Pat's Porch

Lukie

2012-01-21T14:27:00.001-05:00

He didn’t know he was being watched.

Of course he didn’t. He was too busy helping people open thedoor.

The bounce in his sneakers and the smile on his face, lit upthe doorway each time a person walked out—his mother busy with her own taskbehind another door while he waited.

Everyone needed both hands, and arms, as they left thebuilding, and nine year old Lukie was ready to offer his help.

He was being watched, admired . . .

Lukie bounced here-and-there as he and his mom aimed for thecar. His eyes stayed fixed on the contents of their own box as they placed itin the trunk.

No one noticed the lady until she spoke to his mom andsmiled at him, “You have a very kind and loving son. He’s helped a lot ofpeople today. This is for you.” Her smile at Lukie made him feel like smiling back. Hewondered what was in the envelope. But he dutifully hopped into the back seatand waited.

His stomach grumbled. There had been no breakfast but . . . mmmm!. . . the long loaf of crusty French bread smelled so good when his mom got intothe car. It was gone in minutes.

He was being watched, admired, enjoyed . . .

Later that day Lukie came across the torn envelop his motherhad tossed on the table. Tilting his head he squinted and read slowly, “A Gift fromGod Just for You.” He folded it carefully and put it in his pocket. Thatexplained the angel ornament mom put in his room—it said “Love” on it in goldglitter. It was pretty.

A few mornings passed with milk and cereal for breakfast—atrue treat. Milk was not something they always had in the refrigerator.

But one morning, mom had French toast, maple syrup and a wrappedpresent waiting for him in the kitchen. His favorite breakfast of all times! But, Legos too? It mustbe Christmas day!

He was being watched over, admired over, enjoyed delightfully. . . and Loved.

And now prayed for everyday.

But of course . . . he didn’t know.

Lukie.

Pat Guy

Pink Button Freedom

2011-10-19T14:13:00.000-04:00

*Jan (a friend of mine) had a challenge for her "One Hundred Word" blog to take one of her stories and expand it, or created a story using the characters and its theme. I chose to continue and expand. Here is her link to a series of unique and poignant stories--all in "One Hundred Words!" http://networkedblogs.com/oDaiz

Pink Button Freedom

Macy had been trying for half her life to escape her parents’ totalitarian rule. She’d tried to leave, more times than she could count, but every attempt was thwarted.

Your place is with us, Macy. Don’t even think about it, Macy.

And so she stayed, feeling increasingly stifled by their unreasonable rules and restrictions.

But now, Macy sensed an opportunity. Determined to find her own way, she’d been working on assertiveness and self-confidence; this outing with her parents seemed an ideal place to try them out.

“Down, mama,” she said, and she squirmed out of her mother’s arms and ran.

Macy’s first stop was at the steps of the big slide-down-thing.

Always.

She looked up and saw white clouds and endless blue at the very top. So longing was the need to climb she could feel a groan in her chest. She reached out to touch the cool solid bar that could take her up and up and up; grains of sand, left by those free to chose their fate, clung to slender little finger-tips.

She hesitated, looked over her shoulder, and gave in to the stern look and vigorous shake of her Mama’s, “No!”

Macy sighed. She dropped her hand and moved out of the way of kids running towards her. Excitement had a fragrance and freedom had a sound. It was always the same.

Always.

She took off and weaved in and out of other enticements of play aiming for her own play-place, to the miniature version of the big slide-down-thing.

Macy didn’t even hesitate…one step, two steps, three steps.

She stopped. She leaned her pink buttons into the last step, opened her arms wide and looked up at the white clouds and endless blue. The breeze was cool and made her hair fly, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She was free.

Almost.

Pat Guy

Subtle Hope

2011-10-03T16:12:00.000-04:00

Our walks in the evening are filled with brilliant color and easy southern breezes. I enjoy them. Even when the skies promise rain, beauty is everywhere and my heart is lifted.

But they began a subtle change.

Almost unnoticed at first for it was as natural as each step, each breath, each heartbeat.

I heard a baby cry from a house as I turned the corner.

Lord, please help these parents know what to do for their precious baby. May they have patience.

A neighbor down the street no longer relaxed outside for a quick visit about church. His wife now lives inside the house . . . alone.

Lord, please help this couple in trouble. Guide them together.

A father lost his temper over his little boy and spoke accusations, throwing his keys in anger.

