Concise: With Few Words

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. (Psalm 51:7 KJV)

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Little zingers. Proverbs. One-liners. Concise statements catch my attention, like this groovy lawn ornament I couldn’t help but notice today. Unforgettable.

One word or thought can keep me occupied for hours.

I was pondering snow today, after reading Dawn’s prompt on the topic. At first, I was a little depressed because our forecast has not a trace predicted for this Christmas.

(Before I go any further, I do want to mention that “con-” words could be considered cousins to “com-” words. There’s a whole family of prefixes that translate into “with.”  “Col-” and “co-” are the other two relatives. Just in case there was any confusion about why I might be going down this rabbit trail with concise.)

Concise means with few words, and literally means to cut up, like into smaller portions. Right from the start I’d like to apologize for my verbosity in explaining all of this, because I really am trying to use as few words as possible. Not because it is necessary, but because I like to challenge myself to be concise. Being concise can take courage. Sometimes I have the false belief that the more words I use, the better  it will be for others to comprehend what I am conveying in words. But actually using more words, often complicates the situation leaving the audience buried under an avalanche of ideas.

Now if you are still with me, and wondering how any of this fits together, let me remind you that it all started with the word snow. Snow and how it can bring to mind so many memories, feelings and hopes, and even songs, like “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas . . .” or “Walking in a winter wonderland . . .” and other such sentiments.

What is it about snow that evokes such awe and desire?

Snow often brings to mind the famous cry of David:

Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
  wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” (Psalm 51:7 NIV)

After it snows, a fresh blanket of white covers the earth, softening the barren winter landscape. Snow transforms, just like forgiveness. These are the kind of thoughts that run randomly through my mind when I think of snow.

One way that I like to explore a word is to make it into an acronym. This practice of using each letter of a word or phrase as the spine for my poetic expression becomes a sort of playful and sometimes even serious, searching prayer.

I leave you with some short words and their poetic pairings to contemplate.

Something
New transpires
Oustide and in:
Winter wondering.

I was in a funk today, before I started journaling and pondering snow. Sometimes when I feel this way, I start denying myself the simple pleasures of life, which seems like an odd way to combat a depressed mood. So, I start trying various things to cajole myself out of it. Today, while I was walking around the block to shake off the doldrums, two words sparred with each other. Deny and Rely.

Do not touch.
Evade feelings.
No need to mention your needs.
“You don’t matter.”

Do not taste.
Erase hunger,
Negate desire–STOP
Yearning.

Do not treasure–
Enjoy
Not–
Yield to nothing!

 

Rejoice in
Everything!
Let go–be still–
Yield . . .

And one more about a snow laden memory from childhood:

Laughter
Echoed
That night,

It snowed.
Together we

Soared down the
Nearby hill with stars
Over our heads.
Wheee!

 

Common: With Gift

Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. (Matthew 1:23 KJV)

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She wakes in the middle of the night, the digital clock reads 3:36. A common occurrence, this being awake two or three hours before the alarm. “Com-” words line up in her mind wanting to be pondered.

Compare. Comparison. Comma. Common. “C’mon, why can’t I get back to sleep?” Common reminds her that she looked up its meaning yesterday, and it won’t let her go.

Com+mon. She knows that “com-” is code for with. “Mon” isn’t a familiar root. It is related to the adjective “mean,” which surprisingly is not the definition she expects. It’s not the adjective that means average. This adjective describes humble, dull, or lacking dignity or honor. No distinction here. Further exploration reveals that “mon” comes from the Latin “munus” meaning gift or service. Another surprise. How can something common be a gift?

She turns those meanings over in her mind. Mary, the mother of Jesus, visits her mind. Was she common? Did she wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep? What woke her? Was it the sound of wings rustling in the corner of her room? A mighty angel watching her sleep? Willing her to wake, so he could deliver his message? Wondering if she would accept the gift? Wondering if she would be willing to serve His Lord?

She gets up, and goes to her computer to share the words forming in her head. She wonders. She waits. She listens. She offers her words, and then goes back to bed hoping sleep will find her again. As her head hits the pillow, she marvels that the common can be a gift.

 

Compose: To Put With

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2:8-14 KJV)

“Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” (Charlie Brown)

This was the prompt posed over at Dawn’s today. She’s leading us in a 12 Days Before Christmas journaling odyssey.

In my journal, I was catching up on yesterday’s prompt which asked us to write a list of words that come to mind when we think of Christmas. So I wrote these:

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I noticed that Christmas is composed of many things, many memories and ideas, including love and pain.

