Behold means to observe something impressive or remarkable.
Behold is a word that is often spoken or read at this time of the year. Cultivate the wonder—good and evil—happening around us.
Behold the sunshine on the daffodil and the burst of forsythia.
Behold the people who come to us in so many temperaments— “flavors” if you will.
Observe the nuances and withhold judgment. Or at least try.
Who was my mother to me? Who was I to my mother?
As spring’s rebirth begins, we behold troubled times. What can we control tomorrow? We have enough to take care of today. Isn’t that what He told us? “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~ Matthew 6:34
Behold. The river of life flows with interest and meaning. Imagine it in all its beauty and its ugliness, its poverty and its wealth.
You know it is time to write.
Listen for the moment the first coo of the mourning dove wakens after winter’s bone-chilling, gray-draped days. Watch for the moment the purple and pink hyacinths bloom by the fence. Remember she who planted them so long ago.
Do you? Do you write about her?
Those around us, those who came before us and are no more…those who hurt or helped us—all are a story.
Behold. There is grace to the story— a moment of mercy either for them or for us. Or maybe both of us.
Along the long and winding “river”, we learn the journey’s questions —and answers. Through the prism of time, we reflect on the memories, the life once lived, the life to live now, not tomorrow.
And so we write.
Behold the work of others and remember what they wrote. Writers need the grace of encouragement.
Focus—“behold” —dawn cascading over the hillside spilling its vivid colors of life. Embrace the expectation and the hope when beholding the river of life.
How do you behold each new day?
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Thank you, Marian, for the encouragement and support.
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