God · love · Wisdom

Love, love, love…

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As we near Valentines Day this week, I realized how much my perspective on love has changed and grown since I was 20 and got married for the first time. Back then, these verses seemed to reveal the fluttery, passionate, fairy tale love.

 

Now that I’m 57 and have lived through the good, the bad, and the ugly of several relationships, these verses reveal themselves to be describing God’s great, deep, abiding love for US. God’s love for us is also the model of what true love really IS. It isn’t just about romantic love at all. Rather, it is how we love everyone we encounter and how we treat them. Despite what popular culture says, life is not all about us!   Truthfully, it’s not about us at all! 

This business of life is about loving everyone else no matter who they are—rich, poor, beautiful, ugly, intelligent, silly, tall, short, skinny, plump, black, white, yellow, or purple!  If we learn how to love as God loves us, most of our problems, fears, and insecurities will vanish. Approach everyone with love and guess what? You’ll have so much love in your life, you’ll feel like you’re literally glowing with it.  Ok, I’ll let the verses speak to you now. God’s writers say everything better, in fewer words too!  Ha! 

I LOVE all of you and pray this Valentine season that you’ll feel all the love showered on you every day and that you will pass that love onto others! 

Dory Dee

 

1 Corinthians 13:1-7 (BBE)

1 If I make use of the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am like sounding brass, or a loud-tongued bell. 

2 And if I have a prophet’s power, and have knowledge of all secret things; and if I have all faith, by which mountains may be moved from their place, but have not love, I am nothing. 

3 And if I give all my goods to the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it is of no profit to me. 

4 Love is never tired of waiting; love is kind; love has no envy; love has no high opinion of itself, love has no pride; 

5 Love’s ways are ever fair, it takes no thought for itself; it is not quickly made angry, it takes no account of evil; 

6 It takes no pleasure in wrongdoing, but has joy in what is true; 

7 Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things.

 

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Acceptance · Beauty · Essay · God · Women

Everyone’s Face Tells A Story

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This is me, scars, wrinkles, freckles, age spots and all. (I even think my lazy eye might be making a comeback!) I would never have plastic surgery because my face tells the story of my life. I have deep smile lines because I love to laugh and smile. I have freckles and age spots because as a teen I laid out in the backyard with baby oil coating every inch of my visible skin. I have a scar because I had to have a skin cancer removed. I have a scar on the left side of my face because I slipped and fell off the back deck of our house 10 years ago. Because I was 46, it didn’t disappear like scars from my 20’s did. I have wrinkles around my lips because gasp I was stupid and was a closet smoker for years. I’m not model perfect. I’m a real woman.

For the record, I’ve never ever, ever been “pretty” by the worlds’ terms, but I do think I can be “cute” if I wear lipstick, mascara, and a smile. Otherwise, hide your children ’cause I’m kinda scary first thing in the morning!

Why am I confessing all this? Because I think as human beings we should accept who we are–wrinkles, spots, imperfections–and all! Finally, at the age of 56 breathing down the neck of 57, I like me. I like my face. Please, no matter what your age, like yourself! Like your face and body! God loves you and if the King of the Universe loves you just as you are, well, you should love yourself too!

Poetry

Christmas Time Is Here

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Christmas time is here,
meant to be full of good cheer.
There are those, full of woe,
that find it hard and
full of sorrow.

We miss the ones we’ve lost,
so much more at Christmas.
We remember times of joy
and fun,
times of love with everyone.

Then the ache of sorrow,
slowly fills our hearts,
creating such pain,
we’re not sure we’ll ever,
celebrate again.

If only those so joyful,
could share their hearts
and arms with those,
whose hearts are full of pain,
think of how much better
we could make their
world again.

So if you see someone silent,
during the holiday gaiety,
someone with their head
bowed low, with little joy
or levity,
take a moment,
lend your ear, your arms,
your hearts in
loving solidarity.

Give your love this season,
because, it is for this a babe
was born that night,
to show the world that
God so loves the world,
He sent His only son.
God lent His ear, His arms,
His heart in loving oh so bright.

Christmas time is here,
bring the world some cheer.
Christmas time is here,
lend your hearts, your arms,
your ears.

For Christmas time is here…

D. E. Wood-Lane
12/18/17

Life · Poetry · Time

Time

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Time is too rapid,
relentlessly beating,
ticking, pulsing.

How can it be
that yesterday
I was graduating
from high school,
a giddy girl
falling in love,

and today I’m too rapidly
rushing towards being sixty,
silver hair peeking out
of my red hair color,
laugh and life lines
spreading all over my face
like a road map
of my journey
through life?

Part of me wishes
I could stop time,
resting in a peaceful
moment, forever.

Of course,
the only way
to stop time,
 is to stop
life!

I’m not ready
to stop time by
stopping life.

So, I will continue
journeying through
life and time—
rapidly, relentlessly
beating, ticking,
pulsing—
creating moments
and memories,
forever.

D.E. Wood-Lane
12/2/17

Poetry

Until the Morning’s Dew

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When my eyelids fall so heavy

And my thoughts are all of You,

I know I’ll soon be sleeping

until the morning’s dew.

The moonlight falls so quietly

upon my windowpane

and the stars begin to twinkle

as the angels say Your name.

I try so hard to stay awake

So I can really pray,

but You calm my restless spirit so

I have no words to say.

Just know that I do love You

and pray within my dreams,

that I’ll see You in the morning

when the morning dewdrops gleam.

D. Elaine Wood-Lane

4/27/99

Poetry

I’ve Moved!

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Ok, I haven’t literally physically moved anyway. Only my blog has moved. My new blog address is:

https://sunshinerose.org

All of my previous posts found here on Pocket Full of Sun have been moved to Sunshine Rose and all of my new posts will be found there too.  Why, you may ask, have I moved?  Because I wanted to have more flexibility in creating my own style of blog, my own blog name, and, well, because I think it’s good to shake the dust off of things periodically, don’t you?  

I hope you’ll join me over on the new page! 

Peace and love,

Elaine