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Thanksgiving As a Lifestyle Along Life’s Journey

I am learning the antidote to so many issues of the heart is gratitude

It is a typical tradition for me to review my life and year each time November comes around and brings the holiday of Thanksgiving with it. As the days grow shorter and darker, it is a natural time to embark on a journey of reflection, a bit of introspection and assessment of my life path. I am so thankful for this.

This year’s journey has lengthened my stride and enlarged something inside of me. It has brought me to an awareness that the one whom I know as my God has been revealed to me in brand new ways as I have invited this amazing presence into my vulnerable spaces. My life history with this God has grown to include new experiences which have changed me for the better in ways I could never have done for myself alone. I am beyond grateful.

As I have come to places of decision making I have needed wisdom. I have needed to be set free from fear of failure, of thinking too small with a residual poverty mindset and for a new trust in the One I have come to know as a loving, personal Father, even though He also has a beautiful and tender mother heart.

The most recent decision for me has been to search for, research and purchase a new, previously- owned vehicle. My wonderful Subaru Forester friend of fifteen-years-old was still going strong but speaking to me of aches and pains that come with 158,000 miles. Although she still had much life left in her, I knew we were due for an upgrade. This was bittersweet, exciting, scary and wonderful.

As I prayed into this, I looked into several different dealerships and online options. I took time to interview various reps of these used car businesses as well as actually considering new and leased vehicles. Time after time my heart would lead me back to low mileage 2018-2019 Subaru Foresters or Crosstreks. This process was very symbolic for me as I took stock of my life and where I wanted to be in the next 5 or 6 years, the time it would take to pay for this next car.

My red Subaru Forester represented a maturing time in my life where the Subaru motto “confidence in motion” came to also describe how I was learning to live and move in my various spheres of influence as a woman, well-loved daughter, wife, mother, Birthing Center Nurse, writer and prophetess. I learned that “Subaru” is a Japanese word for “Pleiades” a beautiful open-star cluster in the night sky. I was destined for the heavens as I journeyed here on earth. I was comfortable in my own skin and supremely grateful.

For years, I had driven my standard “stick shift” friend, named “Scarlet” through stormy nights to help deliver babies, through many miles to help lay my father to rest, to be with friends in need, to rejoice with and be present with people I love. I was so grateful for it all and for my red friend.

This particular journey ultimately led me to a local Subaru dealership that I always felt was above me. It seemed like I had arrived at the right destination yet I was thinking too small. As I surrendered this mindset to my Papa God, He removed it and settled my heart. All the details began to fall into place. I test drove several vehicles and a blue Forester was standing out to me. Just four years old and low in mileage, this car offered comfort, safety, efficiency and beauty to me. Something inside was stretching, enlarging, seeing myself as new and accepting this possibility. I felt empowered, prepared and equipped to make this decision. I realized I was ready. I realized I was thankful.

My search had begun at the end of September and continued through October. As I had prayed, researched, dreamed about several cars and got pre-qualified financially at my credit union, I heard in my heart ” it would be good in October but so much better in November.” He was guiding me. I chose to wait until November. I was so very grateful.

The morning of November 9, Scarlet and I made our final drive. We arrived at Van Bortel Subaru and I was teary. Silly as it may seem to some, I expressed gratitude to Scarlet for all her years of service to me and released her to bless someone else. I shared my heart with the lady behind the desk at the showroom. She was kind and suggested I take a picture with my red car next to my blue car. That was very comforting. I sincerely thanked her.

I had been working with a wonderful salesperson “Ben” who was patient, empowering and helpful. I also met Kitty Van Bortel, a very kind business woman par excellence. She is founder and president of Van Bortel Subaru and had actually ridden in Scarlet when my red friend was being assessed for trade-in value. Kitty understood my bittersweet soul. She seconded the plan to take a picture with both vehicles next to her, myself and Ben. Little did I know she planned to post it on the Van Bortel site page, along with a wonderful sentiment. She had no idea I am a writer and poet when she penned beneath our photo:” from Subaru to Subaru, from red to blue, may every adventure be wonderful for you! Safe travels.” She added “After 15 years of love with a beloved Subaru Forester, it was time for a fresh one.”

