After my Christmas season is over, I am going to make visual changes to my blog. Will be slow-going for a short while, so while I am trying new things and testing changes, it may look somewhat wonky at times.
The subject matter may change a little bit – still focusing on God and more of Oregon – but not much. It will still be me behind these words. And if I can ever get to the beauty salon (haven’t gone in months), I may get brave and put my picture in a more prominent place.
On another note, I wish everyone a Happy New Year. I don’t expect 2021 to be a return to normal, I expect it to be what I have referred to in my posts since last autumn. Explosive, but of God. Good, but not easy, and requiring extraordinary faith. He will be the only One to hang onto in the days ahead. And I can testify, He is faithful. Or I would not be here.
When I moved here in 2013, many others were moving to Oregon too. It was the number one state to move to and I was proud to be one of the statistics. I came from Missouri, and for the most part followed the Oregon Trail all the way here.
My father passed here, so I decided to “go west, young man (older woman in my case)” and start a new life. And I have.
I have grown to love Oregon much more than Missouri: mild weather, beautiful shorelines, quiet community for the most part, the arts, the wide open spaces further east. No more tornado alley, however, I lived near the New Madrid fault line so that did not change here.
Many writing ideas came walking the beach with my portable radio and headphones on. Most of them haikus.
Politically, Oregon is not as liberal as many think. It is the same in most other states, the metropolitan areas are largely liberal and the rural areas are largely conservative. But I see much potential here in the days ahead. Dreams can come true here.
On a sadder side note, I will discontinue showing my like button. Problems with another account not respecting my boundaries. I rarely get any comments, but despite this will keep my comments section open.
Have a blessed weekend!
Being an influencer in social media is not all unicorns and rainbows. Being famous in the social media world has its price, just like all choices have consequences.
One of the last social media platforms I though would fall to political correctness was WordPress. I have used it for many years, had a self-hosted account not to long ago, until I decided to “rebrand” myself and use the paid version of WordPress.com. I like the convenience of not having to do the heavy lifting of the self-hosted account and the social media aspects as well.
A few days ago, a well-known conservative website was booted from WordPress.
I like growing my audience organically (just like the food I partake). Many on social media like the large numbers. I get some of my news from the bigger accounts. But sometimes the numbers matter more than the message.
Sometimes I want to be well-known and I am envious of those that are. But I pull myself back to the ground and say again to myself that I am where I am supposed to be. (Though living under Oregon state government is not easy right now.) Not to mention the fact it would overwhelm me.
I recently watched my video Moms’ Night Out. Allyson wants to be a mom and a mommy blogger. She has only a few followers at the beginning of the movie, but by the end decides to be herself and ends up with 235 followers for which she is grateful.
My inbox was full of messages from email lists today to be me, and some referring to your online presence. Something the Lord told me seven years ago when I moved here. Little did I know how revolutionary that truly is, but I have persevered. But not without some burnt dinners.
The link below is a social media prophecy about downsizing social media sites (video included) – to decentralize to our own home website bases, with social media on the side. This is something I knew back when blogs first started and want to see again. Not that social media should go away, NO! Just to put them in their proper perspective.
PROPHETIC DECLARATION OVER SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE SPIRIT OF UNBELIEF
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” is the opening line of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities. Setting the stage of the book is the French Revolution, both before and during, in Paris and London.
Roughly 230 years ago, a European country had a revolution.
Today another revolution is touching all areas on the globe, and with few exceptions, no one is exempt from the blazing news cycle of events.
On a personal scale, moving to Oregon taught me the true meaning of the A Tale of Two Cities quote. Clarity (and a bit of anger) replaced pain and confusion, with beauty driving the day to day wheels. I did not chose the consequences of moving here, but here I believe I was sent for such a time as this. How that plays out in the weeks ahead is my guess, but I know Who holds my future.
As Gandalf said in The Lord of the Rings, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
And as the Bible would say, “On a good day, enjoy yourself; On a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days So that we won’t take anything for granted.”
While searching for a word meaning in Vine’s Complete Expository Dictionary, I came across the word poet. In the New Testament section, the word means “a maker,” and was later used as a “doer.” The classical Greeks used it to refer to any author, but especially to a “poet.”
John Drury, author of the po·e·try dic·tion·ar·y, defines it as “One who creates poems, or one who has created them, or one who thinks or feels like a poet … or one who prepares to write poems or attempts writing them or otherwise stays alert for words, images, and experiences that might coalesce into the nucleus of a poem.” Other nationalities have different words for poet. And not everyone thinks highly of poets; e.g., poetaster is a term of ridicule.
Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 11th edition, defines (I will use the second definition as the first is obvious and not as poetic) poet as “one (as a creative artist) of great imaginative and expressive capabilities and special sensitivity to the medium.”
My personal definition of poet is a state of mind, connecting and associating things in metaphorical language to convey an idea, feeling, or image. It is the soul part of my personality, wanting to break free from my state of silence. It is my beautiful Oregon geography which supplies me with multiple ideas. It is communication with the Holy Spirit, who creates dreams and visions for me to scan for meaning and wisdom.
Who is the Master Poet? God, who used His imagination to create the heavens and the earth. Then created man in His likeness to co-create with Him.