Framed

Posted on October 12, 2017 by Yolanda

They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name “teacher” for the name “student” that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty.

In the process of developing one’s self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost pieces, find all-together new pieces, and hang on to a few familiar ones. What are these pieces making? Not knowing frightens me.

I know I am a child of God.

I know I am where He has led.

I know that I love people.

I know that I love nature.

I know that I love children.

I know that I can learn and study.

I know that I thrive in colour, beauty.

I know I was made to create.

But who am I anymore?

Sunday afternoons, I have made it my habit to go on solo walks here through the beautiful wetlands and forests. I have discovered somethings healing in looking at the big picture and finding the little, hidden beautiful pictures all around me. Here they are FRAMED.

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Nature, like life, has many pieces, many frames that make the whole. Some are ugly. Some are beautiful. Some are peculiar. Together they are complete.

I must not forget that the frame that I see is only a frame, not the whole. The One Who sees the whole has chosen now to be the time when I get to see a different frame of myself and a different frame of Him.

Open my eyes, God. Help me to see You.

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The Road Not Taken

ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Category: Autobiography, poetryTags: nature, poetry, Truth

4 Comments on “Framed”

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insearchofabrook
March 21, 2018

So much beauty! Thank you for sharing!

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Jas
October 12, 2017

Oh, I have been hoping that you would share bits and pieces of your Faith Builders experience! Thanks for posting this. What you wrote is so very true. And it is beautiful- to learn to see God in every frame. Those photos are beautiful too. Praying for you!

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- Yolanda
  October 13, 2017
  
  Thank you, Jasmine, for your interest and prayers. 🙂
  
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