Call It Like It Is

 

Creativity is in our spiritual DNA. Made in the image of God – the GO{L}D Standard when it comes to creativity – we are creative beings.

Have you ever considered that when God gave Adam the task of naming the animals, it  was a creative endeavor?

“Out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field and every bird of the air, and brought them to Adam to see what he would call them. And whatever Adam called each living creature, that was its name.” (Genesis 2:19 NKJV)

God brought the animals to Adam to see what he would call them! Let that settle deep. I’ll be honest with you. Sometimes I hesitate to call myself a speaker and a writer. Sometimes I’m tempted to remove those identifications from my blog, facebook and twitter.

Why?

Because sometimes I feel like a fraud…a poser…an imposter.

Real writers have published books and articles. Real speakers have a calendar dotted with engagements.

Several years ago I wanted to challenge myself to be a runner. I analyzed what it takes to be a runner. The right shoes. The right clothes. The right pace. The right body type. And after all of that I settled on this one thing. You may need to sit down for this epiphany.

To be a real runner – run.

Are you thinking what I thought? That’s not very deep. In fact, it’s too simple.

I know. Yet, sometimes simple is the deepest kind of deep.

Notice I didn’t challenge myself to start running. I wanted more than that. I wanted to be a runner. Call myself a runner. Be identified as a runner.

I’ve entered a few races – 5k’s, 10k’s, a triathlon (team member), and a half marathon. It’s been months since I ran in my last race. But you know what? I’m still a runner. A real runner. Because I run.

It’s been a while since I submitted an article for publication. But I’m still a writer. A real writer. And though the speaking engagements on my calendar are spotty, I’m still a Bible teacher and a speaker. A real one.

Last summer as I was praying and pondering about the ministry of speaking, teaching and writing, I felt that still, small voice tell me to call it what it is.

  • To create is to bring something into existence.

God created the animals.

  • Creations need a name.

God brought the creation before Adam to be named.

If I’m not honest and brave enough to call myself what I know I am, would that part of me wander aimlessly on this earth waiting for its ceremonial naming?

Regardless of where my writing and speaking may or may not take me, my heart is  fullest when I’m creating words that speak God’s truth…when I’m crafting lines of prose or poetry. God brought those gifts to me and waited to see what I would call them.

Teacher. Speaker. Writer

For real.

What do you call yourself? Are you afraid to call yourself what you know you are at heart? Leader, teacher, speaker, artist, idea maker, actor, writer, decorator, designer?

This post is linked to Jen’s at Finding Heaven.

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Free Like A Dancing Turtle

There is a park near my home where I often go to run. We watched as the land was cleared and the pavilions went up. There is a dog park there. Andrew wanted to go and walk his  dog. As cancer took its toll on his body, we promised him we’d take him in the wheelchair. He had hoped for more. We all did. This park is my park. It has kept many secrets shed in tears and it has heard my laughter, too. A few days ago I took this picture and wrote this poem. It is my pleasure…my simple pleasure, to share it with you.

Today I went for a run. But I went for more than that.

My insides needed open spaces.

Verdant places to shake the voices, forget the faces

Talking blind and all insist on what I am…not who.

I take them in – deep or fringe.

But they are there with mouths like ovals,

Their brows upraised in subtle indignation.

 

Today I went for a run. But I went for more than that.

Lungs and legs and rivulets of sweat replace imagined expectations.

The ghosts feel real enough to me.

Blood pumps and oxygen increases

Life to my brain.

And just like that – my thoughts take the high road.

Faces fade and lose their voices.

 

Today I went for a run. But I went for more than that.

Flat and plastic need not apply in this green and earthy beneath my feet.

Wild birds swoop low over lily pads.

Curious squirrels twitch tails in bushy chat.

Fat rabbits gather for grassy snacks.

Blue skies cover all

Where gators swim in ponds that keep their secrets.

 

Today I went for a run. But I went for more than that.

My prayer, my plea, my inner me

Seeks paths and trails where I run free.

I pause in my rhythm to seek true beauty,

A Holy Maker kind of story.

I lean over the dock, hear my own respiration.

The turtles are dancing their water ballet celebration.

