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1963 Dodge Panel Van

In My Photos on March 31, 2009 at 5:53 pm

We were on our way to visit Grandpa (my dad) this morning, but stopped to grab him a cup of his favorite coffee, first. My Little Man and I were pulling in to the local gas station, when this wonder of a creation caught my eye.

Not only was I impressed with it, but the little man was as well. I told him that I wanted to go take a picture of it and he just smiled at me. I think that he thought I was joking, until I asked if he wanted to go with me (meaning…let’s go). He told me that he didn’t want to, but he knew it was already a done deal :o).

The man that owned it was pumping his gas behind it. I walked around, admiring it on the way, to ask him if he’d mind me taking a few photos. He smiled and said “not at all – go ahead”. Does any guy mind when a pretty girl is admiring his car? I know, I said I was pretty…no, I’m not vain…just realistic (hahaha – shaking my head at myself – I am funny – hahaha).

I stepped back and grabbed a few shots, but felt a little bad because I wasn’t able to share them with the man who actually owns this “guy”. I know, I called the metal contraption a “guy”….but as I told Dan earlier today, I am a mechanic’s daughter…a lover of metal contraptions (just ask the school bus that I drive). It’s true, I fall in love with everything I drive…not that it is love at first sight, mind you…I’ve driven a few things that needed to prove themselves first.

Anyway, I thought I’d share these pictures with you. I asked the guy what it was, he looked at me like it didn’t matter. I don’t think he realized that this pretty girl may know a thing or two about cars….maybe I just looked like a loony-bird with my little chicklet in tow, taking pictures at random. I don’t know…but he did tell me when I gave him the “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me, look”.

It’s a 1963 Dodge Panel Van and it really is in pretty fine shape for being driven here from mid-south. I didn’t share the plate, out of respect to the driver.

Oh and I see that it’s a little rough here and there…but that’s the way I like ’em. There’s more character to find (in everything) when it’s not perfect :o).

Why I am waiting this morning….

In My Faith, Odd Me on March 31, 2009 at 10:00 am

Bet you can’t guess what I’m doing right now? I’m boiling water. Why, you ask? Well, because I have to if I am going to get cleaned up before the day.

I’ve awakened a little earlier than usual this morning because, rather than taking a shower, I am forced to take a bath before the day begins. I’ve spent a few quiet moments with The Lord, but not as much as I’d prefer; although, I know that He’s right here with me.

So, now you want to know why I am taking a bath rather than a shower this morning, right? Well….apparently, I missed the hint with the fuel this time. Yes, we’ve run out. Ray wasn’t so thrilled when he found out only minutes into his after work shower last night.

Thankfully, we have a nice little radiant electric heater (and electricity). Last night was toasty warm with that little bugger running downstairs.

So, no great and wondrous post here but I just wanted to share my morning. Oh, I’m also drinking a cup of coffee and waiting…waiting for a few more quiet moments as I sit in a hot bath; but I can’t linger too long…the day awaits me.

Father, Thank You for this morning, for reminding me to be thankful for the conveniences that seem trivial in daily life but truly are a blessing to us. You’ve just made me aware of this – without electricity the other night, without fuel for hot water and heat – okay, I am aware :o). Thank you, for all that You provide to me on a daily basis, for loving us and caring for our needs and beyond our needs. I love You, not because of what You do for me. Father, I love You because of the deepness of Your Love for me and for the many vast ways that You remind me of Your Love.

Now, I am off to a morning bath! Oh, and one more thing….this, too, is good :o)

Because of the Song…

In Uncategorized on March 30, 2009 at 4:44 pm

I’ve been lingering in my thoughts of sharing this with you but I know that I’m suppose to. I always know that I’m suppose to but tend to linger (I know I just said the same thing twice).

Lately, I have found myself terribly frustrated with the enormous thoughts of things I need to do, should do, haven’t done, will do…etc. I get all caught up within my thinking, even as I spend time talking with The Lord about these things…I think and find myself in a cloud of confusion. After the confusion sets in, I just go about the day as things come along…I drift back to basics.

