Glad Game #12 ~ Friendship’s Mirror

More photos below ~

Hello to all who gather for the weekly Glad Game, a reference to the book and character, “Pollyanna”—who learned gratitude early and always found something to be “glad” about, even in circumstances that were unpleasant, trying or cloaked in grief.

I confess that I’m wobbly this week, so you’re free to grab some refreshments and sneak out the door—I won’t be offended, I promise

a) I’m grateful the weather remains mostly sunny, with cool temps for good sleeping at night.

b) Thankful I still have plenty of food, so I can avoid the grocery store another week.

c) I’m grateful for this blog, the meeting place where I come to greet and exchange thoughts with folks who are so talented, lovely—you are all treasures.  I appreciate God’s generosity in giving me the gift of poetry…it’s cathartic, fun.  Some days I imagine writing as a loaf of freshly baked “something” I can share with you (or soup, lasagna, cake, brownies, fudge…whatever you’re hungry for)😊

d) Thankful for my wind chimes (playing as I type)…their music has eternal quality which engages my spirit.  The melody’s never exactly the same, but always offers message of faith and hope that God has more for us than whatever lack or loss we may be wading through at a given moment.

e) This week, again, I gratefully received the gift of true friendship…and realized what my definition of such friendship is.  A genuine, and stalwart friend offers a ‘new mirror’—or flips the one we have to the other, better side.  Often when I peer into mine, self-loathing eyes see only wretchedness; depression creates an unreliable perspective. 

My friend, via email, held up the mirror God shines daily:  gleaming glass displaying my favorable traits, and the loving transformation God is actively working in me to reflect His glorious character.

f) I’m ever glad for God’s grace and Presence—so near, when we’re running low on strength to ‘keep keeping on’.

g) For those who celebrate it, Sunday is Pentecost*…a meaningful reminder of God’s Holy Spirit.  This Person of the Trinity is alive and available to anyone who requests His indwelling.  Just as He breathed on the early disciples and changed everything for them, today He longs to breathe a fresh, reviving breeze that brings power, peace and unity to our lives.

May you experience God’s love and abundant blessings as we persevere togetherRhen

*“On the day of Pentecost all the believers were meeting together in one place. Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting. Then, what looked like flames or tongues of fire appeared and settled on each of them. And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability.” Acts 2:1-4, New Living Translation

Photos are Rhen’s home: above, west window with mirror & live plant; below, silk “peony” flower ~

Evening Peace

Night birds’ evening song

Wind chimes peal like chapel bells

Melodies of peace

Restful soul sets day aside

Tomorrow’s door unopened

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Glad Game ~ Week 2

Hi Everyone!  It’s time for more gratitudes, or as I call it, playing “Pollyanna’s Glad Game”.  So here we go:

a) Glad and grateful for the sunny days of Spring’s arrival…the sky’s hue sparkles gem-like!  I don’t mind that it’s still chilly, the sunshine has lifted winter’s heaviness from my spirit ~

b) Thankful I haven’t caught the contagious and widespread panic which others are suffering.  I continue praying ~

c) Grateful and very pleased at the responsive posts I’ve seen from many bloggers who are celebrating and encouraging online/virtual “community”, and offering words of calming optimism, hope & humor, and faith during this distressing time ~

d) Thankful to talk with my out-of-state cousin, and learn that no one in her circle of family and friends have become ill ~

e) Grateful the cherry blossoms, though weary-looking, are maintaining their “never say die” posture…I can hardly surrender to ‘the blues’ as long as they remain defiantly petal-pink😉

f) Thankful, always, for my wind chimes—year-round, they faithfully play as though angels hover outside my window ~

g) I’m grateful the troublesome neighbor has been ushered out; hoping someone respectful will move in ~

h) Thus far the ants have not returned, so I’m ecstatically thankful…and wondering if the virus might wipe out the “clan” which finds my place so hospitable.  I’ve left the Maxforce box prominently displayed above the crack in the molding, as Warning😉

i) I’m grateful to have had a pleasant exchange with my apartment manager this week…it’s a testimony to God’s grace, as Management’s presence can push all my buttons at once and set off the smoke alarm😉

j) I realize most folks view social distancing’s necessity as a negative, even if it turns out to be a brief interruption in their accustomed lifestyle’s whirl…but it kind of helps the isolated, reclusive among us feel less “strange”.  I’m thankful to be considered “wise and sensible” for awhile 😉

As ever, I’m most grateful to the Lord God whose Spirit speaks, “peace, be still, I will not leave nor forsake you; beloved child, you are in the palm of My hand”

May He make His loving Presence undeniable to you, pouring overflow of blessings on your lives. Rhen

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.



Putrid carcasses

What’s dead but won’t die

Featureless faces, silent voice

Ever abandoned child lost

Torment replayed, opaque night’s

Dreams poised to render

Vulnerable mind insane…

Day’s wakening wind wafts chimes

God’s Spirit dispels darkness

“For You are my lamp, O LORD; And the LORD illumines my darkness.” 2nd Sam 22:29, NASB

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Winter Wind Chimes

Winter wind chimes woo

Faith’s melody, hope of spring

Hold fast, patient souls

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Wind Chimes Photo: Rhen’s living room