Lord, please deliver this boy from the pain we cannot see. Help him.

A grandmother's voice through opened windows, frustrated and tired from raising small children when it should be her time to rest.

Lord, please give this grandma the strength and stamina she needs. Bless her.

The sound of children's laughter and the splash of pool-play no longer heard next door. One parent and child left of this blended family to live quietly; no longer available for short bursts of conversation.

Lord, please, another family in need of Your help. Make a way for us to share once again.

A neighbor of many years betrayed a friendship. Their door stays shut now.

Lord, please show me how to deal with this, and show me how I can learn to forgive.

Every walk reveals a new need. A new plea. A new Hope.

Brilliant sunsets and easy southern breezes still cover my neighborhood . . .

So does One other . . .

Along side each step, each breath and each heartbeat.

May this day, this evening, this night, hold peace of heart, joy in spirit and all things possible abundantly above all you could ever ask or think.

There's Always a Squeegee When You Need It.

2011-09-25T17:25:00.000-04:00

There is nothing more disgusting than a gi-normous splat on the windshield as you are driving down the road.

A grossly messy one.

Even the wipers with lots and lots of water-spray did little but to spread the grossness all the way over to my side window.

Blech.

I had to stop and get gas anyway and wondered if gas stations still had those squeegee-things-on-a-stick that men grab out of a bucket.

I don't know the magic behind those squeegee-things-on-a-stick, but squeaky clean my windshield they made. Even at arms length.

On with my day!

A pretty ordinary one at that, other than a birthday lunch for my nephew. A milestone of 16 years--so precious.

And Friday nights are not for cooking, so pizza was on my mental menu as my husband left to visit his mother at her place where she has made new friends ... and has finally remembered some of them.

I watched the clock to time a perfectly warm pizza for when he came home.

It was the second stop sign just a hop-and-a skip away from home when I noticed it. If I had looked up when I left the house I would have seen it then, but ... I had other things on my mind.

Coming to that second stop, the most awesome rainbow literally made me gasp! I could even see a pink layer underneath the bright blues, greens, yellows and reds. I don't think I have ever seen that color of pink before in a rainbow.

I didn't want to lose any seconds so I grabbed my phone, looked in the rear view mirror for other cars and snapped away. I just sat there in awe and absorbed all the beauty I could before I had to leave. I knew it would be gone when I got back.

Got the pizza, walked out the door of the pizza joint ... and there it was still. Wow! I snapped away at the still brilliant rainbow. It followed me all the way home and I got to experience various views of it's beauty.

I was hoping my husband would get to see it when he got home.

And he did.

But what I didn't realize until later was; the best picture of all the angles I took was the first one I took through my windshield.

The windshield that was squeaky clean.

There's a gentle and beautiful reminder here by One Who is loving, faithful and kind--Who is giving, caring and Who rises to show us Compassion.

Who never leaves us, and provides squeegee-things-on-a-stick to help with unpleasantness in our lives because He has something awesome to reveal, a treasure for our heart--a good and perfect gift.

I can hear Him say, "Rest in My promises dear one ... enjoy My gifts.

I pray you do too.

In His loving arms,

Pat

"Just beacause..."

2011-09-09T20:16:00.000-04:00

I stay forever entranced by the silhouette of swaying branches against a fading sunset. Add the music of rain and a comfy rocker and I am rich beyond measure.

So many blessings, so few words (if any) that fit the moment.

Fading hibiscus line my window sill, the rain decides on a deep cleansing tonight.

Sunset turns into a dusky gray creating even deeper silhouettes.

The slow twirl of my ceiling fan reflects in the window illuminated by the soft light over my shoulder.

No moral, no lessons, nothing to twinge at my heart.

"Just because... " blessings from the One Who speaks to me from His heart of love.

Pink begins to rise just a little in the horizon. Is it over?

Ahhhh... thunder.

The little girl in me closes her eyes and twirls in the rain.

Cover Love (for my sis')

2011-08-18T19:31:00.009-04:00

Sometimes, although love tries and tries, it just can't always get it right--but they keep on "working on it."

Cover Love

For those who love deeply,

things must be

perfect,

always just right,

for those they love

deeply.

But Life's clear

perspective,

exposes the truth

and guilt sinks the heart

of those who love

deeply.

Searching 'just right'

never reaching the gift,

to present whom they love

a life that shines

perfect...

God's love covers,

what love can not do...

for those who love deeply.

