Talks and Conversations.

My favorite place to converse and talk to God

Dear Reader:

We are in the ” dead” of winter and particularly this year, with half of our country covered in deep snow, sadly more winter-related deaths have been reported than ever. .

So I know how lucky the Lowcountry is to just have had intervals of frozen weather and one stormy night with tree branches dropping like fallen leaves on the ground.

Have you ever thought about the difference between talking and conversing? Talking can be done by just one person, whereas, converse means two or more people talking to each other. The night of the wind storm I was talking to God… not really waiting on a response-just making sure my concerns over a potentially damaged house would not come to fruition.

I think I am not alone in this type of petition-it is pretty much centered on ourselves. Yet, as I have grown older… along with my Ya Ya buddies … conversing with God on a daily basis has replaced a set prayer time for me … and them. Just being open to God’s advice and thinking through His guidance to show us the way … has become a main stay in life.

Since Western culture still likes to define a successful life based on the ladder climbing concept … using this metaphor , also, for spiritual advancement, we need to re-think whether God is more concerned with ladder climbing or watching to see who is pulling the next person below them up.

And the next time we complain about ” all the troubles we’ve seen” stop and consider this. We come to God much more by doing things wrong than by doing things right. When ” the living is easy” we tend to think we can handle this thing called life on our own two feet.

Of course all it takes is one large bump in the road and we are back on our knees.

So until tomorrow… Rohr observes … ” It is sins and failures that bring us to divine union.! ( I think that’s why God especially appreciate a human ” thank you” and a grateful heart.)

Today is my favorite day- Winnie the Pooh

And I am grateful when I see flowers still blooming in my winter garden! Thank you God! ( Taken yesterday in garden)

I need to write a story on perseverance using this past and present year’s morning glories!

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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