Part of Something Good
I am editing a few things here at Nailscars.com and trying to put them in a more useful format. I was reading through "The Rocking Chair" story that I wrote and a line practically jumped out at me. Funny how that happens: a line that I know came from me looks so foreign to me, and yet at the same time speaks deep to what my heart needs right at that moment.
Anyway, here is the line.
"I remember clearly the look on his face, it was that same small smile, like he was part of something good and he knew it."
There have been times in my life when I have had that smile on my face. Times when I couldn’t really explain why, but I knew that what I was doing was right and good and…well…true somehow. It seems like these days those times are spaced out a little more than they used to be. Maybe that should tell me something.
But I was just struck by that line today. I don’t know much, and I don’t really know why I know it, but I know that line is true somehow in a way that goes beyond the sum of the sentence. I wish I could write about how good of a writer I must be to have written it, but even cocky-full-of-myself me knows God had more to do with it than I did.
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I liked that – here is a poem I wrote:
I have a smile on my face
A secret’s in that smile
Can I share it right out loud?
Jesus called my name.
His voice is sweet
He sounds so kind
Like music to my heart
and when he asks
for me to help
I’ll never ever stop.
Thanks, Dianna, that is beautiful.
I’m in to poetry – a new gift – so when I read your posting about a smile – that poem came to mind.
Diana