proverb goes, A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. Cheerfulness is just a nicer way to live.

~lg

how i write

A pumpkin spice candle burns next to my desk. Cold autumn rains wash away the last of the yellow leaves, drum drumming on the roof as background music to my writing. The cat has resumed her sphinx position on the arm of the couch. It is as close as I let her get to the scattered notes on my desk. (In truth, she would be satisfied with nothing less than sprawling out across the keyboard.) The dishes sit dirty on the counter, but I am focused on this screen, imagining a world half a lifetime away, typing words which bring passions and pain out of the past and into my consideration.

FOCUS
i m a g i n e
write
.

~lg

waiting for the snow

I am searching the skies
for the mercy I’ve found
in the cool winter blanket of snow on the ground

The autumn is fading
and with it the brown,
and the things that I’m tired of hanging around

The power of snow
is one I love best
Its strength is in silence, its beauty in rest

I am searching the skies
for the flurry of white
for the covering of scarlet on a soft winter night

~lg

book list!

When I have finished writing the book I am currently working on (hopefully the first draft will be complete within the next 2 weeks!), these are the books I’m looking forward to reading. They are either books I have bought but haven’t got around to reading yet, or textbooks I only got the chance to skim through at Wycliffe 🙂

  • For the Life of the World (Alexander Schmemann) – skimmed through most of this for a systematic theology course, interested in the sacramental theology
  • At the Heart of the Gospel: Suffering in the Earliest Christian Message (by Wycliffe professor Ann Jervis) – because who doesn’t wonder about this?
  • The Way to Christ (Jacob Boehme) – apparently this was the key to a pneumatology course I took… should have read it a little more closely!
  • On the Incarnation (St. Athanasius) – just because I loved it and it’s a good Christmas read
  • Mysterious Apocalypse (Arthur Wainwright) – on the way from abebooks!
  • The Selected Journals of L. M. Montgomery Vol. IV – fascinating look into the life of Canada’s most famous authoress

This should make for some good winter reading ahead!

~lg

sifting sands

Abraham, I’m tired. Tired of not knowing, still keeping going, no roots for growing. My roots lie back in the boreal forest, but it’s unlikely I’ll ever return. I’m a tree who hasn’t been planted yet, trying to stay warm in a brown burlap covering. The desert is like a sieve for the soul. All my delusions of grandeur have been sifted through the sand. I have a handful of dreams and ideas, but I don’t know what to do with them anymore. Pack them away in the saddle bags for awhile I guess. I’m afraid they’ll break out here.

And, no offense, but you’re not always the best conversationalist. I’m a little lonely. I envy the Berean caravans that pass by, just out of earshot. Sometimes I talk to the sheep, just so I remember I have a voice. They listen politely, but have a bad habit of wandering just when I get to the good parts. Maybe you could introduce me to some of your friends?

~lg