I think many of us tend to do this in life. We get caught up in the busy, tizzy of life and without realizing what’s happening; we lose ourselves into “getting things done”. So often, The Lord allows me to do this (free will, ya know). He walks with me, tapping my shoulder. He leads me, and I look around as I grasp tightly to his one finger; getting caught up in the surroundings. I don’t forget to include Him in everything. Years ago, I asked Him to continually be a part of my life, my thoughts, my words, my thinking; to give me the awareness of His continual presence. There is not one part of who I am that desires to be away from Him…EVER and that is honesty from my heart.

I’ve learned; however, that with this desire so strong inside of me – the fleshly reaction tends to quickly attempt to do my own thing…without my heart even knowing it. Does that make sense to you? I do not like it, do not choose it, but it happens.

SO!!!! Yesterday morning, I searched for the Sunday Praise song that I so desperately wanted to share. I found it and posted it before going to Church. After arriving at Church, I stood there pouring out my heart in songs that could have been written from my soul….I felt spring blossom up inside again. Clarity came to my mind and washed out all of the gray clouds of confusion that I’d wandered into lately.

One song ended, and another began. I closed my eyes and The Lord brought visuals to my mind of all the stories I’ve been writing. It was almost like watching a video on a television screen but the pictures were not any I’ve thought of before, they were new to me. He showed me this and that, then went on to some recent photos’ that I’ve been taking.

I didn’t really know why He was showing me all of this, and then the next song began. It was Mighty to Save; the same song that I posted earlier in the morning. As I began singing it with everything I have inside of me, I heard Him ever so clearly speak to me. He said, “You ARE in My Will. In ALL that you’ve done and will do, You ARE in My Will.”

I lost it, 0n the inside I felt as though I just fell to my knees; overwhelmed by His attention to me, His answers to questions that I hadn’t even asked. It was as though He completely answered my heart. This is not the first time in all of the years with Him that He’s done this. He does it all of the time…answer questions that I don’t know I have until He clears my mind out.

See, I’ve been feeling like I spend too much time doing nothing…or doing something but never doing the right thing. I know why I’ve been feeling this way, now. I am always amazed at myself because I can know exactly what is going on in my life, but still forget why I feel the way I do when in the moment.

Carried away…that’s the problem. I’ve forgotten to LIVE IN THIS MOMENT again. I found this quote today and added to it with a little fluff of a picture I found. I know that to you, it may not make any sense of why I feel it coincides with this post – but it so does to me.When I saw the quote this morning, I thought of it’s importance in my life. I don’t claim to know all of the answers to everything. I have a need to share my journey, my growth, my faith and life with you all. It is for a purpose beyond my own desire. God has put a song in my soul to share, because of Him and for Him.

I have a song to sing….and so do you.

Now…with all of that said, I just came on to blog about all of this and found that Denise had just shared some of her own similar thoughts. The Scripture verse that she’s used and her own thoughts are so familiar to the message shared at Church yesterday.

“I’ve told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I’ve conquered the world.” ~John 16:33 from The Message

PPP-"S" Sunday’s Alphabet Prompt

In PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on March 30, 2009 at 4:25 pm

It was a very chilled morning on the playground. I remember forcing out our breathe just to see it almost forming into icycles in front of our face.

So many times, we were told not to put our tongues on the metal all around us. I suppose some of us are just more curious than others, huh?

Well, she was. It was scary, really; to see someone you know completely stuck to the metal of that tall slide. How did she get into that position in the first place? Why didn’t she just listen to the advice, the warnings, the…oh! Oh, no! She just pulled her tongue away and it’s a bloody mess. Here comes the nurse.

Yup, true story. Nope, not me. Thank God, I was one of the ones that chose to listen to the warnings :o)

~my contribution at Pictures, Poetry & Prose

PPP-Bowling

In Awards, My Childhood, My Life, PPP Featured Posts, PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on March 30, 2009 at 4:19 pm

I think I was all of ten years old when I found freedom in the bowling alley….