This was no coincidence! My God knew just what I needed and made sure I received it in my own personal love language of writing. Perfect timing on a perfect day. Wait ’til November! I am so grateful I did.

Thankful in loss and transition…thankful in being blessed. Grateful when content with little and grateful when being honored with much. Gratitude restores the soul in a timeless, personal way. It even heals grief.

I was grateful for the day when I drove my blue Forester off the lot and began to bond with her. I was grateful as I continued to learn about the Pleiades or Subaru and discovered they are known as blue stars. They are called the stars of November as that is when they rise and are first clearly seen. They speak of having vision for this time in my life. Their name also means “one who gathers.” I researched the names of the “seven sisters” stars of Subaru. I chose Alcyone, the brightest one, for my new blue friend and will call her “Alcy” for short. It is such a pleasure to travel with her. I feel safe. I feel special. I feel inspired. I shine like the stars.

I had the opportunity to speak a blessing over Kitty Van Bortel and also to Ben. My journey in time had brought me to a significant upgrade in my own self-worth. This God who fathers me and loves me so much was showing me how to love myself.

I found myself standing in a place of convergence. Things had lined up and a place inside of me was stretching and enlarging in this experience. Vulnerability was giving way to blessing. The Lord of the starfields was revealing himself to me in yet another remarkable way. The provision of a fresh vehicle symbolized a new way to live and move and have my being. I was moving from “Confidence in motion” to being “a visionary who gathers.”

Thanksgiving and gratitude are this new way. They cover me and lead me in a lifestyle of health in my soul. Yes, each year at this time, November comes around. As the days grow shorter and darker, it is a natural time to embark on a journey of reflection, a bit of introspection and assessment of my life path. But darkness is not neccesarily a bad thing. As I look up at the stars in the night sky, I am so grateful for He who makes me to shine with confidence in motion and vision to gather like Alcyone, my new star friend.

Thank-you, dear Papa. Thank-you.

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August Guest

Enjoying the warmth of this seasonal guest’s visit and wanting her to linger

August sunshine splashes through the window

onto the guest room floor

on a still Tuesday morning

marked by cricket hum backdrop.

The season has seasoned,

summer establishing herself

in this dear month

of pleasant present,

not seeking to impress,

but just being irresistibly lovely and intentional,

splashing her August sunshine

onto my guest room floor.

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August

Thoughts on the final day of this marvelous month…

Like a plump, lush peach

is August to me …

fully-ripened sweet summer at peak,

to smell and hold and taste,

and savor,

before she becomes soft

past-priming, into a different color …

and new memory.

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Fireflies Nuance

Wanderlust calls.

And my childlike heart

responds instantly to the invitation.

Off into the field of wonderment

I go …

pulled into the magnificent space

of the fireflies,

as they escort me

into their dimension,

bobbing, weaving, darting, blinking in unison

through the nuances of the woodlands

bordering my backyard

in enchantment.

Wanderlust calls.

Off into the field of wonderment

I go ,

imbibing summer’s perfume

in this moment

I wish never to forget

as I stand, halted …

taking it in,

in midst of her supernatural light display

of glory.

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I Heard an Urgent Alarm in the Calling of the Crows

A Chance Encounter on a Snowy February Afternoon…

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The blatant cackling had been persistent for about ten minutes now. I had heard it before and knew it to be obnoxious crows. This is what they do from time to time. They pick a tree and gather in a seeming crow convention. You kind of learn to ignore it. This however was different. Accelerating in volume, intensity and maximum urgency, it drew me to the sliding glass door to peer outside. it was clear an alarm was being sounded that could not be ignored. But what was it?

I stepped out onto the deck, looked to my left and could not ignore the dramatic activity of multiple crows encircling a barren winter tree, at ever accelerating velocity. They were of one purpose with their mission, but what was it?

Suddenly I saw it! How could I have missed it? A single, majestic red-tailed hawk perched high up on a singular winter branch had snared a lone black crow. The captured one made no movement as it lay in the efficient, all-encircling talons of the hawk. Surely this was no contest between the two fowl families. All seemed lost for this unfortunate crow. Too little, too late, as they say.

And then an unexpected, marvelous thing happened, right before my eyes. Additional forces of crows appeared on the scene assisting their comrades. Their mission’s pace increased to a yet higher intensity. Around and around the crow army flew and called out. It was as if all the world was being invited to stop what it was doing and witness what was about to take place.

