August 06, 2025

Reduction by Susan Barclay

 

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REDUCTION

 

In this season of caregiving

I am being reduced

Cooked, simmered, evaporated

A concentrated version of myself

 

Who am I now?

I am daughter

I am mother

I am wife

 

Who am I?

What is this new flavour?

This new texture?

This new consistency?

 

I seek more of Him and less of me

Holy Spirit, come

I am jellied and trembling

When I am weak, I am strong

 

Give me this day love, joy, peace

Patience, kindness, goodness

Faithfulness, gentleness, self-control

Teach me Your ways

 

Make me lie down in green pastures

Lead me beside quiet waters

Restore my soul

Fill me with Your sacred rest

 

In this pressure cooker, sautéed

I become saltier for Christ

Taste and see that the Lord is good

His mercies are new every morning

 

This is my desire

To spend time in God’s stock pot

Take up less volume in the world

And enhance its flavour

 

Father, You are the Master Chef

The 3-star Michelin

Make of me what You will

I am Your creation

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c. Susan Barclay, 2025. For more about Susan and her writing, please visit www.susan-barclay.blogspot.com 

 

 

August 05, 2025

Navigating Change of Seasons by Sandi Somers

 


During the summer and fall after I retired I felt at loose ends. As a teacher I had always lived with autumn bringing new students, new curricula, new projects, new dreams and goals. But not this year. My old lifestyle and daily routine of going to work was behind me. Yes, I was thankful for what God had given me in the life I left behind. But now I felt adrift. 

Life gave me an ending—two endings. Mom had passed away a few months earlier, and I was still adjusting to living without her. I found great comfort in the hymn, “Be Still My Soul”, especially the part, “In every change He faithful will remain.”  

What lay ahead was an uncomfortable unknown.  Yet what could I do except carry on with my summer activities, fall gardening, other family and friend contacts, and daily responsibilities. 

There had to be something more, but what? 

In my feeling of lostness, God graciously led me to a devotional booklet, Minute Motivators for Women, and there on page 37 was a short reading. "Life is like a river,” I read. "The current will start pulling you downstream to new adventures...Ask God to get into the boat and take compete control of your life.”[i] 

With this metaphor, the Lord brought a perspective I desperately needed. I imagined myself pushing my canoe off the shore to begin paddling into the unknown. But I was not alone. While I was up front J-stroking, Jesus was my companion, the skillful boatman, steering me into the unknown waters ahead. The Lord had new plans and a special purpose for me and would faithfully point me in that direction. 

As I visualized plunging into the river, embarking on the next phase of the river of my life, I needed to trust God’s purpose and presence in every curve of the river, every eddy and swirl, every rock-infested spot, every rushing waterfall, and every storm. At other times as I followed the bends and turns, the river would open up with wide vistas and long views, where the Lord would give me a fresh vision of what lay ahead. There I would receive a renewed revelation and vigor of His purposes for me. 

In the months after retirement, the Lord resurrected my dream of writing. Now that my time was free from the daily demands of teaching, I began to write more intentionally—developing my skills and publishing more than I had in the past. Knowing I needed a  community of writers, I joined InScribe and later began a local InScribe writers’ group. Life became replete with the Lord's faithfulness in leading me into some of the most productive experiences of my life. 

I had landed on a bedrock of writing—my life now found its orientation. 

Since then, the Lord has given me other changes of seasons, other tributaries of the river of life, each accompanied by His presence and purpose.

~ ~ ~

In a change of seasons, the rhythms of life have been broken, with endings and beginnings. Acknowledge the moments of in-betweenness—the todays of unknowing. Acknowledge that our seasons of life will carry us forward like the river of time: flowing, flowing, flowing. Acknowledge that as we paddle with Jesus, one stroke at a time, we can hear God’s promise: “Behold I am doing a new thing” (Isaiah 43:13 ESV). 

Be unafraid to step into your canoe and embrace moving forward as you paddle into the unknown. The hymn, “Be Still My Soul,” will remind you that “In every change He faithful will remain.” When the Lord changes seasons, wait and watch as to how the Lord will open up His plans for you.

“Live now as well as in the days ahead in the power of Christ.”[ii]

 


Sandi Somers is an outdoor enthusiast--and is very grateful for the gift of loving nature. The description of this canoe trip came from personal experience. Her writing encourages others to pay attention to what the Lord can do in their lives and to become devoted followers of Jesus. She writes from her home in Calgary. 