My friend, the one that grew up right next door to me, joined the local bowling team and asked me if I could come along with her one Saturday morning. I was surprised when my mother said that I could go.

Stepping foot into that place was a new world for me. I went and watched my friend bowl. I continued to go because I loved the freedom of being there without my mom or dad. I could be in an adult environment, feel like my own person, just for a little while each Saturday morning. That is why I wanted to go, until…….

the day that I actually slipped my fingers into a ball, stood steadily contemplating the right swing of my arm and positioning of my body. I took a few single steps and let her go, right down the center and blowing over the pins. I felt a whole entire new feeling…a feeling of control, of accomplishment and surety.

The next season of Saturday bowling came along and guess who signed up for a team? It was me, with my very own bowling ball, even. I think my mom could see the need I had inside for this little bit of freedom and self control. She found a ball at a yard sale, had it fitted perfectly for me and when it returned to me, my initials were also carved into it.

I was on the local Saturday morning bowling team for a few years, until the next stage of life became apparent….boys.

~my contribution at Pictures, Poetry & Prose

PPP-Inner Woman

In My Life, PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on March 30, 2009 at 4:10 pm

Waiting, hoping, wishing for the day to come; I longed for the gift well known to women. I was thirteen when I experienced the first expression of my inner woman. Learning who I was, on the inside did not come with the gift; it came with time.

Pain, agony, unsure of myself; I struggled to push him out. I was twenty-six when I experienced the second expression of my inner woman. Becoming a mother brought an overwhelming feeling of love and completion to my life.

Surrender, trusting, hope; I had no other choice. I was thirty when I experienced the third expression of my inner woman. With each child, I’d fear for their lives without me; a mother giving her children back to God.

Watching, wondering, waiting; I could do no more than this. I was thirty-three when I experienced the fourth expression of my inner woman. The daughter I was wouldn’t allow for me to force my mother to take care of herself.

Understanding, praying, loving; I lived to bring joy to my mother’s heart. I was thirty-six when I experienced the fifth expression of my inner woman. Knowing her life on this earth would soon come to an end.

Releasing, growing, alone; I became a motherless daughter. Still, at thirty-six and experiencing more of the expressions of my inner woman. I am on a new journey of discovering myself.

Joyful, thoughtful, thankful; I find the days full of emotion. I am now, thirty-seven as I experience the expressions of truth in my inner woman. This is a place where I am finally able to believe in myself.

~ This is only the beginning of MY Inner Woman :o)

(my contribution at Pictures, Poetry & Prose on March 27th)

In the dark.

In My Family, My Photos on March 30, 2009 at 12:39 pm

Last Thursday night, the boys and I were eating some dinner and watching a movie, when the lights went out. That was daddy’s “go ahead” for nap time. While he was napping, we were enjoying some in the dark kind of fun. The boys jumped right on looking for the flash-lights and we commenced to playing….

Me? I grabbed my camera, of course, thinking this would be a great opportunity to learn and play with it a little. Sammy and Josh grabbed a few books and actually sat down together on the couch, being silly and laughing with one another. It really was a happy moment for mom :o), just look at them….

The lights were out for almost an hour; we don’t know why but I realized how much we needed that time…just to be in the calm without noise. It was good! I’ll be honest with you, I sometimes feel like I can just hear all of the buzzing of the electricity, inside. Do any of you experience that? It’s only when the electricity goes completely out in our house, where I can truly enjoy the sense of calm and quiet of nature. I experience the calm and quiet outside of home, sometimes but not nearly enough.

It certainly was a fun hour, enjoyable and good for us :o)

Praise Our Maker Sunday-Mighty To Save

In Sunday Praise on March 29, 2009 at 12:17 pm

Oh, YES and AMEN!

