“A Life Lived With Love is Enough”

(Digital Painting by Jeremiah Morelli)

Dear Reader:

Oh how I love this scene...Lanterns and books leading me on my path through life amid shrouded misty mysteries…I can’t imagine anything more perfect-two of my all-time favorite images! This is one of those paintings I just want to climb into and start the journey.

When I finish reading a good book, the kind you don’t want to end, the story stays with me long after the beautiful time I spent with it, and sometimes, just sometimes…we bump into our “old friend” again and are blown away, once more, with a thought, a story that touches our heart and soul.

I don’t find these books by accident… I have come to realize…they find me. Such is the case of Small Graces by Kent Nerburn. When we find an author who looks at life the way we do…don’t we feel such relief and happiness? Someone finally “gets me.”

 

I keep getting drawn back to this little book and yesterday, when I picked it up and started re-reading it from the very beginning…I didn’t get past the introduction before realizing I had met another ‘soul author’ out in this big world of ours. His words and thoughts have been my words and thoughts…he just is able to explain it to me so simply that I now can understand my own thoughts better. What a gift!

One thought crosses my mind a lot…and it concerns an age-old human question on whether I am “wimping out” by not trying harder to be more than my life to date. I look at famous people, whom I admire, and wonder  what made them who they became? Have I just not been willing enough to try to be something more?

*And then I read this: (excerpts-Small Graces) and a sense of peace enveloped me.

“We look longingly at those who shine a great light into this world-Mother Teresa, Gandhi, Martin Luther King- and our lives and accomplishments seem paltry in comparison.” 

We dream of the touch on our shoulder that will call us to greatness, to an act that would change the world. But the touches on our shoulder call us only to the small acts of everyday life-changing diapers, changing light bulbs, changing schedules. Far from being exalted beings, we seem to be prisoners of the ordinary, and we are haunted by the insignificance of our days.”

It is not our task to judge the worthiness of our path; it is our task to walk our path with worthiness. Forget the great light, we must learn to trust the small light we are given, and to value the light that we can shed into the lives of those around us.”

“We need to find ways to lift the moments of our daily lives-to celebrate and consecrate the ordinary, to allow the light of spiritual awareness to illuminate our days. For though we may not live a holy life, we live in a world alive with holy moments. We need only take the time to bring these moments into the light.”

So until tomorrow…

When Kent Nerburn dedicated his book it was to “Those who search for the quiet God, who seek the  spirit in the small moments of our everyday life. These are the people who offer a smile or a hand to someone in need. They bow their heads at a moment of beauty that passes through their lives, and say a simple prayer of gratitude to the spirit that has created us all.

This book is a celebration of the ordinary, a reminder than when all else is stripped away, a life lived with love is enough.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Forget the great light, we must learn to trust the small light we are given, and to value the light that we can shed into the lives of those around us.”

*Beth…When I re-read this line by Nerburn I couldn’t help but think of Frank Cuthbert…everyone’s beloved uncle (whether genetically kin or not) and how you told me that some of his final thoughts centered on having you help him put flowers in the windows one last time… so those of us who lived each day to see these beautiful creations could enjoy them right up to the end. What an amazing gesture of generosity and love of fellow man!

As the sun set, my magic hour outside with my garden, I took a picture of the back of the garden path and then climbed up my new stairs above the garage and took some aerial views…so pretty at sunset.

 

 

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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5 Responses to “A Life Lived With Love is Enough”

  1. Linda says:

    Becky, you are not ordinary nor do you have a little light that shines. You may not see it but you are one of the brightest lights shining that I know. You continuously give and light up so many lives with your gifts. You are extraordinarily gifted and we are all lucky to have you shining in our lives. You have changed the world for many of us and it’s not just small tasks you accomplish. Love you and your and am thankful to have you in my life. Your words touch us all. Linda

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      Wow girl…you sure know how to light up my day by those words that seem directed to someone else…but thank you for them anyway….the secret is to continue growing spiritually while maintaining our child-like faith in our Creator I believe. I love the thought of just rocking with God in big rocking chairs swapping stories….now that will be my favorite day!

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  2. bcparkison says:

    I do like these thoughts. some times I feel like my life is so simple maybe I haven’t really grown up. But then I remember we are to be content where we are.Phil. 4:11

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