Gently Flowing Water

Gently Flowing Water

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Dusty Loves His Friend

Dusty Loves His Friend
by Crystal J. Ortmann


23-Apr-2006

Dusty stretched out his big back feet and legs as he woke up from his nap. “Aah, that feels good.” For a minute, he forgot he had a new friend in the house. The sun coming through the window made him feel sleepy and he yawned.

“Wow!” Cocoa said. “That’s some case of carrot breath you have!” She shifted a little to get out of the way of his next yawn.

Dusty chuckled and snuggled closer to her. “She’s not one of those skinny rabbits. She’s firm and soft and warm. She might want to watch her mouth a little though.” It wasn’t the first time she said something a little bit mean to him. He chose to ignore it.

They started licking each other. He loved it. “That’s one thing I really like and my people don’t do for me. It’s great having another one like me in the house.”

“Why can’t you just lick my fur?” she asked Dusty. “Sometimes, I just want all the attention myself.”

Cocoa had a few habits that annoyed Dusty, but he still liked her. “She is kind of selfish,” he thought. Still, he liked it better with her, so he decided to not pay any attention to the things he didn’t like.

“Ouch!” he yelped. Cocoa bit him to let him know she had enough. “All right! Just say so! You don’t have to be mean.” Dusty licked the bite spot and hopped away. She upset him when she acted so hateful.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Cocoa said as she hopped after him.

“Leave me alone,” he said. Sometimes, he needed to be by himself to figure things out. Her bite made him angry and he didn’t like getting upset.

“Okay, okay, I won’t bother the big baby,” she taunted, then hopped over to the magazine basket and pulled out a page and ate it.

“Cocoa, stop it,” said the lady. Cocoa only listened when she felt like it. Right now, she wanted to be naughty and chew something.

Dusty heard her getting fussed at and he hopped out to see what had happened. There was the lady trying to move Cocoa away from the magazines.

“Why does Cocoa do that?” wondered Dusty. “She knows she’ll get in trouble.” Dusty had a hard time understanding his friend. He never chewed those things. It was almost like she wanted to get in trouble. Still, she was his friend and friends stick together.

Dusty felt sad. It always hurt him when Cocoa was disobedient. He thought, “I like it quiet and peaceful, and she wants to have some sort of mess going all the time.” He didn’t know why she liked to do those things. “I don’t get it,” he thought.

“I wonder why we look alike, but we are so different?” Dusty asked himself. “Well, okay, we are different colors and I’m a boy and she is a girl, but otherwise we look alike.”

He tried to figure her out, but it was too much for him. He decided to take another nap after a quick stop at his food dish. Trying to understand Cocoa made Dusty hungry. He munched his pellets, and then hopped down the hall to a room where the sun shone for another nap. “Maybe someday I’ll know why she’s like she is. But now, I’m ready for a nap.”

Dusty acted wisely. It gave Cocoa time to calm down and change her bad behavior—sort of a bunny time out. He still loved his friend, but knew she needed to settle down before they played again.

Children look pretty much the same on the outside too, but often act very differently. One may choose to do right and the other wrong.

God wants us to live together in harmony. But that doesn’t always happen. Even though we are different, we can still be friends. But when friends act in a bad way, sometimes it is just better to stay away until they change, especially if they are trying to get us in trouble too.


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Bungee-Jumping Spider

Now, I am no real fan of spiders that are bigger than my little toenail, but I have quite the intrepid one in my office. I watched him as he bungee-jumped down the wall. He's hardly bigger than a speck. For him (I just assume it's a him), it's a huge freefall. However, he gets down so far and then stops himself somehow and hangs onto the wall. Beginning a huge trek upwards, he seems to be grazing as he goes. Not only did he do this once but umpteen times as I sat there watching. What on earth is he finding to eat? How does he know when he is far enough down? What stops him? Does he have brakes on his body part that dispenses the spider thread? Does he leave it there at the bottom and then produce more? Or, is he equipped with an inner reel to reel himself back up and reuse the thread?

Even the tiniest creature is provided with all it needs by the loving Creator. Won't He do the same for me?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Early Morning




EARLY MORNING




I love the sound of the silence...
It's soothing, comforting way.
It speaks to me of peace and joy
To last me through the day.

