Trillium Patch

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My favorite native woodland plant is the trillium. So, when I overhead Professor John Scott talking about the trillium patches he found in Corban University’s forest, I was anxious to see them.
The trillium is sometimes called the Trinity Flower because its single stem is topped with three leaves and crowned with three sepals and three flower petals. They flourish in the rich moist soil under the canopy of the mixed upland forests.
The trillium has a gentle beauty and isn’t very competitive. Thus, they’re easily overrun by more aggressive species. So, the presence of these delicate natives is an indicator of the health of the forest.
Two of the more common trillium in Oregon’s forests and woodlands are:
Trillium ovatum, also known as the Pacific trillium or western trillium, blooms earlier than other native flowers and is the herald of spring. The pure white flower rests on a stalk that extends about 2 inches above the leaves. The flower blushes pink with age. Don’t we all?
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Trillium albidum, also known as the giant white wakerobin or sweet trillium, makes its appearance with the first robins, hence the name. The white flower sits at the center and base of the three leaves.
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I’m very fortunate that my workplace – Corban University – has about 80 acres of undeveloped forest and woodland rich with native species. Professor Scott, Corban’s birds and botany specialist and natural historian, lead me to his recent discovery of trillium and fawn lilies on our forested campus. John is also quite adept at recognizing encroaching nonnative plants, such as the Shiny Geranium, that grow prolifically in our woodlands. These invasive plants quickly dominate and smother other wildflowers.

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Encroaching Shiny Geranium

 
John is passionate about the preservation of the native plants and the destruction of the nonnative invasives. A single plant can be easily uprooted. A forest overrun is quite another matter. Pulling it all by hand is an impossible task. It will grow back before it’s all pulled. It could be nuked with a potent herbicide, but that would kill everything.
As we walked, I began to see the forest and the pretty little geranium through his eyes. A light began to dawn and the parable of the Sower came to mind.
Parable: Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants, so that they did not bear grain. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times.
Interpretation: Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times what was sown. Mark 4:7-8, 18-20
Jesus identifies three choking thorns: worry and anxiety, seeking and delighting in wealth, and desires for other things. Sometimes thorns are prettily disguised and appear harmless. Lulled into apathy, they quickly spread and dominate like unchecked sin.
So, what does this all mean right now, even as I write and as you read? What’s the “so what”?
“The only way parables can be understood at the deepest level is for one to dare to become involved in their world, to be willing to risk seeing God with new eyes, and to allow that vision to transform one’s being.”[1]
So, I walk the paths of the forest to really see it. I look for trillium and fawn lilies and see English ivy and Himalayan blackberries. I dare to walk the paths of my life at the deepest level to look through God’s eyes at what’s growing and thriving under the canopy. Is His gentle beauty and life thriving in me or has it been overrun and smothered by invasive thorny worries and desires for things? Have I been wrapped up in achieving, succeeding and accumulating? Are there shiny little sins that have become established in the soil of my life? Hard questions.
God isn’t going to compete for space in my life, but He will eliminate the competition when I turn to Him in repentance. I have to first see them for the choking death they are and give them over to Him to redeem and transform. And He will….every time, again and again…until the Trinity flower rises and blooms from the rich soil of His life in me.

All photos taken by the author in the forest of corban university.

 
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[1] Garland, David E. (1996). The NIV Application Commentary: Mark. Grand Rapids, Michigan: Zondervan, p. 165.
 