Scriptor’s Dragon

In PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written, Scriptors Dragon on March 28, 2009 at 5:15 pm
I thought I’d post a full version without the breaks, for easier reading. This story began with the posting of my friend, Scriptor, as he’d taken a photo of his garden dragon. I had so much fun writing this story and believing in it :o). I hope that you’re all blessed with the story and the wonder of believing……

SCRIPTOR’S DRAGON
as written by
©2009 Simply Heather
To everyone else, this little dragon appears to be just another garden statue but to those who have treasured their imagination, this dragon has a story. This is his story:

With the newly spring air, comes the sounds of birds and little flowers popping through the ground. Also, along with spring comes that curious man; the one that I saw this day with a funny contraption in his hand.

I was lying there, as usual through the colder months, when I suddenly felt thumping getting closer and closer to me. It didn’t bother enough to open my eyes; I just lay there enjoying the sunshine on my back. I heard a little bit of a cricking sound, a little more thumping and then it was gone. So curious, I thought but still not enough for me to open my eyes.

A little while had gone by when this funny little bird came up and perched itself upon my back. “Excuse me, my feather friend,” I said; and the bird shrieked with a loud fright as it flew away. I suppose that it’s time to get busy, I thought to myself.

I don’t think that anyone really knows the life of a dragon, such as me. So many think I just sit here, for their personal enjoyment; maybe bringing them thoughts of wonder. My life is much more important than that, you know.

Every little dragon, when they’re young is brought to a special place in the clouds, where we meet the Keeper of Life. It truly is an amazing place to be, with colors not of this world and warmth embracing my scales. When we are there, the Keeper, welcomes us with a banquet feast and desserts. He looks us over and one by one, we approach him to receive our life’s gifting. This gifting is a blessing to touch people on earth, but the people aren’t aware. We are able to help the Keeper with Creation and with everything that the people put their own hands to.

I was just a little dragon, younger than most, when I approached the Keeper. He smiled at me so big and bright, and then He told my mum and father that my gift would come early; that there was a man on earth in need of such a promising dragon…in his garden. I was so excited; though, mum was not. She wanted to keep me little forever, and by her side, but the Keeper insisted and told her that I’d grow to make them proud.

The only thing about this that was a little frustrating for such a young dragon is that I didn’t understand what my gift was. We aren’t told. It is something that we have to discover. It took me a few years to discover mine and I still don’t know if anyone else is aware of it, but when I use my gifting, it makes me want to fly.

You see, all winter long, I sit here; similar to a bear when he hibernates, only during this time, I receive messages from the Keeper. He reminds me of the beauty I hold within myself, the ability to create life and nourish it to bring joy to these people. During this time, I am warm and comfortable. Peace fills me up, even in the cold air out here in the garden.

When the first sunshine engulfs me and the air has changed to a natural essence, I know that it is time for spring; that it is time for me to share my gifts. Today is the day that it will begin, this year.

I search around to find the nearest watering hole each morning, to begin the process of the days work. Gathering just enough droplets to throw into the air, I breathe a bit of fire onto them. This is how the morning air becomes moist, just enough to feed the buds on the trees and the grass below, the earth and the worms. Everything perks up just a tiny bit with each moistened drop. You can’t imagine how far just a little bit goes, reaching across town and back; which makes me wonder….there must be other dragons somewhere, doing the same.

My days and nights are full of this work, filling the air with just the right amount of moisture; but this is not all that I do. I find seeds that are dropped from the flowers and trees, I help to plant them into the ground and nourish them to grow throughout spring. There are times that I do get a little carried away with my work. You’ll see evidence of this as you look around into the fields that should be green. I cannot help myself. My favorite color is yellow, you know and those little dandelions are so tasty to us dragons.

I recall so many people spraying these precious little flowers with horrible tasting spray; this made me sick for weeks and unable to fully share my work with them. If only they knew how much everything in this world is needed. I think that the man that lives in this house knows. I watch him often. I’d like to be his friend, but it just isn’t possible. For every time a human sets eyes upon me, they only see a statue. Oh, if only they knew.