Image by Black Feather


[i] Stan and Linda Toler, Minute Motivators for Women, (Kansas City, MO: Beacon Hill Press, 2010, 2014), 37

[ii] Stan and Linda Toler, Minute Motivators for Women, 37.


August 04, 2025

Where Am I? by Brenda J Wood




The question is 'Where am I?' and the answer is 'I do not know.'

My writing skills have all deserted me. Nary a word gets from my heart to my mind to my page. I am in the dark soul of the night (how St. John of the Cross used to describe a period of spiritual purification and intense inner turmoil that individuals experience on their journey toward God). Is that my dark soul? No idea. The phrase just popped into my mind and thus it's worth examining.

My morning pages are kaput. My journaling is even more so.
I say to myself, I might never write again.
Is this true? I certainly hope not.

BUT WHAT IF IT IS????

Writing is who I am, what I am. It is my definition of self for many years.

I take comfort from Jeremiah 36. Jeremiah dictated God's message to Baruch who read it to the King who promptly burned the scroll. Did Jeremiah say, "What a mess?" or did he say, "What a grand opportunity to do a better job this time?"

In desperation I joined FAB CHOW Summer Writers' Challenge.
Available to writers all around the world, several of us took up the challenge to write.

WRITE SOMETHING! ANYTHING! JUST WRITE!

Bobbi Cole, who currently lives and studies in Israel, called writers together to face the empty void of the empty page.

And we do. From Canada, Australia, Britain, Israel, and places galore, we agreed on a mutual time. For me, that means seven a.m. every Friday for four weeks. Our only goal is to write something. We are used to letting ourselves down, but we care not to let our fellow writers down and so we write. We show up on those Fridays with something on page or in mind ready for page.

Am I still in the dark soul period of my writing life? That remains to be seen. Stay tuned!


Top Photo credit: Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay



Brenda J Wood has authored more than fifty books. She is a seasoned motivational speaker, who declares the Word of God with wisdom, humour, and common sense.


August 01, 2025

Spring in Autumn by Lorrie Orr

 

This month's prompt asks us to think about seasons. Just as the created world experiences the cycle of seasons, so do humans. There are springs when fresh newness bursts within you, times of drought when all seems futile, autumns of abundance, and winters when cold austerity threatens to overwhelm. Write about a season you are currently experiencing or have experienced. How did God meet your needs during this season? How did it affect your writing life?




Blackberries hang heavy and sweet on invasive vines in every neglected school yard corner, along the streets, and in sunny open fields. Full of flavour, they make wonderful jams and sauces, and I freeze some for winter cobblers. Blackberry season reminds me of the day when I was about 12, visiting my grandparents. My grandmother invited me and my sister to go berry picking with her. I, engrossed in a book, declined. My sister went and had a marvelous time. I am not merely reminded of the regret of an afternoon with my grandmother. I am reminded of the passing of seasons and of my life. Of the loss of childhood. My life is rich and full but now, in the Autumn of my life, I want to savor the sweetness of the moments with my family, to reach past the thorns to find the juicy heart of the best.

Seasons relate to the movement of the earth in the solar system, but also to human life. Infants change to toddlers, then children, then teenagers, young adults, middle-age, young old age, and finally, old age. There are wanted and unwanted seasons of life. Sometimes our inner season does not line up with the external one. Winters can come suddenly, without warning in the midst of a summer season when all seems well. Several years ago I wrote on the InScribe blog about a winter of the soul, cold and dark. I am so glad that season has passed. 

There is a scene in Pride and Prejudice (2005) where Elizabeth Bennett (Kiera Knightly) sits on a swing in her yard. As she slowly moves back and forth, the seasons twirl around her. It's a cinematic effect I find so lovely, evoking the passing of time. In Genesis 8 God promises that "while the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease." Each season brings its own beauty, opportunities, and challenges.  

Chronologically I am now in my autumn years (can it really be?). Yet I feel energy springing up in me to try new things, to publish a book or two, to dedicate myself to learning new skills, to garden with dedication, and to embrace activities I may previously not have made time for. I'm embracing this season, thankful for a healthy body and mind. Retirement means that I must be intentional about what I want to accomplish, making the most of the days given to me. I want to do that without panic and desperation, but in quietness of soul, trusting God to help me. In his poem Ode to Autumn Keats called this a "season of mist and mellow fruitfulness", filled with "all fruit with ripeness to the core." The fruit of the life I have lived is ripening now, perhaps in a process contrary to the earthly world, setting seed for newness once again. 



Lorrie Orr writes from Victoria, BC where she enjoys life with her husband and hopes that there is always a bit of springtime in her life.