 
 

Next Adventure

There’s something about watercolor painting that stirs my soul. I remember my first Prang watercolor set as a young girl. In fact, I can still smell the wet paints in the metal case and feel my cheap brush digging into the square pans of bright colors. From those early days, I’ve kept coming back to the transparency and fluidity of watercolor. Sometimes, I think it paints with me rather than me painting with it.
I’m a part-time artist with a full-time interest in the created beauty around me. I love capturing it with my Canon DSLR in my yard, on walks through the forests and beaches of western Oregon, and paddles on its lakes and rivers. Then the real adventure begins in my studio as I convert digital images and my 3D experience with the subject into a story with paper, paint and pencil.
The next adventure has just begun with the opening of my Etsy shop: PamTeschnerArt.etsy.com
Please check it out! I have professional Giclee prints of three of my paintings for sale. I’ve started with just a few pieces, but will grow it in time.
I hope my art creates a pause in your busy day and your busy thoughts to see, not my brush strokes or pencil lines, but the beauty of the subject and a moment of light and movement. More than that, I hope it reflects the beauty of the One who created it first and whose fingerprints are all over it.

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Just added to my gallery: To a Wild Rose.

Sometimes God picks a moment to open an unexpected door and lead us to the beginnings of a new dimension of understanding and experience. Sometimes a great gift is given. A friend of mine began playing the piano as a young girl. Then an unexpected door opened to a deeper dimension of the heart and soul of music. God used the song, To a Wild Rose, to open the door and plant His gift of music in Debbie’s soul. The melodies, harmonies, rhythms, dynamics and textures of music unfolded in her like the petals of the rose. There are people who play and sing songs, and there are musicians through whom the heartbeat and soul of the song is given voice. I painted the wild rose and penned a portion of the melody line to remind my musician friend of the creative grace of God that fills her head and heart with music.
 

Turned Inside Out

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. II Corinthians 4:16
For the past three weeks, I’ve spent many hours at my mother’s bedside in the hospital and now in rehab at a nursing home. She fell and fractured her pelvis and hip on February 12.
I had told a friend at work that I was looking forward to the three-day weekend and spending time in my yard and art studio. On my way home, I received a call from the assisted living facility that mom had fallen in her apartment and was in transport to ER. So, instead of continuing home, I headed for the hospital. Thus began the daily vigil of caring, supporting, listening, advocating, waiting, pacing, coaching, and generally struggling to understand the mysterious ways of the medical world.
My mom has suffered with chronic pain and limited mobility for years, and now this. Really, God? I have watched her outwardly wasting away and wondered how she is being renewed day by day. How am I?
 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. II Corinthians 4:10
Perhaps the renewal is inextricably linked to suffering. Perhaps it’s the blossom and fruit of our troubles. Life from death. I don’t like that model.
Sometimes…well, most of the time…it’s hard to understand what God is up to when we or someone we love is suffering. I see but a miniscule slice of time, albeit the only slice of time I live in and experience, and from that perspective, none of this makes sense. But God has the beginning and end in view simultaneously and weaves it all together perfectly. I can see His perfect timing looking back, but I can’t see it looking forward. With Him, there is no back or forward. He envelops time – beginning to end.
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. II Corinthians 4:18
I think the key is where I set my focus day in and day out through the years and the struggles. If I develop an enduring habit of fixing my gaze and thoughts on Him, more of His life will be formed in me. As the outside fades away, the truth of the inside is revealed. We’re turned inside out.
The most profound picture of Jesus today is in those who have walked the long path of life’s troubles but have kept their eyes on their unseen Companion who has carried them and sustained them.
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4
 
 

Tried by Fire

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I have set the Lord always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Psalm 16:8
Two weekends ago at Camp Elkanah in the Blue Mountains, I heard testimony from a woman named Cindy who lost everything in the fire that raged through the Canyon Creek area this fall. All was lost…except her prayer bench. Though the forest around it was engulfed in raging flames and her home incinerated, God preserved her place of prayer. Because she has set the Lord always before her, He was at her right hand speaking stillness into her soul when the flames came.
God calls us to set Him in front of our faces. The Eternal God is always present, always near, but I choose whether to set Him before me and into my field of vision or focus on other things that flare up in my face.
I’ve come to realize that I set the Lord before me when I set myself before Him. He longs to reveal Himself to us, but we have to stop and meet Him face-to-face. So, every morning, I set myself before my Lord and see Him at my right hand. Throughout the day, and even in the restless hours of the night, I set myself before God. Faith sees Him and feels His gentle grip.
Though the fires come and storms nearly undo me, He speaks stillness into my soul when I turn to face Him. Oh, that I would learn to do it more!
Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always. Psalm 105:4
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Still Water Reflection