The dignified hawk abruptly dropped the seemingly lifeless crow from its great talons. Simultaneously, the crow stirred, “came to itself” and mounted up into the air while the hawk spread its massive wings and took efficient flight in the same direction towards the forest that adjoins our property.

Not to be outdone, the cackling group of crows mounted their flight like a well-oiled machine in pursuit of their clan’s new mortal enemy. The aerial display of the hawk swooping up and down in mid-air to dislodge his pursuers was impressive and inspiring to say the least. The volume of the pursuit, like the previous rescue, increased seemingly for all the world to hear and be impressed by. It did however take itself to an unseen realm in the woods where I could no longer observe and be amazed by this chance encounter.

So what lessons could I take away from this serendipitously observed event on a February winter’s afternoon? Power in numbers? Never give up? United purpose, agreeing “as one” never fails?

I found that I could not settle on a single inspirational message from what I had just been privileged to witness. Rather, I would simply savor in gratitude the wonder of creation and its Creator in those rare moments when I have been seemingly invited to behold what for many, is unseen…beyond the veil of dailiness. That day I was given the eyes to see and hears to hear. It was urgent alarm and more… in the calling of the crows.

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Autumnal Procession

Witnessing a Season’s Glory

Autumn, her subtle arrival unannounced,

is passing through.

With copper radiance adorning her face,

crowned and fully seasoned,

she approaches midlife.

A V-sentinel of wild geese, moving in their sky ranks,

wordlessly herald her procession.

Something has told them it is time to begin,

as currents of mounting leaves bid them farewell

amidst a flourish of swirling winds.

Ageless, yet ancient,

the gracious bounty of ripening blessing tumbles,

disheveled from Autumn’s overflowing apron,

thanksgiving trailing in her train,

While reigning over the equinox splendor,

He who is the stability of our times,

witnesses and enjoys,

with a slow smile creasing His face

in “well done” approval.

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What If?

What do you do when time has passed and a dream has died? What if something else, something unprecedented… is about to happen?

She had never been this desperate. Life meant nothing anymore without this dream fulfilled. She wept in anguish, bowed down to the earth with a raw soul that reached singularly toward Heaven.

How could it be? Had God really closed the womb of Hannah, creating this desperation? For years, Hannah had longed for a son. In her deep places she declared “I have poured out my soul before the Lord,” (I Sam 1:15) and she promised to “lend him to the Lord” for all of his life. What if a deeper plan was being released?

And so the poignant cry again went up to Heaven, “I long for a son…!” But on this day, something new happened. A cry also came down from Heaven, ” I long for a prophet!” Like labor contractions in the unseen realm, Hannah’s cries continued to meet with God’s cries, “I want a prophet!” in increasing frequency and intensity. in the spirit realm they met. A space was created, sown by holy desperation, where the dream of God converged with the dream of Hannah. A supernatural conception was taking place. Soon, a physical one would. Even the temple priest realized something had happened. “Go in peace and the God of Israel grant your petition…” (I Sam 1:17.)

“So it came to pass in the process of time that Hannah conceived and bore a son and called his name Samuel “because I have asked for him from the Lord.” (v 20.) Samuel was the prophet God’s heart had longed for. His life released God’s trajectory for Israel as he heard God’s voice and intuited His heart in the spirit.

What if your greatest, desperate longing is an intentional setup to meet supernaturally with God’s deep longing and desire for the now? What if a seeming disappointment or unfulfillment is deliberately waiting for the catalytic activation of your heart cry mixing with God’s? What if Holy Spirit has been drawing your heart to meet with God’s in a spirit space where your and his dreams meet?

Be it a personal, family, corporate or world dream, I challenge you to let your desperation launch your heart to meet with His. He says He no longer calls us servants but friends, because He wants to reveal to us what He dreams of, what He longs for, what He is doing. (John 15:15-16.)

On behalf of Heaven, I break off weariness from you. Courage is being put back into you for this specific, intentional time in which you live. Be released to let your heart respond and cry out its dream to Him anew.

