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True Worth

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True Worth

WordPress Daily Prompt: What’s something you believe everyone should know?

“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.” (Proverbs 25:11)

Ever purchase a product that looked exquisite online, only to receive a cheap imitation? Or as a child, did you wish for a name brand doll and receive a cheap knock-off? You know the sort, where the leg pops off as soon as you bend it?

As we approach the Christmas season, crafting our shopping lists, and gathering the latest decorating trends, let’s pause a moment to consider true worth.

What gifts have you received from a well-meaning giver that you’ve never once used?

Did you secretly re-gift? Donate to charity?

Before we run all around town, or click add to cart, order now, think twice.

We’re going consumer-mad, lining the pockets of countries we wouldn’t want running our government. We’re piling up ships that cross our seas, planes across the skies, vans along our streets, all in the name of giving gifts that make us feel we’re generous. Well, some of us are. We know who we are. Yes, I’m preaching to the choir. 🙂

Here’s what I’d like us to know. We are worthwhile people without the stuff.

Let’s consider the true value of a gift. Can we design a gift especially for the person? What is that person’s “love language?” If we consider what is important, what speaks volumes, to the giftee, chances are we’ll make a better gift. One that means more to the receiver than the click, click, click of our fingers ordering mass-marketed, pollution-generating, everlasting-in-the-dump, plastic junk.

Time spent together is a gift. How about a special day at the park?

Words are a gift. Craft words–spoken or written, expressions of love, of respect, of specific praises for the one you love.

Acts of service are a gift. Clean out a gutter, shovel their snow. Carry their groceries or pull their weeds.

Affection is a gift. A hug, a warm evening snuggling by the fire, watching a movie, or holding hands while taking a walk.

For some, whose love language is gifts, consider the value of a truly meaningful item. With or without much money, consider how a hand-made or personally valued gift might mean more to your giftee than a purchase. Home-made pies, cakes, cookies or candles, crocheted or knitted items, a painting or cuttings from your garden can all be wonderful gifts from the heart. Maybe your daughter loves jewelry, and you remember you still have that piece of your mother’s in the drawer. . .

Let’s take the time this season to show our loved ones we consider their true worth.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

Diversity

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it burst forth from rock, high in the mountains-

its journey before unseen.

now resplendent with light, with movement,

wind catching droplets,

splaying into sky

in joyful play.

then down.

down the jagged crests,

tracing o’er all crevices,

round mossy stones,

in grand descent,

trusting powers drawing its way.

to go, where least resistance begs,

unrelenting,

e’re to make its journey

as it may.

til when upon a jutting cliff,

a solid mass,

blockade,

its forces split.

“Which way?”

the stream,

it wonders,

droplets crash and turn in wild careen,

hesitating here in brief,

then to choose.

or be chosen.

diverse paths-

bifurcating,

two where once was one.

Yet on, no stopping,

naught to bring them back,

or time to pause in retrospection.

down, they travel, each its separate way.

the two,

now different,

lost to what once was.

yet

both-

still valuable with richness unsurpassed.

both-

bringing life and nourishment to all they touch.

both-

essentially the same, though drawn in diverse ways.

until at last

they reach the sea.

again

the two are one

in unity.

the world,

enfolded,

molded,

cleansed and moistened-

life

entrusted

here

so lovingly.

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-Joan T Warren

This free-style prose flowed from my mind and fingertips tonight as thoughts I’ve been pondering for months–thoughts of sadness and turmoil over our polarization as a country, which is torn between left and right political views and personalities, thoughts of the hope for unity and love rising up, embracing diversity, thoughts of value and respect for all living things, born and unborn, bound and free, rich and poor, faithful and disdainful, wild and tame–all came together in the imagery of the water cycle, in what I perceive to be a love-gift from our maker.

May we care for our planet, and may we care for each other: Republican and Democrat, Independent, Green, Black, Blue, Whatever. May we care for each other whether behind walls or by reaching out. May we care for each other whether we feel a need to set personal boundaries and draw lines or whether we feel we’ve been ostracized, abused or neglected by someone’s boundaries or lines. May we care for each other whether worried about losing rights for equality and choice or to bear arms. May we care for each other whether we trace our ancestral culture to Isaac or Ishmael, to Sitting Bull, Dalai Lama, Peter the Great or Henry the 8th. May we do so without having to face a common foe threatening our existence, forcing us to pull together to fight it. May we care for each other, period.

May we care, lovingly.

Daily Prompt: Lovingly