I love the peaceful feeling
When silence enters in.
The early morning time with God
Brings strength and power within.

This early time of silence
Wraps round me as a shawl...
Soothing, speaking softly
Till my spirit hears His call.

The Master speaks so quietly
I need the peace to hear
The gently words of love
He whispers in my ear.

In the Seclusion of Dawn



IN THE SECLUSION OF DAWN



The quiet seclusion of dawn wraps around me like a cloak.....
Silence, peace, time to communicate with my God.
Rebirth, hope rekindled, quiet soothing of the frightened, painful places within.
"Oh God," my spirit cries, "You are so close. At dawn, I seem to sense Your Presence so much more!" It could be because there are not so many distractions...but then, this has always been my favorite time of day.

My mind is fresh and uncluttered, for I have just rid myself of unwanted burdens. I have fed my spirit on His Word. There has been no time for new problems to present themselves.

How I love this quiet hour. How I love my Lord and the time spent in His Presence...this sweet gentle communion. I want to offer my whole being to His service.

Thank You Lord for quiet hours of meditation and communion with You.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

SWEET SILENCE





There is a sweetness to the silence
Of the early morning...
Wrapping around me, bringing peace
To ragged edges of my soul.

Loneliness does not afflict me
At this golden hour.
Each pore and cell revives..
Soothed....strength flows in.

It's that lovely morning hour.
The best of all the day.
A time to think, a time to pray,
A time to get in touch with God.

Out my window
I see lightly falling snow.
Wind, so crisp and fresh
Blows vitality over all.

Creativity rises within...
Shouts to be heard!
Spontaneous words of praise
Pour forth unto the Lord.

Touched by beauty
In morning hours...
Sweet silence
A gift to me from God.

Excerpted from "From A Cry of Anguish to a Shout of Praise" by Crystal J. Ortmann

LITTLE THINGS

A dewdrop sparkling in the rain.
The smile when love breaks through the pain.
Soft gentleness of a kiss from the one you love.
Tender words spoken when you feel down.
The honest acceptance by another.
A friend...one who listens and still loves.
The sun, after days of gloom, spilling gold in every room


Talents...always there, yet newly discovered.
The love of your child.
The earnestness of your husband as he shares his hopes and fears.
A little compliment dropped your way.
The smile of another that made the day.
The touch of a compassionate hand.
Walking through the sand barefoot.
The sound of wind in the trees....
Sometimes a breeze, sometimes causing awe.
A glass of water.
Aroma of coffee.
Doing something for others, especially when they don't know who did it.
Making someone happy.
The scent of fresh-baked bread.
Roses, violets, lilacs...all the beauty of sight and smell.
Blue sky, fluffy white clouds.
Walking where it isn't crowded.
Laughter.
Peace.
A good book.
The smell of the forest after rain.
A roaring bonfire on a cold night.


So many little things planned by God to bring us happiness.

Thank You, Father.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Contentment in My Own Backyard

Contentment in My Own Backyard


By
Crystal J. Ortmann


Drifted snow dazzles as the sun brushes glistening strokes across a canvas of white. Tiny prints create a webbed design in the almost flawless covering. Larger, less aesthetic tracks make deep indentations leading up to the bird feeders.
Deep contentment wells up in me as I lug suet, birdseed and water up the hill. Hushed chirps whispered in the trees above remind me I am being watched. The feathered crowd supervises and I can almost hear them say, “Cool. What a spread!” I move slowly in order not to startle them.
Millet and sunflower seeds drop on the ground for the sparrows and other ground feeders. Someone obviously took a bath in the birdbath and didn’t wash out the tub, so I scrub a little before filling it with clean water.
A low watt heater keeps the bath open in the icy weather. While filling the other feeders the sounds of impatient chirps in the branches above become louder. It’s a very mundane job, but somehow I feel as though I’m doing something very significant—helping those who cannot always care for themselves. It’s an opportunity to provide sustenance when outdoor conditions are adverse.


I like to think I bring joy to a twittering group of unlikely comrades. Although many are normally enemies and the pecking order is strictly followed, there is enough for all and, for the most part, harmony reigns (until the starlings arrive!!! They are the original dysfunctional family of the bird world). Contentment comes knowing that my caring made life a little easier today for those feathered creatures.