1 Peter 4:8 Above all, love each other deeply, for love covers over a multitude of...times of 'working on it' over and over again.

Love,
Patty

Hibiscus Wisdom (Jan's 100 word challenge)

2011-06-29T21:32:00.006-04:00

Red-fire,
petal soft,
brushed against her cheek, her lips, her lashes.
Eyes closed…
quiet in beauty;
sensation of
lovely
understood,
experienced with each stroke..

Knowing it would last but one day.

No sadness though,
for she enjoyed the flutter of each petal against her skin
accepting the inevitable timing
of closure.
As natural as the sun rising and
leaving at the end of the day,
another beauty would be exposed in seasoned time.
A gentler more muted beauty,
unlike full bloom.

An intricate design of ardent hope
one can not see…
until life folds and makes way for another.

Pat Guy
©2011

Storm Chasers

2011-06-17T18:24:00.006-04:00

Last evening a storm was brewing. I could hear the rumblings and smell the rain in the air as I began my walk around the neighborhood. Walking in the evenings has become a beautiful necessity for me--sitting does tend to weaken the ole Bod.

But last night I wasn't sure I was going to make it home before the storm broke so my focus was on the long string of black clouds hovering in the distance.

Yep. we were in for a good one.

I set my eyes on that storm.

But a surprising thing happened so fleetingly I almost missed it. Well, I did miss most of it and that was a shame.

A sunset!

As I was focused on the storm, a warm glow was focused on me! And I didn't even notice until I looked away from the dark clouds looming my way, catching just a glimpse of the bright spectrum of light fanning out from the golden orb hanging in a patch of deep blue sky.

Light, warmth and beauty were there to enjoy the whole time of my journey!

But God was gracious, as He always is, and whipped up a delight as I turned the corner of the street. He knew it was a favorite of mine--wind, wind and more wind. Wind that flowed and swirled and lifted your face for more ... that swooshed stress away.

Then a little later, as night fell and in the shelter of my home, beautiful bolts of lightning lingered outside my window displaying the Power of the One who created all things, the One who could consume if He so chose, the One who has placed the Power of His strength, courage and victory within us.

I tell ya, if the glow of God's love doesn't catch your eye, then the Holy Spirit will lift your chin to witness the Power of all things possible abundantly above all we could ever ask or think.

Kinda renews the 'oomph' of this ole Bod to walk tonight with a little spring in the ole step! Maybe two laps?

Can I get a witness?

Eph.3:20

Twinkling Promises

2011-05-24T15:01:00.003-04:00

A sound … a warning, she knew it was coming. She wasn’t sure if she should go outside, but she heard the shift of wind through the branches of Sycamores brushing against her house. She loved the wind on her face, and through her hair—on her skin. She looked out the window and confirmed what she knew—an ominous storm was on its way.

She opened the glass doors onto the porch.

The white rocker was inviting her with its old familiar rhythm—paint chipped, armrests worn where she gripped them for support as she prayed and pondered, or watched her children play down through those many long years.

But now, there were new little ones who came and went after playing where their mother and father used to play, and oh, how she loved those times!

The sun should be lifting itself high about this time of day; normally too bright and glowing for the eyes.

Dark gray clouds followed a quick path and blocked the sun’s warmth as winds began their first dance. Her hair swirled off her shoulders and she lifted her face into the sudden coolness. She relaxed at its soft touch and took her first breath of new rain swooping in from the horizon.

The rocker wooed her to sit and wait in the fresh scent of what was to come.

Rumblings. Distant. A huge blanket of night seemed to be looming forward, pushing day out of the way. Jagged streaks of brilliance cracked the whip of power ready to strike within the ominous deep darkness.

They were in for a doozy today. She should go inside. The porch offered limited protection and was not the best place to be during a lightning storm, but the sweeping breeze kept her rocking, relaxed, as she closed her eyes, listening to the birds delight at the first drops of rain.

It began with a heavy plunk, plunk on the aluminum roof. Slow at first.

Then pelting rain increased to a deafening crescendo testing the solid foundation of the porch.

Mist covered her arms, her clothes, her face—and frizzed her hair. A small price to pay for the insights speaking to her heart …

The gift of rain—cleansing, growth.

The touch of wind—fresh, anointing.

The display of power—within the storm.

The Light of strength—in the midst of darkness.

