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Overheard while... driving through the Gorge in Oregon

10/17/2013

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“It’s a crazy thing. Fate has perfect wings…”

I’ve heard these lyrics for ANGELS WORKING OVERTIME, by Deana Carter, many times But for some reason, while driving along the Columbia River, they inspired some new, deep thinking. I’ve always had trouble reconciling predestination with free will. How can we be predestined for something and still be able to choose our path? It makes no sense.

Deana Carter's words shed light for the first time on this internal debate. A few posts ago I wrote about angels (they must be in some way central to my life right now.) You can read the post here. But one point I made was that their action in our lives occurs in whispers of truth that we choose to hear or ignore.

This idea matches the concept of predestination as Tim Staples writes in Predestined for Freedom, an article in The Catholic Answers Magazine. To quote Mr. Staples:

“Man is truly free and God calls him to freely choose to serve or not to serve the Lord.”

Because of God’s Grace we are each given the gift of redemption, meaning life with God here and now and after death. Our choice is whether to accept this gift. To imagine that God controls these choices is anti-Catholic. God does not decide wars, nor lottery wins. And certainly God does not decide Congress’ decisions. Rather, God offers, through Grace, the chance to at any point direct our life toward Him.

So how does this relate to Deana Carter’s song and Angels? As I rode along, listening to the lyrics of this song I realized that Angels are part of that grace-filled gift. When we choose to listen, they help us choose that direction
which takes us towards God rather than away; something that in a complex world is not always as obvious as we would like it to be.

This is really obvious as we read the lyrics to Ms. Carter’s song. Which choice was right, which was wrong? Each one has redemption built into it, so that at any point in time we can hear the whisper of the angel and make a decision that leads us back to God.
(By the way.... it's a great album. You can buy it by clicking on the link from the cover photo above:>)

I hope today you feel an angel on your shoulder! And if, perhaps you do- or if you ever have- I would love to hear about it. And, to prove how much I love hearing from you I will be giving away a copy of my book, UNTANGLING
THE KNOT
, to one lucky commenter in October. Leave a comment for any of my blog posts and at the end of each month I will randomly select one  visitor/commenter to receive a free download of my book.(Note: winner will be notified by a reply linked to their original comment…. Check back at the end of the month for directions on how to claim your prize!)

NOTE: September is now over; thanks to everyone for your fun comments. I have chosen the winner of
BETTING JESSICA from the names of those who commented during the month. Congratulations  JENNY HANSEN. Please send me and email at dwilstedauthor (at) outlook (dot) com and let me know where I can send your digital copy:>)
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Overheard on . . .  NPR 

10/3/2013

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“Well, the one that we have that I kind of know well was when I was four. And it’s called ‘Little Angels’ and I wrote if for my sister.”

Morning Edition on NPR has been featuring prodigies this week. There is nothing like listening to a 12 year old compose an on-the-spot song to provide a large dose of humility. This girl, Emily Bear, began writing songs when she was three, preformed her first, solo concert at Rivinia in Illinois when she was only five, and has performed at the White House and Carnegie Hall.

The ‘Little Angels’ song she referred to in the overhear was one of the ones she performed at Rivinia. To hear it, link here to the NPR story and audio recording of the broadcast.

When I was four I was excited to finally figure out how to draw the number ‘six’. I followed my older (five year old) sister everywhere, and would drink out of a cup with my tongue sticking part way out. Still, my mother was always convinced- and still is- of my greatness.

This, of course is one of the jobs of motherhood, to see beyond the inability to tie shoe laces, or eat with a fork and celebrate the potential inside. I have been thinking a lot about friendships lately. What makes a good one. How to be a good friend. I have wondered if shared interests (like running or writing) is the cornerstone to a solid relationship of any sort. But, while I imagine that shared interests are a natural bridge between people, what I really enjoy about my friendships are our differences. I love the moment when I discover one of these hidden talents or gems about a friend. When our relationship has gotten close enough for me to see that, in their own way, they are a prodigy of some form.

The mother in the NPR piece goes on to explain that they dislike the word prodigy. That at least for Emily, her talent has been more organic than the word prodigy implies. Organic is a lovely way to think about the parts of my friends (and myself) that are unique and graceful. 

And I use that term, graceful, very specifically. Because I honestly believe each of us is given some very special gifts in life and it is our job to discover and share them. How do we know what these gifts are… they are the organic parts of us that seem so natural we don’t even recognize them. And it is only when a friend (or mom) celebrates the talent that we become aware of it.

The trouble, unless of course we’ve been asked to perform at the White House, is in believing people when they give us compliments about our talents. But next time someone says something about my creativity, or my planning, or even the way I wash dishes, I am going to say a little prayer of thanks for the wonderful gifts I have been given.

Are you known for a special talent that you otherwise take for granted? Do you see things in your child(ren) that others perhaps miss? I love to hear your thoughts, so please leave a comment and let me know.

And, to prove how much I love hearing from you I will be giving away a copy of my book, UNTANGLING THE KNOT, to one lucky commenter in October
. Leave a comment for any of my blog posts and at the end of each month I
will randomly select one  visitor/commenter to receive a free  download of my book
. (Note: winner will be notified by a reply linked to their original comment…. Check back at the end of the month for directions on  how to claim your prize!)

NOTE:
September is now over; thanks to everyone for your fun comments. I have chosen the winner of BETTING JESSICA from the names of those who commented during the month. Congratulations JENNY HANSEN. Please send me and email at dwilstedauthor (at) outlook (dot) com and let me know where I can send your digital copy:>)
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    Background - Overheard While Writing
    It's hard to explain, but 12 years ago, when I started to write seriously, the only place where I could get my work done was at Starbucks. 

    Since then, 4 manuscripts and 4 favored Starbucks later, I sill find myself drawn to a cozy corner and a half-decaf Americano.... not to mention the many friendly faces that greet me when I arrive.

    And, while I try to stay focused, there are some times when the conversations or interactions that surround me draw my attention away from my own characters, and into the world of life's own characters. 

    This BLOG captures some of those funny, sincere, inspiring moments. Maybe they will give you a reason to write as well.

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