by Kathy Brasby | Oct 30, 2024 | The Listening Project
Listen to the music of my creation, the sounds of colors flowing into the sky.
This world is in constant change. Have you noticed?
Observe the colors and songs of the sunrise.
Note clouds frolicking across the sky. Do you see swirling snow doing celebration at midday? Heed the restful oranges and purples of the sunset.
Birds fly overhead. Rabbits skitter by in search of fresh greens.
Nothing remains the same. Sunrise. Sunset. Summer. Winter.
My world changes. My creation transforms.
Nothing is the same as yesterday.
Neither are you.
I am transforming you by pouring life and love into your heart.
Beloved, let’s embrace this day with anticipation. It will be new and it will be the music of my creation.
But the Lord made the earth by his power,
and he preserves it by his wisdom.
With his own understanding
he stretched out the heavens.
When he speaks in the thunder,
the heavens roar with rain.
He causes the clouds to rise over the earth.
He sends the lightning with the rain
and releases the wind from his storehouses.
Jeremiah 10:12-13
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
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by Kathy Brasby | Oct 10, 2024 | The Listening Project
Soar with me.
I have broken through the walls of death and despair. Come with me and rise on the winds like an eagle.
Like a cloud caught in the upper currents.
Soar with me.
Feel the freedom? Now look down to see what I see at times: sadness, loss, yearning.
My heart aches to lift these hearts and show them a new path.
As I offer you.
Reach out your hand. Give me your words, your heart, and your desires.
Watch as I mold them like clay into something new and beautiful– something that is mine.
Let your wings take you higher. I won’t let you fall. Instead I offer you the gentle winds of hope.
Rise like the morning mist, from the earth into the skies. I am with you always.
Soar with me.
Songs of joy and victory are sung in the camp of the godly.
The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
The strong right arm of the Lord is raised in triumph.
The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
Psalm 118:15-16
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
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by Kathy Brasby | Sep 19, 2024 | The Listening Project
Thick fog blinds your vision this morning, obscuring any beauty. You don’t see flowers, trees, rivers, even a familiar valley.
Grief is like that, isn’t it? You awake to a murky morning.
Do you move forward? Back? You don’t know because you can’t see.
This is the way of faith:
When you can’t see, you listen.
Then you walk.
As you trust.
This morning, I’m taking you where you can’t see. But I call to you. I am with you.
And I know the way, my love. Listen to my voice. Reach out for my hand. Walk with me.
Walk confidently.
Not because your eyes pierce the mist, but because mine do.
“It is the Lord who provides the sun to light the day
and the moon and stars to light the night,
and who stirs the sea into roaring waves.” Jeremiah 31:35
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
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by Kathy Brasby | Sep 17, 2024 | Newsletter
Orville came to town when I was a first grader, which was where the whole Colorado mystery thing started for me.
Orville was a UFO that appeared most every night for a month or so. Or maybe it was a bright light that would crown a hill when someone was driving home at night. Or maybe it was a story the high school boys made up. I heard fresh stories every morning at school, and I hung on every description. My imagination was on fire.
Nobody seemed to know, and I sure didn’t, the truth about Orville. I was only six, and I opted for a UFO. That was much more exciting. Who chooses reasonable when you’re six?
Not The Data
Advance to my ninth-grade year, when I had to do a science project. With that beloved Orville story embossed in my brain, I opted for a UFO-focused display. It was all about the story for me. Definitely not the data.
I hauled my younger brother out to a nearby field where he flung garbage cans and old footballs in the air while I took photos with a shaky hand. Sure enough, those photos resembled UFOs. I even made a cardboard saucer spray painted silver with Christmas lights flashing inside. To impress the judges.
Don’t ask what my hypothesis was, except maybe to see if UFO photos could be duplicated. We had fun throwing things in the air, though.
None of this dazzled the judges. I was thinking blue ribbon. Champion. That sort of thing. I think the judges were looking for data and premise. Science stuff. So no blue ribbon for me.
The Next Puzzle
Fast forward. Now I’m out of college and curious about a new Colorado mystery. A whole spate of cattle mutilations were reported across the state. Once again, the puzzle deepened. Aliens stealing cow parts? Cults staging rituals? The FBI investigated – and blamed the deaths on common predators. Colorado ranchers differed.
You might think of Colorado as a state of rugged ski slopes or mountains thick with evergreen trees and elk. But I think it’s also known as an enigma. I say this as a Colorado native.
The oddities just keep coming.
A New Question Mark
A mysterious monolith popped up like a mushroom in northern Colorado last summer. A tall, rectangular, metal mushroom. I know mushrooms aren’t exactly metallic, but don’t get all analytical on me now. Remember, I’m the storyteller.
The landowner, who also owns the Howling Cow Cafe near the monument, doesn’t know who or what is behind this appearance.
She didn’t even to ask people about it. Just let the mystery continue. How she did that is another riddle to me. My questions would have been springing like popcorn.
Apparently, a similar monolith showed up near Las Vegas earlier this summer. Imagine finding a connection between Las Vegas and northern Colorado. Vegas, where high rollers match wits with glittering casinos. Northern Colorado, where cows and deer roam the grassland. The differences are minuscule.
Some of the Colorado locals say the metal mushroom reminds them of the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey, which spawns more ideas for me. Is this thing the alien? Or is it the space ship that delivered out aliens the size of ants or grasshoppers?
We did have an abundance of grasshoppers in northern Colorado this summer … But I digress.
An Unsolved Mystery
The Howling Cow Cafe first scored on sales of drinks like Beam Me Up, Crop Circle, and Radio Waves. Their monthly ice cream flavor was named Cow Abductions.
But after an onslaught of lookie-loos, the landowner sent out a forklift team to haul off the monolith. It’s now said to be in safe storage until the creator claims it.
Maybe I need to write something more. I mean, between Orville, flying garbage cans, dead cattle, and monoliths, I’m ideally equipped.
So, what’s your theory? Your ideas will absolutely, totally, never-ever show up in any story I write. Unless I change my mind.
I may be another Colorado mystery.
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by Kathy Brasby | Sep 11, 2024 | The Listening Project
Remember the floods you’ve seen? Slashing waters destroying river banks, brush, and tall trees. Impossible to restore. Or so it seems.
Now you’ve been hit by a slashing flood that has ripped your heart.
You want the before. You want the damage erased and the pain to stop.
Even after a roaring flood, devastation can be reversed. Someone must lift fallen trees and repairs ripped banks. It takes time.
Your heart also needs repairs. It takes time.
Those fallen places will be restored through my word, through your prayers, through the kindness of others.
Your scars will always remind you of the wild flood that ripped your life apart. Flood damage is always apparent to those who know.
But restoration is possible.
I will restore.
Trust me.
The river will run again.
He heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds.
Psalm 147:3 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
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