Soothing shades of Creation glistened, twinkling sparks of light shimmered everywhere as the sun shined once again proclaiming …

I will never leave you, or forsake you. I will give you strength and sustain you as I hold your hand.

My Peace I give you so do not be troubled or afraid.

Your joy will come …

I promise.

Hebrews 13:5, Isaiah 41:10,13, John 14:27, Psalms 30:5

Pat Guy
©2011

Heartbeat of Holies

2011-04-18T11:21:00.004-04:00

Cold, dark … alone, the heart of God beats
coursing life’s blood to tiny hands and feet.
Smaller than the nails one day they will bear
innocent and pure as His mother’s tears.

The Angels joined the chorus as the heavens rolled away,
announcing His arrival, a promise kept that day.

Seasons, months ... years, until the time had come
when blossoms bud anew to praise Creation’s Son.
The Earth’s anticipation bursts forth with new breath
of color, fruit and fragrance, new life to welcome death.

Scourged, pierced… alone, the heart of God ceased
coursing life’s blood to precious hands and feet.
The pounding of the nails for ages to hear
innocent and pure as His Father’s tears.

The Angels joined the chorus as the stone rolled away,
revealing He had risen, a promise kept that day.

Received, redeemed … Holy, the heart of God beats
coursing Atonement to heal with cleansing Peace.
Rebirth of a soul bursts forth with new breath
of Father, Son and Spirit . . .
new Life conquers death.

Pat Guy
©2005

May this day be filled with the gift of laughter, and smiles to your heart ...

Lemon Balm Redemption

2011-04-17T10:30:00.003-04:00

Lemon Balm tea sounded good so I got my porcelain mortar and pestle ready and went outside to my herb garden to pick some leaves.

I use my mortar and pestle quite often -- especially for herbs, so I began to do what I always do ... rinse the leaves and began pounding them with the pestle. Bruising and crushing deepens the flavor and aroma. It brings out the best in herbs and spices.

I didn't like where my thoughts were leading as I grounded the leaves around the smooth bowl. I wanted to escape the vision of 'bruising and crushing' in our lives and how it fit into our growth and maturity as Christians so I shoved the thoughts aside and focused on that pleasing cup of tea.

Fragrance of Lemon Balm filled my small space and I took a deep breath. I stopped and let its pleasing scent relax my mind and ease its thoughts.

But it couldn't be helped, it couldn't happen any other way.

The bruising and crushing.

Of a Son.

The cup.

The Sweet Aroma.

Pleasing to His Father.

Atonement.

Eternity is not enough time to understand.

Eternity is not enough time to be thankful.

But Eternity, will be enough time to Love.

Isaiah 53:5 "But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us Peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed."

Thank you Father God ... thank You.

Friday Fiction? In Light of Sunflowers and Roses

2011-04-15T19:48:00.009-04:00

She looked up. He took her hand and lifted her to her feet. She slipped into his embrace so familiar with the scent of his closeness. They stood still, their breath almost in sync after so many years of love. His cheek rested against her temple and she melded into his warmth, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment.

The music began – their song – their memories – their life.

A sigh brushed her lips as he bent in close and she flowed into his movements as he began the dance.

A celebration of sorts really; a beautiful ending to one of the most difficult days of their lives together. This evening meant so much to both of them.

They had no worries of bumping into the couch, recliners or hutch. Their movements were oblivious to time and to their surroundings.

They rested in the melody of love, lived each memory – adding one more.

A tear fell as she closed her eyes thinking of the task before her. She loved being in his arms this way and they were free to flow with each note as long as they wished.

But once it was over …

Light filled the room. How like him to know she loved light – lots and lots of light!

Sunflowers and Roses seemed an unusual bouquet but he knew she wasn’t one for convention so they were placed everywhere in the house. They had fun going all around town, leaving each store with armfuls of flowers. Essence swirled with their movements and she caught a glimpse of his back in the mirror, her arms resting on his shoulders. She filed the memory in her special place just for him.

And then she stopped.

She looked up, placed her hands on his chest – and walked away.

The music played on.

She went to their room, turned on the light and sat down at her desk. Paper and pen had been laid out beforehand; special stationary chosen to reflect color and life.

She knew how she was going to begin, she just didn’t know how she was going to end the letter.

A deep sigh escaped her heart. It hurt.

