Dear Reader,
Today's guest author Ocieanna Fleiss has written several books including her memoir, Love Like There's No Tomorrow and her new title Awaiting the Manger. She invites you to join her on her website, ocieanna.com, as well as on Facebook and Instagram. Ocieanna and her husband have four kids and make their home in the Pacific Northwest and are parents of four kids, two still at home.
About Ocieanna's new book, Awaiting the Manger: Whispers of Advent in the Old Testament: Celebrate the hope of Christmas! Ocieanna journeys with you through the Advent season, illuminating how God used the lives of ordinary people to foreshadow Christ's coming during the centuries and even millennia before his birth.
Ocieanna is giving away five copies of her new book to five lucky readers. Drop her a note to be entered in the drawing. Please be sure to include your shipping address in case you're a winner. Email: [email protected]
WHALES, B-52 BOMBERS, A NEW FRIEND, AND LETTING GO
"Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go." - Unknown
Last fall, my high school daughter began attending a new-to-us school, a half-hour drive away. I had homeschooled her until then, and the transition felt a step closer to the day that loomed in the not-too-distant future when she would fly away into adulthood. I planned to use my new-found free time to write while she pursued scholarly endeavors without me.
After I turned in a big project, I decided to take the day off. So instead of heading to my favorite coffee shop, I drove to a beach park overlooking the Puget Sound. Walking from my car, I took in the crisp blue sky, the deeper blue waves, and the islands in the distance.
Bright orange-, yellow-, and red-leaved trees were dotted between cedars, firs, and pines, creating a bouquet of color. My footsteps crunched on the pebbled beach as I ambled along, keeping my gaze on the water. A seal or two bobbed their black heads as they fished, and a few photographers were peppered along the shoreline, intently surveying the gentle waves.
One particular guy was sitting on a log with his camera perched on a tripod. I walked up to him. "What are you looking for?" I asked. Honestly, I had an inkling of what it might be, and my heart fluttered in hopeful anticipation. Orcas, humpbacks, and gray whales sometimes make appearances at that place, and everyone longs to catch a glimpse, including me! Sure enough, he said the humpback named Malachite (yes, we know their names) had been sighted.
I sat next to him on the log, and with our eyes still focused on the water, our conversation slowly deepened. He had been a successful sports photographer, but he wanted to let go of that world. He and his wife decided to move to Washington so he could photograph nature. Also, before he was a photographer, he had been a test pilot for the B-52 bomber and had also tested the fastest airplane in the world at the time. I was sitting next to a remarkable man who had chosen to let big accomplishments fall away like autumn leaves.
After a while, somebody around us spotted the whale. And there, way out in the distance, Malachite arched his back then moved out of sight, as one day my daughter would too. And my heart would learn the beauty of letting go.
-- Ocieanna Fleiss
Ocieanna is giving away five copies of her new book, Awaiting the Manger, to five lucky readers. Drop her a note to be entered in the drawing. Please be sure to include your shipping address in case you're a winner. Email: [email protected]
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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