Christine O’Riley

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Song of July

(Deep Summer Cries Out)

Swimming can be a place of supernatural encounter where the water surrounds me and holds me like God does. With that can come a sense of uniting with nature in awe and pure adoration. Such serendipitous times are spontaneous, life-changing treasures that my heart wants to capture and remember…

July,…July,…July, … July

July is praising you, Lord.

July,…July,…July, …July

July is praising you, Lord.

I lie in the water, look up at Your face.

All of creation lauds You in this place.

I long to join in the unending song

All nature calls to me, so I sing along.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising you, Lord.

July,…July,…July,…July

July is praising you, Lord.

Sun on the water shines light in the trees

My heart leaps and dances, praising like these.

Wonder breaks out in spontaneous song,

And all of creation is singing along.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising You, Lord.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising you, Lord.

All that has breath adores You,

Nature sings out before you.

July praises you, God…

And so do I.

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I Have Two Fathers in Heaven

If my Dad were here on earth today, he would be turning 93 years old. Fact is, he is now one of two fathers I have in Heaven. Because of him, my heart has been fully persuaded that both he and my heavenly father absolutely adore me. It is not because he never made a mistake or lost his temper with me. He trusted a perfect father to cover him in his parenting of me and to fill in the gaps. That amazing love has covered a multitude of shortfalls and continues to ground my life. I miss you Dad. I love you forever. Your fathering lives on through my mothering of many. Happy Birthday.

So today is my Daddy’s birthday. It comes two days after my own. He told me more than once that throughout his life he had always wanted a daughter. During my mother’s pregnancy with me he told everyone he knew that he was sure the baby was a girl. When I arrived in the early morning hours two days before his own celebration, he felt he had received the best gift ever. Now that will make a daughter feel special indeed. It will also do wonders for her in approaching her heavenly Papa.

Maybe that is why this year I heard something extraordinary as I lay in bed in late evening, falling asleep on my birthday’s eve. Tender thoughts and impressions were being spoken and reaching out to me on the inside. “You know how expectant parents have hopes and dreams for their children? I always had dreams and hopes for you before I ever created you. The dreams were about you and for you, a very wide array of them. While I was creating you, the dreams were there with you. My joy is in watching you, living in/with you and seeing my dreams for you fulfilled.”

I was made aware that sixty-eight years ago when I was birthed, purposes, plans and dreams were set into motion in me and for me and on my behalf. I could sense their movement and continuing power in my life. It made me want to continue my life’s journey with new vigor, inspiration and renewed purpose. I felt like I was carrying a kind of torch or baton for my generation’s leg of the life relay. My earthly Dad handed it to me at his heavenly homegoing so that I could run into my heavenly Papa’s arms at the end of my own earthly trek.I was very aware those thoughts and feelings did not originate from me and I am forever changed by them.

So, dear Dad, I love you forever. I miss you every day but your birthday is a significant day of inspiration for me. You make me want to finish strong. You make me want to be fearless and excellent in every way. Most of all, you paved the way for me to know the adoration of my heavenly Daddy, my Abba. I may have been your birthday gift, but that is the greatest gift you ever gave me.

Thank-you, Dad. Happy Birthday.

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Exploding into the Night

Tonight I was drawn and had to go outside as the sounds started, increasing and building upon one another into the night. Fireworks from everywhere, all at once. A great sense of unity and singularity of purpose washed over me in the atmosphere as I stood in the darkness and raised my hands with my heart toward Heaven imagining and seeing something extraordinary…

Near and far away I hear them exploding into the night.

Great ones, lesser ones, all works of fire launching up into the sky,

Spangled against the stars.

And I imagine a unity among them all, a common work

As if they were fiery prayers finding their explosive paths

Up into the heavens …

A great rushing together with singularity of purpose,

And simultaneous perseverance

With the passion of hearts afire.

Prayer missiles enroute to the keeper and sender of consuming flames,

Crying out for this country, on their mission to break through…

That Heaven’s fire be sent to hit its mark

in the corporate heart of this nation, igniting the truth of her identity.

Let true freedom burn in the darkness

Never…to be extinguished from within, a dimly smoking reed.

Near and far away I hear them. I am joined to them

As a great purposeful singularity of intensity is raised…

Prayer bombs exploding into the night,

Exploding into the night.