“Dear Kids, I got the results we’ve all been waiting for today and I need to ask a special favor. Please forgive me, for I love you all with all my heart. There will be no treatments and no surgery …"

She felt him at the door. Soft steps came and stood behind her.

She looked up. He took her hand and lifted her to her feet. She slipped into his embrace so familiar with the scent of his closeness. They stood still, their breath almost in sync after so many years of love. His cheek rested against her temple and she melded into his warmth, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment.

A sigh brushed her lips as he bent in close and she flowed into his movements as he began the dance.

They were free to dance as long as they wished.

There will be more nights, more dance, more Sunflowers and Roses … more light.

She looked forward to the Light she would dance in due time. An Eternity of Light!

She smoothed away the tear on his cheek

And the music played on.

Pat Guy
©2007

Flight of Refuge

2011-04-13T08:00:00.004-04:00

Spread Your wings of protection,

Spread Your wings of Mercy and Grace,

Cover ...

Shelter ...

Embrace ...

Cradle our hearts, and our lives this day my Lord,

my Savior, my God,

my Father.

Spread Your wings,

Spread Your wings ...

Oh! So we may soar!

Psalms 91:4 "He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day." and "...you will soar on wings like eagles." (Isa. 41:31)

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

The Measure by Roy Lessin

2011-04-03T18:10:00.003-04:00

This is sooooo worth the reprint!

The Measure

Let the grace of the Lord be the measure of your sufficiency;
let the peace of the Lord be the measure of your quietness;
let the power of the Lord be the measure of your strength;
let the goodness of the Lord be the measure of your contentment;
let the love of the Lord be the measure of your service;
let the faithfulness of the Lord be the measure of your trust;
let the beauty of the Lord be the measure of your worship;
let the fullness of the Lord be the measure of your joy;
let the sovereignty of the Lord be the measure of your confidence;
let the promises of the Lord be the measure of your expectations;
let the coming of the Lord be the measure of hope.

You are my portion, O Lord. Psalm 119:57 AMP

Read more encouraging messages by Roy Lessin, DaySpring co-founder and writer, on Roy's blog "Meet Me in the Meadow."

Angel Glow

2011-04-01T23:25:00.004-04:00

If it were possible, they were almost out of rhythm; a slight flutter. But it never could happen you see, for the cadence of wings was always in unison praise to their Maker … and always in rhythm with the glorious chorus before Him. But there was a quiver of excitement and anticipation flowing through their majestic wings—especially for two of them. They had been chosen, just as the time and moment had been chosen. I AM had spoken, and they knew that twinkle in His eye for it shone upon their face when He called them to His side.

New life was imminent.

Its fragrance so weightless, so pure, filled their celestial being as they breathed deep its fresh softness. They lifted high the full radiance of their wings and spread forth their vast span of brilliance.

Her time was near.

They swirled and whirled to melodic adulation of “Holy … Holy … Holy.” Their luminous wake carried by the winds of worship.

Yet their focus was on His every movement, their intent on every gesture. One look—one twinkle … one smile.

Now!

***

They hover in awe. They stand guard in wonder. They hover in reverence. They stand guard in honor.

She arrives. She cries. The flutter of their glow, the whisper of their melody is to no avail. She cries. The attempt to distract with their luminous whirls does not work … and she cries.

Sweet fragrance of sweet life mingles with precious first moments. They swoop in close—so close. She opens her eyes. She stops her cries. Their faces reflect The Father’s delight and speak of His love; and they are overcome … they smile. Does she see Him? Yes.

She is calm now—all is calm. She rests in the cradle of their wings and slumbers in their softened glow.

She will lose sight of them as she becomes more focused on the world around her. She will no longer hear the melody of their wings as she becomes accustomed to this world and its offerings.

A pity … for after all—Angel glow is so beautiful … and warm.

But oh, sweet one … you are so loved.

You are so loved.

Pat Guy
©2011

Prayer, Power, Peace.

2010-11-24T11:16:00.005-05:00

To come to know the full reality, the full realization, as in ... for real, that the Power that created all we see and the Power demonstrated in the Resurrection lives within us ... well, it's beyond mind boggling, for then that truly means, "all things are possible" and "we can do all things" through and by this Power.

We can even have Peace ... and be comfortable with it.

Prayer, Power, Peace.

Thank You God for such comforting Gifts.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Phil. 4:13

Matt. 19:26

A Moment

2010-09-19T15:56:00.001-04:00

Some days are just worse than others. At least, sometimes, they start out that way ... and stay that way ... until, for some reason, the day ends up turning out pretty good.

