March Eleventh; The Word, is Warmth

 For what ever reason, my dog Molly woke me at five this morning barking. Molly sleeps in this room and Bella in mine. I can’t bring Molly into my room because she would want to play or fight all night and that is not very conducive to sleep. I struggled to awaken enough to be able to walk through the house without finding things with my toes, then headed for this room. Mindful enough to put the training collar on her I let her outside. It wasn’t frigid out there. I went back to bed praying she didn’t see anything that would cause her to get out of the fence, and thankfully those prayers were answered.

When I let Bella out, Molly came out of the seldom used dog house to greet us. But warm, its nice and warm and I will be headed back to the mountain. Maybe early, maybe as soon as I get some breakfast and dressed. The mountain is not that big box store famous for interestingly dressed folks who think pajama pants are appropriate attire. 

I wandered over to that dictionary site and looked up the word warm:

Warm? Bath. Oh no, mine has to be the temperature that would cook lobsters, temperatures where you can barely get in without screaming in agony. Warm bath? Get real.

I have warmed food before back in that other life when I was working and carried lunch. But I just knocked the chill off of it good, others I watched would heat theirs to the point of putting Old Faithful to shame from the steam rising off their plates.

One thing about me, if the subject or timing is right, I can sure warm up to it and talk or write extensively.  That is how a simple poem challenge became a sonnet and then an entire novel. The title came from the poem which originally, before the characters mutinied and took over, was to end in the death of the dragon. (The Legend of Dragon’s Doom: A Young Warrior’s Vow) I really should have considered changing that title before publishing since that isn’t what happened at all. I let it be though, since its been years since the book was written and it has largely been forgotten.

 I also warm up quickly on topics of my dogs, my family, my writing and my magic woods. Just ask, I double dog dare ya. 

One topic that is dear to my heart though, is kindness and compassion toward others. ALL others. We are different yes, we are meant to be. In those differences are strength. Where one is weak, another is strong. We really need to acknowledge and build on that. We really need to find out humility, none of us are getting out of this alive and as long as we see difference rather than similarity we will never find peace. Stop allowing others to feed the dragon and make things difficult. (Oh, dragon reference)

I have been sitting here for weeks, staring out my windows at my back yard or staring down at the calendar on my desk anticipating the coming Spring. Wishing it would hurry up as I am so ready for warm weather. I am so ready to be able to get outside and not shiver uncontrollably due to the chill in the air. Its coming, things are beginning to bloom out and we are having more warm days than not. Even though mom has said the weather people are saying we’re cooling back down.

In my weak moments of humanity, when the cold of loneliness, sadness, heartache, feelings of abandonment threaten to sink me, I know where to find the warmth. I may have and still be dealing with changes, but I know One who never changes. Who is the same yesterday, today and forever and Who loves me like no one else ever will. He knew me before I was born. He knew who I would be, what I would become, what I would endure along the way. He walks with me and when the burden gets too great, trades my burden for His yoke. When I stop trying to shoulder it all myself, when I stop trying to be strong myself, and give those worries, concerns and darkness to Him, the warmth of His love fills me and helps me to overcome and keep going. There is no greater.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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