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How ironic that the Weekly Photo Challenge for H2O came about as Hurricane Matthew was barreling up the Southeast Coast of the United States.

Please join me in offering up thoughts and prayers for our friends affected by this powerful storm.

Better yet, choose a way to Help those who did not ask for this much H2O!

Our bloggy buddy Mr. 3D , very close to Matthew’s ground zero, was keeping us abreast of the events until they presumably lost power…but I bet he will have some great photos of the H2O in his neck of the woods soon.

I really wish I could have photographed Matthew; I have enjoyed capturing storms in the past and was actually slated to have been there until Matthew, Southwest Airlines and God (not necessarily in that order) grounded me in no uncertain terms.

Phoo.

Instead, I offer some of my shots of Hurricanes Katrina and Ivan’s handiwork, two disasters I’ll never forget but which I am glad I rode out, mainly for the sake of being able to be present to offer aid and assistance to its victims in the aftermath:

Please, God, grant the people in the path of today’s storm mercy and faith; help ensure their every need is met and may they be blessed with resilience and peace.

God, I am humbled in Your having stopped the path of other storms as a result of this storm.

Father, Your impeccable timing has not escaped us and we thank You for Your perfect will and for guiding our hearts and lives.

As i compose this post in the sympathetic winds and Sandy Breezes of Hurricane Matthew from the next coast over, we thank You for delivery, forgiveness and purity as You purge clean and wash all things anew in the wake of destruction and darkness.

Thank You, God, for making good out of bad, wisdom out of tears, clean out of dirty and safety out of peril.

Please bless our friends in Matthew’s path and may they rise stronger out of this H2O.

 

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Without a QUEST to pursue, life would lack meaning.

A good quest – at all times and through all stages of life – keeps us fresh, motivated, growing and static. Without a quest, we grow stagnant and neurotic.

I notice that the word QUEST is the root of the word QUESTION – and to question is to pursue greater understanding.

And sometimes that means having a humbling wipeout before we can master our quest…but having faith throughout the quest itself that we CAN achieve!

Happy questing!

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Hey, God….thank You for providing us with new quests every day and in every stage of our lives, from the time we learn to walk, through relationships and education, through our passions and work and goals, and on through our twilight years and beyond.

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Today marks the third birthday of this blog.

It began as an alternative way to communicate. And, like many blogs, it evolved into a completely different animal altogether, then transforming to a platform for creative writing to a platform for photography to a platform for prayer and reflection. God, the sea and musings have never failed to tie them all together.

All these things are a reflection of growth having occurred, of forward movement, being swept up in the current of life.

If you’d asked me three years ago today if I saw myself (or this blog) where I am today, the answer would have been an unequivocal NO.

Growth is so cool, y’all! See where time takes you? Places you never dreamed!

Staying stuck sucks. (say THAT ten times fast!)

So in honor of the third birthday, I offer a bit of creative writing, photography and prayer.

Minus the mistakes I’ve learned from, like ditching the 2k word post, straightening out the horizon on my beach shots and such.

Why, here’s a picture I just took this weekend on my beach – how many of you were too polite to tell me in days past that my crooked horizons made you seasick? This one’s for you:

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Okay, so the horizon is just about straight, but the damn chair is crooked – I’ll get it right one of these days. Thanks for bearing with me….

Oh, but here’s another one from the same day – is this better? (Side note: water temp, 82 degrees F, perfect for snorkeling, boogie boarding, kayaking and tubing – all of which I was blessed to play in those cerulean waters yesterday – c’mon down, y’all)

(and no, I did NOT photoshop any people or crowds OUT of the picture – this is really what my beach looks like – never ever a soul encroaching)

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Okay, the horizon is not slightly off – that’s the curvature of the earth, right?

(I went for a run later down the beach and saw that catamaran up close – it’s a beaut!)

I was told my blog had been branded as this or that and I felt compelled to live up to the brand, one of which included reverent prayer. I was so busy bowing my head I got out of the habit of blogging for laughs, like the Expense of DIY post or Chore Evasion and others like it, back in the day.

As I sought a title for this post, I Googled the word THREE and these suggestions popped up (my memoirs of the last 3 years in parentheses):

  • Three waters green (I am surrounded by three waters of green, blue and other colors depending on whether or not BP decides to blow a gasket near my beach)
  • Three days grace (What I needed last year when I counted up the number of lawyers (eight) for various reasons I never foresaw, between work and family matters)
  • Three circle church (I don’t go to that church, but I did find myself involved in three different churches/denominations at once, which was growth-promoting)
  • Threes (Things come in threes – I have nothing witty to say about this one)
  • Three mile island (What could be said about the state of my house right now, especially after a neighborhood of kids chose our front yard as pyrotechnics central for the 4th)
  • Three stooges (3 of my 4 children who are still in the stage of finding flatulence funny)
  • Three brothers arms (What I often sternly say I’d better not see in my rear view mirror after the car line at school)
  • Three dog night (What happens in my back yard when our dogs and the neighbor’s dog get crazy over a nighttime thunderstorm, and they jump the fence)
  • Three rivers state park (A beautiful area, if you’ve never been, where Florida and Georgia share water, sorry, no 3 year connection here)
  • Three days to kill (If this is any insightful analysis into the state of my brain right now, I had to read this twice to decide if it meant if there was a deadline of three days to murder someone, or if it meant I needed a vacation….I settled upon the latter)

But my FAVORITE thing that popped up when I Googled THREE, was this literary gem:

Three Years She Grew

By William Wordsworth

Three years she grew in sun and shower,

Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown;

This Child I to myself will take;

She shall be mine, and I will make

A Lady of my own.

 

“Myself will to my darling be

Both law and impulse: and with me

The Girl, in rock and plain,

In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,

Shall feel an overseeing power

To kindle or restrain.

 

“She shall be sportive as the fawn

That wild with glee across the lawn

Or up the mountain springs;

And hers shall be the breathing balm,

And hers the silence and the calm

Of mute insensate things.

 

“The floating clouds their state shall lend

To her; for her the willow bend;

Nor shall she fail to see

Even in the motions of the Storm

Grace that shall mould the Maiden’s form

By silent sympathy.

 

“The stars of midnight shall be dear

To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place

Where rivulets dance their wayward round,

And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.

 

“And vital feelings of delight

Shall rear her form to stately height,

Her virgin bosom swell;

Such thoughts to Lucy I will give

While she and I together live

Here in this happy dell.”

 

Thus Nature spake—The work was done—

How soon my Lucy’s race was run!

She died, and left to me

This heath, this calm and quiet scene;

The memory of what has been,

And never more will be.

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Hey, God, thank You for three years of evolution, of coming into being and coming to You.

God bless the readers, artists and publishers of WordPress for this positive momentum of growth and self-actualization. Hitting the PUBLISH button isn’t the end-all goal, it’s the journey that counts and the joys found therein.

Thank You for this platform for finding my way, for taking me through, bringing me up, keeping me afloat and sending me into the future. And most of all, God, for bringing me HOME, home where I belong. Thank You for the journey, God.

And thank YOU, dear readers, for joining me here on my beach. Your friendship is the most cherished thing of all.

~~ssm

Happy Anniversary!

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