Dawn's Awakening

July 10, 2013

The Lake

This was an exercise for the PnP Authors. We were to:

Write a story without using ‘I’ or ‘you’.
Use the following words: faith, window, cane, meadow, lake, character, love.

The rest was up to us. In my story, the meadow is assumed.



The Lake


The Saturday morning arrived with a fanfare of birdsong and the golden sunrise outside his open bedroom window of the summer cottage. This cottage was weatherbeaten, but it had character. White, cotton, curtains billowed playfully in the yellow glow. Jake smiled happily as he took in the beautiful scene from the bed. He sat up with back against the headboard. The light splashed across his legs under the sheet. Wiggling toes made the shadows dance with the sunlight. Magical! Made him feel like a boy again.

He gave a mighty stretch to chase away the stiffness from the night. Charlie horse tried to tense up his thigh making him wince. Nope, old boy, you ain’t as young as you think. Jake massaged the area, and reminded himself to take his meds. Grabbing his cane which leaned against the nightstand, Jake pulled himself up and started the morning trek to the bathroom.

After morning meds and a quick shower, the next stop was the kitchen. In the refrigerator, he had prepared a breakfast of yogurt and fruit the night before. It was in a paper sack waiting for him. The sack went into the top of his knapsack, and out the door he went.

The stairs from the porch to the path took a little bit of time. He was still getting used to maneuvering with a cane. Once to the path, he wandered down to the lake. Taking in the sights and sounds of a new morning, he was grateful to be right here right now. A duck glided in from over an oak tree across the way. It lit gracefully onto the lake. The wind had stilled, and the lake was like a sheet of glass. It reflected everything perfectly.

Jake made it to his destination. It was an old wrought iron and mahogany bench someone had placed here long ago. This was where he came to think and meditate. No phones to bother him. No kids to stop by. No intrusions. It was exactly what he needed.

He laid his knapsack on the left side of the bench. Then, he eased himself gently down onto it. Sighing, Jake looked all around like a child on Christmas Day. Everything seemed fresh and new, even though he had been here many times over the years. The difference was the changes in his life. His wife, Martha, of 50 years suddenly died of a heart attack six months ago. His world went dark then. Took a while to regain his step after that. His oldest daughter, Sherry, had been a big help. She was such a comfort.

Then, his business closed because of the bad economy. The accountant had told him it was better to shut the doors and retire. He would be able to make ends meet that way. Grudgingly he agreed, and went through the process of becoming a private citizen and not a boss. In a way, Jake was relieved. It was a heavy load to take care of his employees and customers.

Now, he was free. Whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it was just fine. He couldn’t be extravagant, but he was content. That made all the difference.

Taking out his breakfast, Jake said a silent grace, and partook. When the last bit of banana was eaten, he cleaned up the remains and placed them in the paper bag.

His old bible came out next. Different passages came to mind. He read about Daniel in the lion’s den. Then he read about Ruth and Jonah. These were friends of his. Of course, Jake ended with the Beatitudes. He knew that Jesus was looking over his shoulder as he read. With a fervent prayer, he lovingly closed the book.

A memory of Martha at the lake played out in his head. He saw her picking wildflowers, and coming to sit by him on this bench. That was a wonderful vacation. It would always be precious to him. He missed her, but it didn’t seem to hurt so much as it once did. Jake blew a kiss to heaven for her. His love would never end.

Jake knew that one day he would join her. That didn’t really bother him much. His faith in Jesus would guide him home to Him, and he would be with her again. What a joyful day that would be!

The hours ticked gently by. Soon it was noon, and he needed a nap after lunch. Bending down, he grabbed his cane from the path. He balanced with it until he was standing. Then off he went to the little summer cottage by the lake.

2013 © Dawn L. Huffaker
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December 25, 2012

Heart Music

Filed under: Free verse,Poetry,Writing — Dawn Huffaker @ 12:47 am
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Heart Music

 

A song burst forth

From the tiny drum.

There was love and hope

In the rhythm of its notes.

 

All anger and hate began to

Fade as the song played on.

The present moment started to

Shine with an inner light.

 

The future would be better.

For the smile on the drummer boy,

And the sigh from baby Jesus,

Confirmed this so.

 

 

2012 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.

July 28, 2010

GodLovedMe – a new website community for Christian women

I would like to talk about a fledgling website for Christian women that I am currently affiliated with. At this website, there is talk about any topic relating to women-from the fun stuff to the serious. There is a Friday night chat where members kick back and explore different topics. A Shout Out box is located on the home page where anyone can post observations or encouragement throughout the day. Finally, there are several blogs covering every possible topic (and more on the way).

There are blogs that answer questions about the bible. Members read previous posts, or ask a question for the staff to respond to. Blogs also cover daily Christian life, and for those times when a little extra help is needed like during an illness, a death, or a divorce. Anyone can come and fellowship with members who have been through similar situations.

They are members of all ages, occupations, and experiences. A vast wealth of knowledge is being created at this new website. Please stop by. The website address is: www.godlovedme.com

January 30, 2010

Night Made Day

Night Made Day

 

Night made day

By moon on snow.

Sleeping trees whisper

In their dreams.

Biting air keeps the animals

In their burrows.

Branch shadows glide across snow

With ease.

 

I look out with wonder

At the scene before me.

Magical it has become

After the mighty storm.

Nothing is as it was, and

The world is weighted down.

Only the wind can come and go

As it pleases.

 

What a blessing it is

To live in my mountain home!

God’s handiwork is so close

I can touch it with my own hands.

Indeed, I am made rich with the bounty

That is set right before me.

Nothing manmade can compare

With His Masterpiece.

 

2010 © Dawn L. Huffaker

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December 14, 2009

On A Cold Winter’s Night

Filed under: Free verse,Poetry — Dawn Huffaker @ 9:41 pm
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On A Cold Winter’s Night

 

On a cold winter’s night

So long ago,

The Heralds proclaimed

The birth of our Savior.

 

It was

The miraculous beginning

Of a new chapter

In our history on Earth.

 

A star guided the wise men

To a humble manger

Where a mother gave birth

To her first son.

 

When the angels beckoned,

The shepherds came

To pay homage to Him

Their newborn King.

 

Jesus’ gentle smile

Touched their very souls,

And all knew that God

Had remembered them.

 

2009 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.

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