One evening, I scampered my way through the grasses and mud just to see my friend inside his home. He was sitting so steadily, almost as if he were the statue. I laughed; it was funny to think that. Staring at this very bright screen and moving his fingers quickly on some kind of board, he was. Then my eyes caught sight of a beautiful dragon, on this bright screen of his. How strange, I thought. I wonder what this all means. I just studied that dragon for awhile and realized that the nature around this dragon was the same of my home. There must be another dragon here, right where I am. With all of this exciting thought, I lost my grip and struggled to reach onto the window. I must have made some noise because the man got up and ran over to find me setting there on the ground. He said a few funny things that I didn’t understand and then closed the window.

I’d better get back to my home setting before he comes out to see me here, I thought, and he did. No sooner did I reach my place when there he was standing at the window outside, looking for me. I laughed with a little fright, to watch him. He was scurrying around in the same place, scratching his head and talking when he looked over at me. I saw the questioned look upon his face. I had all I could do not to snort with laughter. I like this man. I need to find out more about him and where that other dragon might be. Later, after all of the excitement of this one day, I drifted off into my sleep with hopes of finding out more the next day.

I awaken in the hands of my friend. He is curiously studying my physique and gliding his hands over my back. It kind of tickles a little and I chuckle a bit inside. When a human looks at me, or picks me up, I remain a hardened statue; almost like rock. This is like the shell of a turtle, only that I can see and hear and feel through my surface. It’s all that I know.

I see my friend looking closely at the make of my shell. His eyes look so large, so close; it makes me laugh inside. I wonder what he’s doing, what he is thinking; and then he sets me back down onto the grass. It’s not even quite daylight yet. He is never out here at this time of day. I wonder now how I will complete the morning’s tasks with him out here wandering about. I hear him talking and looking around; I just wish I could understand his words. They aren’t like my own. Maybe someday, the Keeper will enable me this wish.

As I pondered these thoughts, a squirrel quickly scampered right in front of my nose and jumped on my friend’s foot. I realized that this squirrel was creating a bit of havoc in the garden and trying to cause trouble for my friend. This pesky furred critter kept stealing the seeds from the ground and storing them in places where no one would want a tree to grow. He kept me busy most mornings. He also would steal the special food that my friend would put out for the flyers. The pretty little flyers in the air are called birds. I like them. It’s not to say that I don’t like the squirrels as well, they just seem to make my days longer; that’s all.

I’ve just noticed that my friend has gone into the house. I take this moment to begin my morning tasks before the sun has fully embraced us. A little droplet here and a bit of fire there, creating the atmosphere’s perfection. I notice that there are a few tiny bud lings coming from the ground and cannot open well on their own. I approach them; and as I touch them with my claw paw, they open. With the last few years, this has never happened before and I understand that maybe there are more giftings for me from the Keeper.

Because of that wonderful touch, I am now in an adventure of thought. What other gifts may come to me? Maybe a day will come when I’m able to soar the sky like these flyers…I mean the birds. I know that other dragons have wings on their backs. I cannot tell if I do or not, I am not able to see my back. Actually, I don’t even really know what I look like other than my feet. I really can only see the other dragons in my family and those I befriend, but they do not all look alike or have the same things. It does make me curious.

With this curiosity, I once again remember that dragon on the box in my friends room; reminding me that there must be another dragon out here in the garden somewhere. I begin searching in the areas I’ve not gone before; finding other little life that I’ve not seen. What a large place this is. I can’t believe that I’ve never ventured beyond my own little section of the garden before.

During my exploration, I hear my friend scampering around outside again; which causes me a bit of fright because I am no longer where he left me. I look over in search of him. He’s digging around in the flowers, moving the grasses with his hands and mumbling words. I am so frustrated with my inability to understand him and with these thoughts, I hear myself grumble loudly. Uh-oh, I wonder if he heard that. I think that he did, because he’s now coming toward me.