 

© 2012 Melanie Dorsey

Ponder and share with me if you ever feel the burden of the “faces and the voices” that seem to tell you what you are instead of understanding WHO you are?

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Time for Change

After much consideration, I’ve started a blog on WordPress. 
I’ll be moving The Bella Mella content to a new domain name. It’s not quite ready yet but I hope that sometime this week it will be ready enough!


Like the Brady Bunch sang, “When it’s time to change, you’ve got to rearrange.” 
So that’s what I’ve been doing. 
For those who read my running blog, www.seemymomrun.com, it will remain where it is for now.


Moving to WordPress will enable me to offer some resources I’ve been wanting to make available. 
Also, it will be a better landing page for my eBook – Run, Pray, Breathe. 
I’m not sure how smoothly the export of this blog to WordPress will go, but in the meantime, you can always check out my running blog – See My Mom Run. I’ve been posting more regularly there as I’m training for a half marathon. 
In fact, go visit now and read my latest post, The Color of Your Shorts.”
Thanks!

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Life is Unfair – excerpt from Run, Pray, Breathe

An excerpt from my eBook: 
Run, Pray, Breathe – Going the Distance in Prayer
This excerpt is from part one
“The Reason I Run.”
With determined resolve, I continued down the road. My throat tightened as I 
 walked past the home of Andrew’s skateboarding buddy. 
“Life is unfair,” I thought as I walked. Another thought emerged, “But God is good.”  
I passed a few more of my neighbors’ homes and began to run. The teardrops fell faster than the turnover of my feet.
I revisited twelve years of images on these roads – bike riding, rollerblading, skateboarding, dog walking, and the day Audra, Andrew and I were surprised by a sudden thunder storm. We raced back home, laughing the entire way. Dannie took a picture of the three of us – drenched, rain dripping from our hair, and Andrew clowning for the camera. 
Run, Pray, Breathe – Going the Distance in Prayer is an inspirational guidebook for anyone at any fitness level who wants to combine a run or walk with focused prayer.  Using the six topics of the Lord’s Prayer, I teach my readers to incorporate scriptural meditation as they pray the living and powerful Word of God. This focused plan of prayer works for one mile and more and has the power to transform body, soul and spirit. 
The 3 main sections are:
RUN 
“The Reason I Run
“Run 101″
PRAY
“I Was a Prayer Drop Out.
“Teach Me to Pray.

BREATHE
“The Fragrance of Christ
“Inhale – Exhale”
I can hardly wait to finish writing it and make it available in eBook form.
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Run, Pray, Breathe

We all have them.
Seasons of little to say.
Weeks when words are few.
Days when ideas jump but don’t settle.

Running for Team Andrew

One discipline in my life that has remained constant is running.
The other discipline that has taken a beating has been prayer.
For what is the greatest obstacle to prayer?
Unanswered prayer. 
Oh I know the common response: “God answers every prayer with either a ‘Yes,’ a ‘No’ or a ‘Wait.’ “
Well, let me give you my honest reply to that one. It doesn’t feel like a good enough answer when your child dies.


And so I began to run. Not away. But to. To God. 
And in the running, I found Him to be greater than an unanswered prayer. Greater than “No.” Greater than “Wait.”
When I run, He speaks to me. He inspires me. He runs with me. 
Last week I began training to run a 1/2 marathon in January – my second one. This takes time. And prayer takes time. 
I have come to believe that the effectiveness of short prayers hinge on the foundation of longer ones. Since we lost our son Andrew, I have been guilty of being a short prayer. But the Holy Spirit is convicting me to pray longer.
As a runner I know the discipline of running parallels that of praying. And that is my inspiration for an eBook on combining running (or walking) with a prayer plan. The book is Run, Pray, Breathe and it’s powerful plan that

  • is always fresh
  • improves your endurance
  • you can do alone
  • you can do with a friend
  • works for a mile or more
  • helps you go the distance

If you are a runner or if you prefer to walk your workout, this “power plan” has the potential to transform your life! I’ll let you know how and when you can order it. 
 
“Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!”
Hebrews 12:1-3 The Message Bible

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