Unfortunately, during one of those days this week I got so wrapped up in 'handling' each challenge that I forgot to take a moment and ask for help. As in, from my Heavenly Father.

But did that matter to Him? Did it stop Him from coming to my rescue with the strength, stamina and mental fortitude I needed to make it to the good part at the end of the day?

No, it did not.

Sometimes, as in 'all' the time ... He just loves us anyway.

What would we do without Him?

I don't even want to know ...

Special blessings, and all we need, are always there.

Sometimes, as in most of the time ... we're too busy trying to cope to notice. (I'm soooo guilty!)

Take a moment -- relax, close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You know He's waiting.

Asphalt Redemption

2010-08-23T10:15:00.006-04:00

*A story written around a grain of truth ... and a simple envelope can be a mighty weapon.

Asphalt Redemption

The stench of her reflection made her shudder as she clutched the sides of a sink, filthy from neglect. Acid reflux burned in her throat. The sigh that filled the tiny room was heard only by ants crawling on a wall caked with dust – buried pain escaping the dark abyss of her past, her present and her future.

She closed her eyes to erase the image standing before her – the image of hopelessness – the image of survival. The night enslaved her, the day put to death any of its light. The only living things in her life at that moment were roaches trying to escape the heavy scent of mothballs emanating from the toilet. She’d reek of it when she left. Preferable to the car she just … no … no … she shook her head to forget.

The once grey t-shirt clung to her chest in patches of sweat. She snatched at a stack of paper towels and turned the crusted faucet. Wet towels felt cool on her face and neck – only seconds of allusive relief. Tinged lighting stripped bare a face burdened by forbidden acts against the innocence of the child she once was … and the pain inflicted to hide the shame.

She lifted the top of a battered dispenser and pulled out a plastic bag containing sample toiletries she pocketed from time to time. The owners at the gas station didn’t care anymore.

A quick routine and she tossed the dirty towels in the basket overflowing with debris when a corner of an envelope caught her eye. She had thrown it away a few days ago. Ignoring it, she started to leave, but words printed on the envelope kept her standing at the door. She turned and rummaged through the garbage to pull out the crumpled paper. That crazy lady, she thought. Who tosses 50 bucks out the window?

The only place to sit in the 5x6 room was the toilet while light flickered on fading walls of filmy green. She smoothed out the envelope against her thigh and propped her arm on the side of the chipped sink.

‘A gift from God just for you.’

Ashley clenched the envelope in her fist and threw it against the wall. Let it rot there for all I care.

She stepped on it as she left the bathroom.

The “crazy lady” had been wondering when God was going to work out another encounter. She was ready with her next envelope. But her feeble attempt at conversation while coasting alongside the girl was a disaster to say the least, limited by the girl’s constant reply of, “Nope, don’t want it.”

Promises of no religious material or invites to church made no difference. Next time, she was going to pull up a few feet ahead of the girl and just toss the envelope out the window.

God be with the envelope, please.

The quick respite did nothing to ease the heat for Ashley, but walk the road she must. Looking over her shoulder, looking across the road … watching … waiting … watching … waiting … as each car passed in any direction; she waited and walked. Asphalt breeze blew hot in her face.

Ashley saw a car pull off the road ahead of her. Oh no, there’s that lady again. But the car didn’t stop. Neither did Ashley. So what? Like I really care? She saw the envelope flutter in the wake of the car as it pulled away. She walked on knowing exactly where it lay; and kept walking until the car disappeared. A few steps on her way back, and as she bent to pick up the envelope, a breeze kicked up from the direction of bushes she hadn’t noticed before. Perfume? Or … what was that?

She followed the scent.

Delicate flowers of white and amber bloomed profusely on their vine growing throughout shrubs of green. Ashley unconsciously filled her lungs with the sweet fragrance of Honeysuckle, filtering out all the asphalt and mothball stench of the day. I don’t remember the last time I … I don’t remember ever seeing these …

Then she spotted, ‘A gift from God just for you.’ on the envelope in her hand.

“That lady is crazy stupid.” muttered Ashley.

She squatted under the shade of the Honeysuckle to see how much money there was this time – nothing about God just like the lady had said.

Ashley squeezed the envelope in her fist intending to toss it on the road. The God-words getting smashed by passing tires gave her a measure of pleasure.