Just as I sigh with relief of his passing by, I am quickly picked up. I feel a bit terrible to think I may be causing my friend a bit of lunacy while wondering what is going on in his garden. There he is holding me closely again, looking me over; then the appearance of his expression changes and his eyes begin to twinkle. I feel him rubbing on one part of my shelled back, but it feels differently than the other areas. I can feel the warmth of his hand there, in the one spot.

I believe this causes curiosity in him as much as it does for me. What is this change and how did it happen? He carries me over to the table and sets me there for a long while, staring at me and thinking; then he gets up and leaves. He left me right here on the top of the table, out in the open; where I would obviously be missing if I move. I wait for him to return.

The sky is beginning to change in color; turning from a bright blue that you could swim in, into a few different hues. I see purple, orange, yellow and a tint of red. There are large whispy clouds with a touch of gold just on their out skirts. It really is something to marvel at, and I think of the Keeper. As I get lost in the beauty of the sky, I become aware of a presence I’ve not had before. Someone is here with me, but I’m unable to move…it must be a person.

I hear a gentle voice approaching, still unable to understand but for a moment…I thought I could. There she stands directly in front of me, she’s so beautiful. My friend approaches and begins explaining something to her, his hands pointing at me and the different places that I’ve been in the garden. He points to the window above and the spot below, where I had fallen.

Both of their faces are filled with question and wonder as they look at me. She picks me up and holds me close to her face. I can smell her, she is sweet like the precious little valley lilies. She rubs my back and places me near to another statue in the garden, I think it is a bunny but it’s much larger than I. Although, I’m not a very large dragon, this somehow makes me feel quite small. They both walk away and enter the house.

You know, I’ve lived here for quite some time and have joyfully presented my gifts each morning throughout the days. I have never experienced so many changes as I am in these first two days of spring. The sun in the sky begins to fade away and the night air has returned. I do wonder if I will ever find that other dragon from here in the garden. I’m thinking maybe I will quickly peek into my friend’s window, one more time to gather a sight. I see that his light is on.

Just as I take the last footage onto the window sill, the window opens. I hear very clearly and can understand my friends words, “Aha – I’ve caught you.” He grabs me up and pulls me into this room. How is it that I can understand him? I’ve done nothing to earn this ability but I am so excited by it. Actually, now that I think again…I am also a little frightened.

“How could this be? You little garden dragon of mine. How is it that you are wandering about? I knew that something peculiar was going on out there, but not this. Well, do tell me, little dragon. I can see that you understand my words.”

He can? How he can see that, I wonder. It’s impossible for him to see me in the truth of who I am. He carries me over to this large shiny thing and sets me down in front of it. “This is you, little dragon. Look in the glass. This is your reflection.”
I just stand there and even though I hear him clearly and I know what he is saying; I find myself unable to understand. What does all of this mean?

Suddenly, someone walks into the room while I’m still sitting in front of this shiny thing. I hear my friend’s words, “I am showing the dragon his reflection”; but I’m unable to understand the other person. I find myself completely confused and a bit exhausted with all of this today. I am just getting weary trying to figure it all out.

My friend continues to explain to this person how I’ve become “alive” in recent days. Alive; I’ve always been “alive”, I think to myself. The other person seems to think that my friend has had too much sauce or something. I can see how terribly frustrated my friend is becoming. He picks me up and says, “Show him; show him that you are indeed alive.” If only I could. I don’t know why this person can only see me as a statue but my friend sees me for what I really am. How is this? Oh, I do wish that I could make this better for him.

Finally, the other person walks out of the room. My friend looks at me with such despair on his face. He sits down and covers his head. I walk over to him and he must have felt my breathe on his arm because he immediately looked up at me. “Why? Why, little dragon, did you not show him?”

I told him “I couldn’t. I don’t know what is going on either, my friend. I wanted to, so badly. I wanted to show him, just for you. I could see that you were becoming so frustrated. Please, do forgive me.”

When I spoke, he nearly fell from his seat. He jumped up and grabbed me in his arms. It was as though he completely forgot about the encounter with that person and how he had been feeling. He became full of excitement again and brought me over to the large shiny thing. He set me down in front of it and told me to dance. Dance; I thought, what is dance? I asked him and he started to move around wildly. I laughed so hard that I snorted and a little fire came from my nose. Well, that stopped him from moving and he came right over to me again.

