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still saturday: there is a line

February 15, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

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“There is One who tells her where her proud waves halt. You can point to her limits, her boundaries. There is a line where wet sand meets dry, and the line is wavy and it changes with the tides.

“But there is a line and God draws it with his finger.

“We want to live a beautiful life that means something. We want to create and love and move on purpose. We want to make art. We know we are image bearers and our hands itch for the job we were made to do. But we cannot push results ahead of receiving. We cannot dig in our heels against the natural rhythm of the sea and expect to win, stretch out stiff arms in the face of God and refuse to receive what he has to offer.”

~ Emily P. Freeman in A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live

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Still and receiving,

Sandy

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  1. Sylvia R says

    February 15, 2014 at 9:02 am

    “We cannot push results ahead of receiving.” What crucial wisdom! It’s what He’s teaching me, too.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:56 am

      And we have to, have to, have to leave the results to Him. Love to you, Sylvia.

  2. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    February 15, 2014 at 9:30 am

    Love, love, love – your new look, this post and YOU!!! {we are soul sisters…so often on the very same page…but always in the same BOOK}

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:56 am

      I just came from your place. How do we do this? xo

  3. S. Etole says

    February 15, 2014 at 9:33 am

    So much quiet beauty here. Congratulations on your new look.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:49 am

      Thanks, Susan! I cannot believe that Lyla went to my Flickr pool and happened to choose that image. And not only that, it happened to be the one on the mug, and she didn’t even realize it. Just so cool!

  4. bluecottonmemory says

    February 15, 2014 at 9:44 am

    Like we cannot rush the flow and ebb, I have learned to wait for Him in order to write – and like the boundaries – I have listened to where He says I should and should not go with my writing:) We all have boundaries – it prevents destruction to ourselves and others! Lovely new button and nourishing message today Sandra!

    Maryleigh

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:52 am

      I’m so glad you tied that quote into our writing lives, Maryleigh. And Emily also talks about learning to see our limitations as gifts…

      And I’m so glad you’re part of this community. 🙂

  5. Dea says

    February 15, 2014 at 10:10 am

    Loved Emily’s book. I read though in snippets and with a crowded mind. I want to sit with it long. Sometimes I felt she was writing just to me.

    I love your new site. I really love the words you scatter here Sandy and love you. So thankful for the poem you are in the world…

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:59 pm

      I know exactly what you mean. I’ve written all over mine. I wish she’d written it years ago. Of course, she was a lot younger years ago… maybe not even born when I would’ve liked it. But I tell myself the wisdom’s arrived in just the right season. 🙂

      So blessed to make poetry with you, Dea.

  6. June says

    February 15, 2014 at 11:13 am

    Beautiful blog-re do, Sandra! So serene and calming, like the words you share each week. Thank you.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:57 pm

      Thank you so much, June.

  7. Michelle DeRusha says

    February 15, 2014 at 11:20 am

    Sandy! I LOVE your new site – it’s so fresh and clean – just beautiful!!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:56 pm

      “Yay,” she whispers. 🙂

      Thank you.

  8. Jason Stasyszen says

    February 15, 2014 at 12:35 pm

    Results are praised by man. Receiving is honored by God. What a choice! God gives us results by staying in a receiving position. Wonderful reflection, Sandra. Thank you. And the new design and button look great. 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:55 pm

      That’s a good word, Jason. Thank you.

  9. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    February 15, 2014 at 1:45 pm

    Beauty in these words, beauty in these images, beauty in the line that shifts with every tide and in the line that never changes. Beauty in your gorgeous new site.

    Beauty in you. Thank you, Sandy–xoxoxo

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:54 pm

      Thank you, thank you, dear friend. xoxo

  10. Sharon O says

    February 15, 2014 at 1:50 pm

    I love this peaceful look and YES I am getting a mug. So I can use it as I write and remember quiet times are the best.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 3:54 pm

      Awesome, Sharon! The words on the mug are from L.L. Barkat, “Embrace the life you have before it’s gone.” Such a good reminder.

  11. Kakthryn Ross says

    February 15, 2014 at 6:01 pm

    Blessings, Sandra! Thanks so much for hosting – love the “stillness” theme always and am reading Emily’s book with great joy! A terrific quote – with boundaries we enjoy more freedom!
    Joy!
    Kathy

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:48 pm

      “With boundaries we enjoy more freedom.” It’s so hard to “get” it sometimes. Thanks, Kathy.

  12. Janis Cox says

    February 15, 2014 at 7:57 pm

    Hi Sandra,
    I have Emily’s book but haven’t had a chance to start it yet. I want time to savour it.
    blessings on a great post and thanks for the link up.
    Janis http://www.janiscox.com

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:49 pm

      Oh Janis. You’ll love it! Thanks for being here. 🙂

  13. Dolly@Soulstops says

    February 15, 2014 at 8:00 pm

    Amen…Yes…just finished Emily’s book…Love the clean and peaceful look of your blog…Congrats, Snady 🙂 hugs to you 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:53 pm

      Hugs right back to you, my friend. And thanks!

  14. Laurie Collett says

    February 15, 2014 at 8:09 pm

    Praise God that He is in control. May we trust Him to provide & guide. Thanks for the beautiful post & for hosting & God bless.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:54 pm

      Amen to that, Laurie. Bless you. Thank you for faithfully sharing every week.

  15. Lyli @ 3-D Lessons for Life says

    February 15, 2014 at 9:08 pm

    Love your new space, Sandy! 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 15, 2014 at 9:54 pm

      Thanks, dear Lyli. Me, too!

  16. Barbie says

    February 15, 2014 at 11:36 pm

    Beautiful, and your new blog look? Stunning!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:40 pm

      Thanks so much, Barbie.

  17. Joanne Viola says

    February 16, 2014 at 7:36 am

    I loved the book as well. “There is a line & God draws it with His finger.” Remembering today that He determines the boundaries for my life. And He determines where & how things come together in my life as well. Thank you! And your site is beautiful especially the header. Blessings today!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:42 pm

      Good things to remember… and remind each other of. And thanks so much. 🙂

  18. Sharon @ Faith Hope Cherrytea says

    February 16, 2014 at 10:18 am

    receiving from a place of being. loved. of knowing that.

    ps- {great new button}

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:43 pm

      Hi, Sharon! Yes… to lean on that truth. And thanks!

  19. Ginger @dwellinginthehouse says

    February 16, 2014 at 10:33 am

    To rest in the receiving–to wait for it–indeed! A powerful reminder today. Thanks for sharing.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:44 pm

      To rest in the waiting. Sometimes it’s so hard, yes?

  20. Jill Foley says

    February 16, 2014 at 11:45 am

    Love your new blog look.

    I recently finished Emily’s book and its message is still rolling around in my head. It was so good.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:45 pm

      Mine is all marked up, and I keep going back to what I’ve already read. 🙂

  21. Nina says

    February 16, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    Beautiful, Sandy!
    A deep and blessed wisdom in your post – A blessed position to wait upon Him, to receive… and then, let it flow …

    • Sandra Heska King says

      February 17, 2014 at 10:45 pm

      Can’t spill it before He fills it, right? 😉

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