Moving Out- 2

My Take

DiVoran Lites

On Monday morning, I came onto the back porch before dawn and flipped on the renovated lights. The new LED bulbs blazed. I have struggled with small lamps for many years and now the whole porch is as bright as daylight. I took my Bible and journal from my wheeled carts. 

When you use any journal, the right tools make a difference. I get my pens online from Pentel: Engergel liquid gel ink. They are the best I have ever used. I have several pens because I constantly lose them and find them again. I also have refills so that when I run out, I can pop one in and keep on writing. Some of my favorites have black ink. Those indicate that it’s me talking. The ones I like best come with violet ink and indicate that the writing is from scripture or is a paraphrased group of verses.

Now, it doesn’t matter if I get confused and use the wrong color of ink because I don’t expect anyone to ever read my journals. Even though I don’t expect anyone to read them after I’m gone, I still don’t enter anything embarrassing or hurtful. You know how we get snippy if we have differences with people and we don’t feel free to talk to them, or maybe we don’t know what to say? That’s when we can write a letter to study the situation, shred it, and then wait for God to shed light on the situation. 

Monday, as I looked around at the plants and trees and watched the birds vying for a chance at the feeder, I thought of my favorite hymn: “In the Garden.”  I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.

In my imagination, I am in a sunny garden of fragrant blooms.   I wear a soft white voile dress that ruffles in the flower-scented breeze as I rise to greet my Savior, Jesus.  As I walk with him and talk with him, He tells me I am his own. And the voice I hear falling on my ear, none other has ever known.

This doesn’t mean that I hear his voice audibly, nor does it mean that no one else has ever heard him speak. It only means that He knows us as unique individuals and that he has a special way of relating to every single one of us. He cherishes each of us and will never leave us or forsake us. What he wants more than anything is to love us, light up our lives, and use us to light the lives of others.

 I come to the Garden alone. Who knows what may happen in this imaginary garden of mine? Jesus is not imaginary though; He is real as is Holy Spirit and God the Father. I want to interface with them, praise them, and do for them and others whatever they ask me to do in their grace and empowerment. Halleluiah! 

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Tags: In the Garden, Journaling