“Did you see that, dragon?” he asked. “You snorted. Fire came from your nose. Did you see that in the mirror?” “What is a mirror?” I asked him. “You silly dragon, or silly me; I assumed you knew”, he told me; “The mirror is the large thing that you are standing in front of. The shiny thing; it shows what you look like. It reflects your image. See look at me in front of you, now look into the mirror.”

When I turned, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was two of my friend. I jumped back and almost fell off of the table. My friend laughed, but without a snort of fire. He just stood there watching me for some time, while I discovered myself and everything around me in this large shiny mirror. Yes, it was an adventure. It reminds me of the water outside sometimes, but I never realized that the other dragon I saw each time was me. Now, I’ve learned great things.

As I studied myself, I remembered the picture of the dragon on that box the other night; when I was watching my friend through the window. I had to use this opportunity to ask him. “The other night, I watched you through the window in here. I saw another dragon on your box over there, but the surroundings were the same as the garden where I live. Can you show me the other dragon? Do you know him?” I asked.

My friend scurried over to his box, like he knew exactly what I was asking of him. He quickly found the dragon that I was referring to and explained, “This is a photograph of you, little dragon. Like the mirror image of you; I can use my camera to capture your image and keep it. Later, I can put it in my computer…or the box as you call it, or I can use a special machine to print it out on paper.”

That is me? Well, this explains why I’ve not found the other dragon out there. So many wonderful things I am learning today, but almost too many. I glance out of the window to see night has reached us. I am so tired; I can’t even perform my gifts tonight. “I am tired, my friend. Could you please allow me the evening to sleep and we can talk more in the morning?” I ask.

He says to me, “Yes, little dragon and please call me, Scriptor”.

All throughout the night, the Keeper spoke to me telling me of changes coming ahead. Although, I didn’t ask any questions, He spoke of everything that I’d been questioning. He’s like that, you know. It is as if He is always with me.

He told me that the reasons I began my journey here on earth, finding the gifts that He has placed within me, were only the beginnings of finding myself. All of the gifts that I’ve shared since the first day here have been perfectly purposed but will now be passed on to the next little dragon in line for life.

A part of me felt sorrow because I had no choice in these changes coming about, until He shared the rest with me. He said that I’ve begun the next journey of sharing life, living and being purposeful. He reminded me of my friend and the reasons why I was placed in his garden. He said that my friend needed me, that he needed to return to the child of believing within himself and that this was why my friend could now see me and I could understand him.

I suppose that we’re on this adventure together, I thought to myself and the Keeper said, “Yes, little dragon, you are on this adventure together.”

Just after the Keeper said those words to me, I awakened to the sun on my face. I opened my eyes to see Scriptor there, waiting ever so patiently for me to wake up from my sleep. As soon as my eyes opened, he smiled and asked if I slept well last night. I told him that I did but had many things to share with him from the Keeper.

He asked me who “the Keeper” was. I forgot that he didn’t already know Him. It just seems as though we’ve known one another for so long, Scriptor and I. I told him that the Keeper was the Maker of all things, including me and him. He looked at me with a peculiar face, not truly understanding…but that’s okay. Why would he take this news easily from a dragon?

We talked about many things that morning. I shared with him what my gifts once were and that I would now be changing. I think he was a little worried with the thought that change was going to take place, mostly because we’ve just truly discovered this new life together. I explained that I felt I’d be here with him for some time to come, that the changes were not to take me away but to keep me here; that we would learn together.

I told him that the Keeper said I was placed in Scriptor’s garden for a purpose and that reason was to return him to his believing heart, the wonder from the child within himself, once again. “The Keeper loves you, my friend, Scriptor. He told me so. He also told me that He knows you believe; that is why you are able to see me and to talk with me. The others in your life; the one that smelled so nice that day she came with you to the garden, to see me, she believes too. She didn’t stay with me long enough to really know though. Scriptor, it was because you pursued what you thought was really happening; that’s why I finally came to life for you. That is why we are able to be friends now. That is my purpose for being here at this time in your life. The Keeper wants you to know that you can believe.”