But, she shrugged her shoulders and tossed it over where it landed among the fragrant flowers.

Leaning against the shrubs infused with their perfume, she shook her head.

“That crazy …”

The sigh that filled the universe was heard only by ants crawling in the dust – buried pain escaping the dark abyss of her past, her present and her future.

One Other was listening to her heart.

Pat Guy
©2010

Peace in the Light

2010-08-10T21:20:00.004-04:00

"The LORD bless you, and keep you; The LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace." Numbers 24-26

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

2010-07-19T18:11:00.006-04:00

Ambient + Alternative + New Age = controversial.

But why?

Even Paul in 1st Corinthians 8:4-13 explained why meat sacrificed to idols was okay to eat. Even if it was sacrificed to a pagan god -- meat was just meat.

Each note crafted into a melody is just that too, right? Just a melody.

I do understand what Paul further explained about offending those who feel specific things are wrong. But I think we need to have a balanced attitude even toward a group that might have conflicting convictions with our own.

Just as meat is a nourishment to the body, so is music to the soul. And not just to the soul, but to the health of our bodies and minds.

What a beautiful, beautiful power God gave to music. It moves, it heals, it inspires -- rejuvenates ... it cradles babies to sleep. It can transport -- connect -- draw us into a presence, and to a different time and place.

Take off the labels and what is revealed?

Beautiful, beautiful music with the power to meet the need of the moment.

Only The Master Musician could have created such wonder and I for one, intend to enjoy each note.

Listen closely ... God has composed a melody just for you!

Backyard Life.

2010-07-09T21:44:00.006-04:00

An evening out on the back porch with laptop softly playing a soothing mixture of sounds is a gift to the senses. Watching young Cardinals check out the new bird-feeder is a treat for the eyes. Watching back-door neighbors work together to hoist a good, sturdy swing-set over the fence to give pleasure to another family of children is down-right heartwarming.

We had already recycled edging stones to this same family that we had gotten from our back-door-neighbor when he was changing things up in his yard.

And I wouldn't know what to do if my next-door-neighbor of 30 yrs ever moved away. We have borrowed anything and everything you could think of -- keeping up with kids and life along the way. Now our grandchildren run around in the backyard.

Are there many neighborhoods like this anymore?

I don't know what it is about our neighborhood, but every year we have over 600 kids and parents come by for Halloween. (I know, big controversy for some -- I'm sorry) The kids that came by years ago are now bringing their own children. Streets are blocked off and special parking is set up. A firetruck is parked down the road and police on bicycles roam around and talk to the children.

No rowdiness, no meanness, no disrespect.

Makes me feel like I'm doing one of those 'perfect' commercials that ran a few years ago by a drug store chain. But still, a lot of life has been lived on these streets. Even as imperfect as life is.

Hopefully our new family of children will enjoy this neighborhood of life. They seem to -- they're just swingin' away!

And I still love the view from my porch.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Wings of a Song

2010-06-23T17:48:00.003-04:00

My favorite genre ...

Wings of a Song

Leaves burnt.
Cold, hard frost.
Tree skeletons,
stripped of glory.
Grass brittle, brown, bereft.
Bamboo chime plunks a cold note,
yet ...
Feathered host burst forth.
A kaleidoscope,
of melodies entwined.
Separate, scattered, synchronized.
A beauty not touched,
yet received.
A beauty not tasted,
yet sipped slowly,
and deep.
Satiety lifts the soul,
and soars on wings of a song.
Beauty beyond season of loss,
Beauty beyond cold, hard frost.

Pat Guy
©2009

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Sweet Revenge

2010-06-15T15:18:00.004-04:00

My body got stuck today. It had to stay here while my mind and spirit decided to go to the beach.

The comfy beach chair that sits low while waves roll in, palms swaying in the balmy breeze, the deep fragrance of plumarias swirling through sand hills cooling the noon heat was just too much for my mind and spirit to bear so they took off.

Sea grapes are in season and probably made a quick treat before the seagulls swooped in to take their share. Pelicans dove for their lunch.

I had to console my self, by myself, with making homemade apple crisp. But instead of putting all the buttery, brownsugary, oatmeal crisp on top, I mixed it all in so it could be nice and gooey all over.

Then I super consoled myself ... and licked the lusciously sweet, buttery mixture off each finger.

