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All We Can Do

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A Part of the Whole

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I Press On

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Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, Philippians 3:13

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Do the Right Thing

This spring, I spent many hours working in the yard, and it was discouraging at times because both our neighbors’ lawns are more weeds than grass. So, as I pulled weeds and applied weed and feed, I often thought, what’s the use. It seemed I was fighting a battle I couldn’t win. But I never gave up, and now our lawn is beautiful, and virtually weed free. Then this morning, as I worked in the yard, I noticed something that made me smile. Not only are the weeds gone from our lawn, our grass is spreading into the neighbors’ yards.

As I marveled at this unexpected development, it occurred to me that it often seems the bad in this world is overcoming the good, but what happened with the weeds in our yard, I believe can happen in our world, too. We should never give up doing the right thing and battling against the evil in this world. We should press on, doing our best to spread love and hope. It may seem to be a lost cause at times, but it’s not. Love will overcome hate and good will prevail when all is said and done. So:

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But as for you, brethren, do not grow weary of doing good. 2 Thessalonians 3:13


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Ready, Set, GO!

When we waste our days—sometimes years—doing harm to ourselves and others, there is no do-over. But! There is “start over”. No matter how many times we fail, we can always turn to God and begin anew. He never gives up on us, and no matter how terrifying the things are that want to lure us back to their den, we can walk away and do so without fear of them.

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Whatever demons might be chasing you:

“Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and I will rescue you,” declares the Lord. Jeremiah 1:8

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A Promise Comes

For some reason this poem came to mind this morning. I wrote it in 2006 but it seems appropriate I should share it again today, the day after Labor Day.

I was taught at a very young age: Never give up. Never quit.


A Promise Comes


The sunburnt harvest moon slowly rises

on the porch

Picture courtesy of Google Images

In the east on this late day in fall

A gentle breeze moves the porch swing

In the distance a whippoorwill calls


The neighbor’s dog down the way barks

While lightning bugs blink in the yard

Serenity wraps ‘round us like a shawl

‘tis forgotten that life is so hard


From the children’s room, soft giggles

As they play with their simple toys

Their lives are filled with struggles

And yet, they hang on to their joy


In evening dim we dream of olden times

The way it used to be

To go and come and just walk about

In a place called land of the free


We rise each day and do our work

As to the Lord, and not as to man

Doing as we are told to do

Singing hymns, we work the land


We know not if our wait be long

But know alone, we won’t carry this load

And soon we’ll rejoice and praise our Lord

A promise comes down the dusty road


Copyright © 2006 C. Mashburn

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No Oars Required

I found myself adrift on a river; a river made muddy by choices I’d made. For years too many to count, I had rowed mightily toward nowhere, often encountering rocks and desolate shores; shores left barren by others like me who had used the best of what they’d found, then tossed the remnants of their own lives into the swollen muddy stream—giving up.

As my senses—what was left of them—began to awake, I realized my oars were missing. The brass eyes that had held them to the boat were gone as well, the place where they had been smooth and painted, as if they’d not been there at all.

I crawled up out of the bottom of the boat, feeling worn and sore as if I’d been roughly tossed by many storms, and sat on the seat. Gazing around me, I saw a clump of trees directly ahead, and a fist of panic gripped my insides as I realized the boat was moving too fast and would soon crash into the shore. Frantically, I searched the boat for something to use as a paddle, but found my vessel empty. Leaning over the side, I paddled furiously with my hands, but to no avail. The boat seemed to move not only of its own accord but with determined ferocity, racing toward the trees and sure destruction. And then I looked away from the trees and saw another way to go. The boat began to slow and turn.

Drifting, feeling the rushing water calming beneath the boat, I stared in wonder at another river running two riversalongside the one I floated upon. The water in the parallel stream was blue and clear unlike anything I’d ever seen. A longing to be on the sparkling highway of pure blue silk filled me with something I’d not felt in all my days traveling upon the lifeless river I’d chosen to ride. Hope.

I knew in an instant not only could I go to the blue river, but I could have been upon it from the beginning. In the recesses of my memory I found it, and recalled turning away from it, not knowing, not seeing, how wonderful life upon it could be.

Slowly, the boat slid toward the blue river, pushed by a breeze—a gentle hand at my back—not pushing but guiding, as a mother would ease her child toward the bus on that first day of school.

I knew then I had begun a new journey, and I knew, too, there was much to learn about this river called love, but I wondered how, without oars, I was to navigate this wondrous river. And then I saw that when I turned my eyes one way or the other, the boat went in the direction of my gaze. I smiled—more a joyful grin than a smile—knowing I’d been given my first bit of knowledge. Knowing, too, it was the simplest yet most important lesson I would ever learn; look toward the place you want to be. No oars required.

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

Sharing this story on Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. Check out her website, and her wonderful book of poetry, Magic in the Backyard.

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