I’m working on a new e-book devotional based on some of my poetic works. I posted the abridged version on Enthusiastically Dawn’s Random Journal Day last week which moved me to consider turning the long version into a format for personal devotions and journaling.
But, as I’m beginning the edit and additions, I believe this will eventually become a speaking topic all its own, too. I’m excited about my plans for publishing this and making it available to kindred spirits and lovers of our Lord. Check out the details at the end of this post.
I wrote The Romance of the Ruins during a memorable day of retreat in 1996, and am still feeding on it almost twenty years later.
How great is our God! His gifts are everlasting and never lose their flavor!
I’m sharing this little excerpt with you today–just the Prologue–hope you’ll be blessed.
There is an abandoned dairy farm near my home.
I drive past it every day.
And each time I do
It beckons me . . .
A clump of forgotten barns.
In overgrown brush.
Each time I pass them
I sense the ambiance of—
A story to tell.
A moment of rest.
A call to come . . .
To the Romance of the Ruins . . .
Whenever I stroll through an antique shop I do so with awe and wonder. Things. Old things. Old things marred from use—or abuse. Old things past their prime of purpose. Old things—which once were new. Coveted. Celebrated.
Now—cast away to decay. Ruins.
You know what I do with stuff like that? I decorate with it! I fill my house with all manner of worn and weathered this and that’s from bygone times. I feel at home among them and the stories they tell. I feel like–I am one with them.
In such a state of ruin, I recognize a story begging to be told. It will be a romance—I know. A fantastic tale of legend and adventure—with joyful peaks and valleys of gloom–and in Christ there is a happily ever after, of course.
It won’t be a new story. There is nothing new under the sun. Every story is much the same, really. It’s what you DO with story that makes the difference. Old or new—it calls me to come away to a place.
The ancient church built splendid cathedrals spanning magnificent heights, hewn from stone and marble. Master artists embedded His Story into the stone—chiseled through sculpture, painted as murals, woven as tapestries. Sunlight set colorful stained glass windows ablaze with depictions of His Word from Genesis to Revelations. Pilgrims sought refuge in these glorious edifices for centuries.
Few remain standing intact and used today. Many are ruined shells of their former grandeur. Some are mere piles of stones clumped on a green landscape with only the wind for company.
But, no matter their condition—the romance of their story remains in the ruins.
Much like that abandoned dairy farm.
Or my own soul . . . in a forlorn season.
Do you need to embrace your romance in His Story? Then . . . come.
My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”
And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.”
Find your secret corner and bring your cuppa, Bible, journal, and pen. Consider the Scripture above and consider how you would answer the journal prompt question preceding it. Prayerfully write out your thoughts to further ponder in His Presence.
Sharing Building on the Ruins this week with:
Tell His Story with Jennifer Dukes Lee
Lyli at Thought Provoking Thursdays at 3D Lessons 4Life
Fellowship Fridays at Christian Mommy Blogger
Faith Filled Fridays at Missional Women
Charlotte at Spiritual Sundays
P.S. This is a small excerpt from the complete work featuring a total of eight poetic segments with accompanying devotional thought, Scripture, and journal prompt to prayerfully consider all the “faire words, insights, all good things and beauty” hidden in each line. A gift from God to my heart–and to your heart.
I will release it in an e-book later this year featuring journal prompts and reflection questions to use it for devotional reading. Stay tuned!