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He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. Psalm 23:2b-3a

 
Still waters center my soul like nothing else. I try to find my way there several times a year. Today was one of those days. I spent the afternoon paddling up the south arm of Foster Reservoir – my favorite get-away. It was a rare day with very little wind and very few people. The lake was placid and smooth as glass. I got into my kayak and paddled into the stillness with no one in sight.
The further I paddled up the arm, the quieter it got. Trees along the shore were reflected flawlessly in the smooth green mirror of the surface. My bright red kayak creased the green surface, the water gently lapping against the bow.
The silence was broken by chittering birds and the cry of an osprey. Random splashes with rings of ripples were tell-tale signs of hungry fish. A lazy salamander undulated to the surface for a quick gulp of air then flashed his orange belly and disappeared back into the depths. An iridescent blue dragonfly perched on a floating twig while I slipped by. I was amused by three startled ducklings racing across the water on webbed feet.
The air was fragrant with the sweetness of the woods after the brief morning rain. I drew it deep into my lungs and exhaled in peace. The stillness enveloped me and seeped into my soul. Worship flowed out of me and filled the quiet with His praise.
I wanted to stop time and stay suspended there, but I wasn’t meant to live in a place with no ripples. God leads me beside still waters so I can carry it into the grit of life. Without stillness there is no restoration of soul. But it’s too easy to neglect and remain caught in the chaos of life until spent and drained.
I can’t always go to the quiet waters, but God always brings it to me if I take time to step aside and meet Him in the stillness.
At the end of the day, in the parking lot of the boat ramp, an old guy picking blackberries discretely watched me load my kayak on top of my car. I was still tying it down as he drove away. As he passed me, he yelled, “You go girl!” I laughed and finished cinching it down and drove home. His exhortation probably had something to do with the unusual sight of a 62 year old white haired woman loading a kayak by herself.
Back to work tomorrow. But in the morning, before the sun rises, I’ll meet my God in the stillness and let His praise fill the quiet. Then He will whisper, “You go girl.”
 
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Photos from Foster Reservoir

 
 
 

Folded Wings

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know…his incomparably great power for us who believe. Ephesians 1:19
 
Do you feel like everybody wants a piece of you, and you’re losing yourself one bite at a time? Are growing demands consuming you from the inside out? Do you feel that if you don’t keep moving you may not be able to move at all? I do sometimes, and I see it and hear it in the people around me. Yet, there is power, an incomparably great power, within reach of even the weakest and most frazzled.
This power – this dynamis overshadowed Mary at the conception of the Son of God. It’s the same power the woman tapped when she touched the hem of Jesus’ garment, and it’s the dynamis that works in us to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine – more than we could ever dream!
With all this power resident in me, I still struggle. How can I know and experience this incomparably great power in the demands of my day? How do I tap into it? I think the answer is in my posture. It isn’t in having more time to do more or working harder or even getting more sleep. The secret is folding my wings and being still at the feet of Power Himself.
In Psalm 46:10 God says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” To be still means to stop all activity, to fold the wings and sink down. When I start my day with folded wings and sink down into God, He fills me with His Spirit and strengthens my heart for the day.

in quietness and trust is your strength,

but you would have none of it.

Isaiah 30:15 

That last phrase is sobering because sometimes I would have none of it and run through my days without it. Those are the days my soul is stretched thin and my spirit grows weary.
God doesn’t call me to frantic unrelenting activity. He calls me every day to stillness. So, I set myself before God every morning and fold my wings. In those quiet moments of submission, His Spirit moves in the silence of my soul filling me, renewing me, and empowering me to do as He desires. From that place of stillness, I rise to soar on wings like eagles.
 

Folded Wings is now in my gallery:

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