Mima Mounds Natural Area – Olympia, WA

Mima Mounds - May 2016

Sunset from the tree line at the Mima Mounds Natural Area Preserve outside of Olympia, WA in the Pacific Northwest south of Seattle.

Acres and acres of mounds cover this vast prairie, all mounds surprisingly similar in shape and size.

  • What are they?
  • Why are they here?

No one really knows.

The theory’s on their origins range from prehistoric gophers, Native American burial sites, erosion, volcanic eruptions, glacial freeze and thaw cycles, even tsunamis and earthquakes. But, got now there is nothing even close to consensus on the origin of these mounds.

Although, not as majestic as Mt. Rainier, nor as intimidating as Mt. St. Helen’s or as breathtaking as the Olympic Mountains, there is an air of mystery. As you walk through the mounds, the soft breezes blowing the prairie grasses at your feet, there is a feeling of something larger at play here. It is spiritually awe-inspiring and foreboding at the same time.

Maybe sometimes, there are things that we are not supposed to know and the trick is to learn to live and be okay with the mystery. Once the mystery is solved the mystique is gone.

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Searching in Wormholes Dark

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There are moments and events in each of our lives that leave us wondering and often searching. For answers to questions that rattle in our minds. And, yet even if we found those answers we so desperately seek, would they provide the comfort we seek?

I wonder…

I believe that some questions very well may remain unanswered this side of the undiscovered. To quote CS Lewis –

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.
Not that our seeking and questions are nonsense, quite the opposite. They are our hearts calling out for truth in a world that is so often void of the truth.
So, I encourage you to continue to believe despite the silence. Isn’t faith believing in the unseen? And a hope that your life will be blessed by grace. Remembering that you matter and there is a love that changes people.

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter

Life to Close to the Sun

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Sometimes, it seems as if we are flying to close to the sun. Our lives are scorched with a myriad of questions and our faith is tethered to a tattered string of emotional turmoil.

In those times there is hope!

And maybe in those times it is God himself who is taking us on this flight. To burn away the self-centeredness and pride that the enemy so easily snares us in.

Remember who your real enemy is and it is not you!

And, lest you forget or need reminding. Do not be afraid, just believe for you matter and the world needs you.

We are meant for so much more, we were meant for life and life abundantly!

#YouMatter #LoveChangesPeople #JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

Where is the Grace? (part 2)

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When grace is available to all why do we so easily miss it, for ourselves and others? Why do we so easily fail to see? For in the end there are our lives, our pain and our feelings, that so often only deceive us into believing the lies. Is truth an emotion all on its own?

Please remember,

#YouMatter #LoveChangesPeople #HopeLives #JustBelieve #GraceWins

Love and Compassion – What do you want me to do for you?

Love and CompassionAs they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David !”  The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, “What do you want Me to do for you?” They said to Him, “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.” Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him.  ~Matthew 20:29-34 (NASB)

The bible records that wherever Jesus went people cried out Him, especially those shunned by society, the outcasts, and the rejects, those who had lost all hope the things of this world, in others and in any ability to save themselves. 

Isn’t this still true today?  Even after 2000 years, when we are hurt, lost and without hope; is it then that we cry out to God?  I wonder if in those moments those who profess no belief in God also find themselves calling out to something larger and beyond themselves.

What strikes me was the response of Jesus; he stops, calls to them and simply asks, “What do you want Me to do for you?”

Jesus gave no indication that He knew what they wanted.  He simply asked and waited for them to answer. Could it be true that Jesus, often in a still small voice, is asking this very same question even today, to you and to me? “What do you want Me to do for you?”

So I leave you with this – maybe we should also be asking this question of others?  Many are yearning and waiting for someone, anyone to ask them this question.  So set aside your own agenda and thinking that you know exactly how to solve the problem and ask.

The blind men knew exactly what they wanted Jesus to do for them, “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.”  Clear and straight to the point was their answer as I suspect those in need also know exactly what they may need in that moment but no one ever asks.  We give them our answers, our promises, even our good intentions but we do not ask what do they truly want.

I believe that love and compassion first starts here. In order for us to meet a need at that still point and to truly fulfill it we must first ask the question and wait for an answer.  Even if the question is asked silently within the halls of our own hearts.

Just Believe ~ Grace Wins ~ Hope Lives
1000 Voices for Compassion

 

Faulty Memories

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Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in gray and the hardest to clearly remember?
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Shrouded
In gray
The struggle
Remains
To recall
What’s gone
Lost    
Alone
Wandering
Time passes
Gradually
To envision
A future
Lying ahead
Clear
And bright
Possibilities
Call softly
However still     
Beckons       
The past
In mists
Of my
Dark and
Faulty memories

~Mark Schutter © 2014