He didn’t know what to say when I said all of this to him. Truthfully, I didn’t even know that I knew all of this until it came from my mouth. We both just sat there quietly for a long time, but it was not an uncomfortable kind of quiet. It was good.

That day was the beginning of a life long friendship between Scriptor and me. Years of discovering that believing was seeing. Before I end the telling of my story to you, I will share that I have a new name. When I was born, the Keeper named me “Aden” which means “little fire”. He has recently told me that He’s placed my new name into Scriptor’s heart. Today, Scriptor told me that he shall call me “Aldwyn”; which means “old friend”. I do like my new name.

~ The End ~

Scriptor’s Dragon, Final Chapter

In Uncategorized on March 28, 2009 at 5:11 pm

All throughout the night, the Keeper spoke to me telling me of changes coming ahead. Although, I didn’t ask any questions, He spoke of everything that I’d been questioning. He’s like that, you know. It is as if He is always with me.

He told me that the reasons I began my journey here on earth, finding the gifts that He has placed within me, were only the beginnings of finding myself. All of the gifts that I’ve shared since the first day here have been perfectly purposed but will now be passed on to the next little dragon in line for life.

A part of me felt sorrow because I had no choice in these changes coming about, until He shared the rest with me. He said that I’ve begun the next journey of sharing life, living and being purposeful. He reminded me of my friend and the reasons why I was placed in his garden. He said that my friend needed me, that he needed to return to the child of believing within himself and that this was why my friend could now see me and I could understand him.

I suppose that we’re on this adventure together, I thought to myself and the Keeper said, “Yes, little dragon, you are on this adventure together.”

Just after the Keeper said those words to me, I awakened to the sun on my face. I opened my eyes to see Scriptor there, waiting ever so patiently for me to wake up from my sleep. As soon as my eyes opened, he smiled and asked if I slept well last night. I told him that I did but had many things to share with him from the Keeper.

He asked me who “the Keeper” was. I forgot that he didn’t already know Him. It just seems as though we’ve known one another for so long, Scriptor and I. I told him that the Keeper was the Maker of all things, including me and him. He looked at me with a peculiar face, not truly understanding…but that’s okay. Why would he take this news easily from a dragon?

We talked about many things that morning. I shared with him what my gifts once were and that I would now be changing. I think he was a little worried with the thought that change was going to take place, mostly because we’ve just truly discovered this new life together. I explained that I felt I’d be here with him for some time to come, that the changes were not to take me away but to keep me here; that we would learn together.

I told him that the Keeper said I was placed in Scriptor’s garden for a purpose and that reason was to return him to his believing heart, the wonder from the child within himself, once again. “The Keeper loves you, my friend, Scriptor. He told me so. He also told me that He knows you believe; that is why you are able to see me and to talk with me. The others in your life; the one that smelled so nice that day she came with you to the garden, to see me, she believes too. She didn’t stay with me long enough to really know though. Scriptor, it was because you pursued what you thought was really happening; that’s why I finally came to life for you. That is why we are able to be friends now. That is my purpose for being here at this time in your life. The Keeper wants you to know that you can believe.”

He didn’t know what to say when I said all of this to him. Truthfully, I didn’t even know that I knew all of this until it came from my mouth. We both just sat there quietly for a long time, but it was not an uncomfortable kind of quiet. It was good.

That day was the beginning of a life long friendship between Scriptor and me. Years of discovering that believing was seeing. Before I end the telling of my story to you, I will share that I have a new name. When I was born, the Keeper named me “Aden” which means “little fire”. He has recently told me that He’s placed my new name into Scriptor’s heart. Today, Scriptor told me that he shall call me “Aldwyn”; which means “old friend”. I do like my new name.

~ The End ~