A little bird singing in the rain.

“Baby, you’re like a little bird singing in the rain.” Those were my late mother’s words to me on more than one occasion. She based those words on my tenacity; my ability to never give up. What my mother was telling me in essence was, she saw me as a worshiper.

Have you ever had your attention drawn to a window because you heard a bird singing it’s heart out in the pouring rain? Most birds will seek shelter when it storms but every now and again, one will stay and sing; that was my mother’s definition of a worshiper. A worshiper will sing in spite of. In spite of their circumstances, their feelings, or their health to name a few. Like that little bird who raises it’s voice in song to our Creator in the storm, a worshiper will raise their voice with tears streaming down their face.

I, like most people have had my share of hardships. When things become unbearable, I do what comes naturally. I close my eyes, throw my head back and I worship God. And above all, I trust and believe that in my brokenness like that little bird singing in the rain, my prayers are heard.

Quite often, life throws us curve balls, it’s what we do with those curve balls that matter. The next time you find yourself caught in one of life’s storms, close your eyes and throw your head back. And then like the bird in the rain, sing.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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On Being Single

There was a time in my life when I obsessed over  being alone. My obsession was fueled by the comments of others such as “maybe you’re supposed to be single.”  I set out on a quest to prove them wrong.  But now that has changed. I’ve learned to be content in the state I’m in. (Philippians 4:11)

My journey to contentment began when an acquaintance told me a story of a woman who married her life partner at age 60. At the time she told me that story, I was 53 years old. She went on to liken my situation with the woman in the story. I was infuriated. Her statement caused me such trepidation my mission became to meet, date and marry my intended immediately.

I belabored the topic of my singleness to whomever would listen. Consternation gave my voice a whiny-tone and eventually, the listener’s eyes would glaze over. With each passing year, I became more focused on meeting my goal. One day, however, I began to change. The change came gradually and when I think about it, I’m not sure when it started. I just know, I’m okay now.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned to embrace me for who I am. I appreciate my outspokenness coupled with knowing when to remain silent. My gray hair in my eyes is a sign of wisdom and I wear it proudly. When I look in the mirror, I see an intelligent, beautiful, slightly flawed almost 60 year old with much to give this world. In other words, I no longer need to be married to fulfill a void. I am complete in and of myself.

To all my sisters out there; single and married, I wish you the same peace I’ve found. Within us, we possess all we need to make this journey called life an incredible one. No one person can complete us, we have been complete since birth.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Putting Down Roots

 

This morning, I stood in the middle of the living room floor staring at the bare white walls that surrounded me. Pictures I’d been meaning to hang for the past three years remained stacked neatly in a corner. The same colorless walls were found in every room of my home with the exception of the kitchen, den and half bath.

I’ve lived in my house for over twenty years now, yet I’ve only painted three rooms. How I’ve managed to survive without color for all these years is beyond me. Yet in still, it’s not. Color would mean, I’ve put down roots.

Allow me to pause here and say, my favorite color is red. I find it exciting, vibrant and invigorating. My car is red as are a lot of my clothes. As I stood surveying my bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t painted it red. Suddenly, I realized this moment, this epiphany if you will was a turning point for me. I’d grownup north of the Mason-Dixon line and in my heart, I’d never left home. I decided right then and there, it was time.

I have big plans for my house and yard this summer. I’m going to upgrade my appliances, kitchen and bathroom fixtures as well. I’ve already envisioned the oasis of serenity I want for my deck and yard. It’ll be a place I can retreat to in the evenings away from the cares of life. But most importantly, I’m going to head over to the local hardware store and buy some red paint. After all color means I’ve put down roots.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Savannah is the author of The Prey now available in eBook on Kindle http://amzn.to/1xg0pgM and on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1q5hncz

Also look for Raising Tristan on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1pL4GqN and on Kindle http://amzn.to/1AlHl6g