Our lives are full of plastic bubble moments that fade quickly or get left behind in the chaos of running forward. While we speed forward through one season of life into another, tackling school, jobs, marriage, and family, we travel across a land strewn with plastic bubbles. In plastic bubble land, moments, people, and words get tossed out, casually overused, and cheapened. So why do we write at all or bother with putting our two-cents into the massive ever growing word machine in e-space? Possibly we are still holding onto more than plastic bubbles with child-like hope and praying that every once in a blue moon some breath taking beauty will take shape and pop out instead. Something more like a snow globe.
You see, our lives also contain definitive sparkly moments we cherish just like one of those snow globes our mothers would pull out of boxes before Christmas and then place upon a shelf or windowsill where it could be kept safely away from inquisitive chubby hands. My mother had one she kept in her bedroom. I relished the feel of stealing away from chaos and chores into the forbidden territory on tip-toe so I could sit on her tidy bed in the tranquil coolness, twist the knob underneath, and listen to a dreamy tune while I breathlessly watched sparkly bits float and drift around the scene illuminated by the starry, stranded lights outside her snowy window. It not only gave me a moment to breathe, but the time also connected me with my hopes and dreams for the future with the eyes of a child. We all have moments in time, people, and places we cherish in our hearts like this. Every now and again we need to unpack our memories, brush the dust off, and shake them around so we can keep in touch with ourselves and listen to the tune of an older season gone by.
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|Ingenious artwork by Camryn Forrest Designs|
I've been writing ever since I was a little girl. As an adult my childhood love has become more than a hobby. It is a link to Jesus, the cornerstone of my life, as well as a personal touchstone. Most of the time I write to vent out whatever gets trapped inside the spaces within so it doesn't stay bottled up, bobbing up and down uselessly inside of some restless ocean in my heart. Other moments I write for the delight of holding onto lovely snow globes in my own life. It challenges me to cough up my two-cents while it gives me a chance to steal away for those slower moments in a usually hectic life, much like I used to do as a child. Writing has given me a way to reflect upon lessons of the past and who God is calling me to become. My life, as yours, has been littered and blessed with collected moments I have needed to clear out or have another look at. I pray you are able to enjoy all of the moments of your life and whatever they have in store for you. I hope that here you may find a word or two that helps you navigate through your own world of plastic bubbles and cherished snow globes.
~Shaunda M. Eck~