Christmas, as an experience, changes from year to year. The celebrations, and even the traditions, ebb and flow.

This year, as I approach the holiday season, it doesn’t FEEL like Christmas. Our weather has been sunny and balmy for December. Our kids are grown up and working out their own traditions. Our extended family is scattered here and there. Each year I have to ask myself again:

What does Christmas mean to me? What will the celebrations look like? What kind of gifts will I give or receive? What will I contemplate? What discoveries or ADVENT{ures} will unfold?

To keep track of the season in my journal has become a constant. It is my confidante for Christmas, one which allows me to dialogue over these searching questions.

Another way that I search for answers is through collage. Gluing random words and images to the page, somehow magically allows feelings and thoughts to surface and clarify, much like composing my own words on the page.

Here’s a reflection that juxtaposes the past (history) and future hopes with present desires.

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What is my history with Christmas? What is my present hope? How will Christmas look in the future?

As I glued down the words, I realized that I like Christmas to be fun and full of happiness. It doesn’t always work out that way, but I am happy that the Savior came into this world to offer us peace and hope.

More contemplation on that later…for now I’m off to have some fun with like-hearted companions, sporting our “ugly” Christmas sweaters and swapping cookies.

Christmas for me is kind of like a collage, many component parts that make up the whole.

 

 

“Com-” : With,Together

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”). Matthew 1:23 NIV

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Immanuel is one of my favorite Christmas words. And it’s translation, “God-with- Us” comforts my soul. Recently, I realized that the prefix “com-” is a fitting one to contemplate this time of year because it means with or together.

Won’t you join me on a little adventure of searching out the with-ness of God through “com-” words this month?

Let’s be companions, sharing with one another the Bread of Life.

Let’s build a community sharing links and comments.

And I may even throw in a commercial or two, since I just opened my first ever Etsy shop today.

Come let’s journey and join hands to welcome Christmas, to welcome Jesus in our midst. This with-us GOD! I am confident that He will delight in our gathering.

Consider these offerings from two of my soulmates in the blogosphere:

Dawn’s 12 Days Before Christmas Journal Prompt Sojourn

And over at Expectantly Listening, enjoy some sweet contemplation for Advent.

And to see my completed Christmas junk journal go here and here.

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Come, O Come, Emmanuel!

 

Holiday RE-Treat Journals and RJD

I run for dear life to God, I’ll never live to regret it. Do what you do so well: get me out of this mess and up on my feet. Put your ear to the ground and listen, give me space for salvation. Be a guest room where I can retreat; you said your door was always open! You’re my salvation—my vast, granite fortress. (Psalm 71:1-3 The Message)

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Once a month a few brave souls open to a random page from their journal to share. Here’s my offering for Random Journal Link-Up #57!

For this occasion, I chose a journal from my ADVENTure journals. I set aside a special journal to write in over the holiday season. Today’s choice is my version of a Holiday RE-Treat Journal from 2011.

I flipped to a prayer/plea that I wrote in the midst of finishing my English degree as an adult, self-publishing my book of devotions and welcoming my sister and her kids to St. Louis. Whew! What a year!

Here’s the entry dated 12.17.2011:

Father- I am here in your presence feeling a bit weak and weary with all the worries and wounds of life. Thank you for the gift of REST.

Direct my heart to your purposes and plans today. I confess that I am overwheled and wish that I had bigger blocks of time, rather than pockets of time. I wish I was sleeping better. I wish . . . I could accept my limitations, expel my frustrations, reduce my expectations and instead trust your revelations.

The entry goes on to record a confession of fear of not getting everything ready for Christmas. And then an affirmation to trust God with the impossible.

Looking back at this entry, I notice that I still need help with my limitations, frustrations and expectations.

I am so thankful for a journal where I can readily pour out my confessions and reassess where my help comes from.

I call this my “Holiday RE-Treat Journal” because it is a container where I can keep my sacred sanity. A place to retreat when life gets overwhelming. And it’s a treat that I can visit again and again, to see progress and to recall God’s faithfulness.

I hope you all carve out time, whether big chunks or small pockets, to treat yourself to some holiday respite in your journal this season.

You may find it interesting that the word, “treat” can mean “to deal with in writing” or “to represent artistically.” I find that this journal is a place where I can artistically create little “getaway” scenes with magazine images, which I later use to prompt my musings with my pen. I leave you with some images from my 2015 Holiday RE-Treat Journal. Enjoy!

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Below are future “retreat” pages, and a cookie recipe I want to try.

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