Saturday, 24 October 2015 12:44

Shaping A Genesis Day Out Of My Chaos

Written by  Priscilla K. Garatti

"God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life."~Psalm 51:15

A rough week--thrown off the life carousel by the pretty painted pony. The merry-go-round rotations whirling too fast--a jangle of stress, the organ music no longer melodic, but sounding strident and dissonant.

I land with a thud--not feeling well physically, spiritually or psychologically.  An outbreak of acne. I am stumbling at work, feeling overwhelmed--too many tasks and not enough energy--insufficient depth to tackle the stack of expectations sitting before me--discouragement welling in my heart regarding the role I love most as writer artist.  No book sales since June.  And all that money spent to have some sort of platform online.  Too many other books.  A sea of books.  A mountain of books.

I rise from my cave, from this dysregulated fray.  I remember the authentic love of the Shepherd. "Don't stay here," He whispers. "Get up. Move.  Go."  

I drive on an Indian summer day, the sun so yellow, I can almost taste its warmth on my tongue.  I walk the shore line, the waves a gentle voice beckoning me to listen to truth.  "You are loved."  "You matter."  "All is well inside my presence." The gulls huddle together and don't fly away when I pass.  They aren't afraid.  I remember that even they are assured of God's care and protection. The salty spray hits my face.  "Let me remember too, God.  Let me remember too."

I find treasure in the lavender and ochre whorls as sand-covered fingers hide seashells in my pocket.  The outline of a delicate moon rests in the sky--like white oragami. I gaze at the ocean for a good hour--that cobalt thread wavering across the horizon, shaping a Genesis day out of my chaos.


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In Missing God Priscilla takes a brave and unflinching look at grief and the myriad ways in which it isolates one person from another. The characters are full-bodied and the writing is mesmerizing. Best of all, there is ample room for hope to break through. This is a must read.

Beth Webb-Hart (author of Grace At Lowtide)

winner"On A Clear Blue Day" won an "Enduring Light" Bronze medal in the 2017 Illumination Book Awards.

winnerAn excerpt from Missing God won as an Honorable Mention Finalist in Glimmertrain’s short story “Family Matters” contest in April 2010.