If my mind and spirit begin to flaunt their trip, I'll just console myself with a bowl of apple crisp topped with whipped cream while I listen and sip an iced latte'.

That'll show 'em.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Giving way to Power? Or Panic.

2010-06-14T10:40:00.010-04:00

It was one of those nights.

Unsettling.

A night where one feels they need to pace, flip channels and pace some more.

Sometimes, being creative has it's price.

Regardless of where our creative gift is utilized, whether it's writing, painting, drama and etc, it sometimes will work against us because all of these involve feelings and a state of mind on some level.

Creative minds are always ... well, creating! And it can play on the mind, body and emotions.

So, with thoughts racing, I pulled out my little composition book of verses I keep handy.

When life tends to throw things out of focus, it's a good thing to set our focus on words that have the power to help.

My eyes set on this verse, "... do not be fainthearted or afraid, do not be terrified or give way to panic ... for the Lord your God is the one who goes with you to fight for you." Duet. 20: 3 - 4

Although God was reassuring Israel before they went into battle, we have battles in our own lives we have to face.

And God goes with us to fight them for us. (promise!)

It sure gets tiring, and it sure gets wearisome, so it sure feels good to know God has the power to do the fighting, because sometimes, (as in always?) I sure don't feel like I've got it.

God's promises sure do come in handy sometimes, huh?

Look for a promise you can use today. Maybe share one!

And you know what? I think I'll claim these verses for my family. They sure could use some of this God-fighting power in their lives.

May God bless this day in some special way just for you,

Ebony Wings

2010-06-11T09:24:00.004-04:00

I have a story to tell.

About an angel I've met before – I think.

But first I need to back up a few weeks to a time of jewelry and choices.

Choices of jewelry, that is. It plays a big part in my story. It seemed insignificant to look over antique jewelry my sister had just brought into her shop of fine collectibles, but oh, so much fun! And oh, so significant as only God can plan.

One look, one “Oooo …!” and my sister said, “Pick out whatever you want!” So I did. And I wanted to protect it, so I carefully put the piece in a large envelope and folded it into layers for more padding. It was a delicate thing.

I slipped the envelope into what I felt was the safest part of my purse.

A few days later my mother-in-law was hospitalized with pneumonia.

During one of many conversations with her nurse, I noticed a display of candy bars at the nurse’s station while we were talking. Fragrance of chocolate does draw one’s attention. The nurses were raising money for a good cause so I bought three. Yes, these play a part too. Well, at least one of them does.

More conversations, and more convalescence made it clear that my mother-in-law was going to need assistance for her everyday living needs so jewelry and candy bars were forgotten and I began to do some ground work for just the right place for her to feel comfortable and at home.

This is when I saw him. My crooked man – bent over and appearing busy. His movements were just as slow and laborious as before, raking with a hoe alongside the main road. His aim didn’t seem to have a purpose – just a repetitive stab at the loose gravel and tufted grass growing its way over the asphalt of the parking lot.

I had looked for him since our first encounter, but I don’t have occasion to go that way often. Even so, I don’t see him when I do.

I thought of the money tucked away in my purse for spontaneous moments of ministry, but this time I didn't have an envelope. I like to write something on the front so people will know this is not a gift from me -- but a gift from God.

I didn't know how I was going to give it to him, but I knew I needed to. Just handing someone cash seemed -- I don't know – so awkward. Plus, it would require me to begin a conversation beyond, “Hi, this is for you.” I just never know what to say.

Then I remembered the jewelry … in the envelope … in my purse. HA!

So I swerved into the parking lot, turned off the van, took out the jewelry and fixed everything up. I sat a moment wondering what he felt he was accomplishing. He seemed older than last I saw him, a bit frailer, and a bit more tattered. Spring had come slowly this year but the sun was bright and high as usual, and I wondered if he was hungry. I remembered the one candy bar that had survived my last weakness.

Good! Snickers made a good snack! Maybe it would give him a lift.

Candy bar and envelope in hand, I approached him as he twisted his shoulders to look up. And he beamed – his smooth ebony cheeks lifting deep creases into a crinkly fan of a grin.

I could tell he knew something as he bobbed his head up and down holding onto the hoe for support. As I got closer he said so very quiet, "Ahhh ... the good Lord sent someone to refresh this old man. Thank you, thank you."

His eyes held a mystery for me as they did before. Something deep in those rich ebony’s of his – so quick I wasn’t sure. A knowledge maybe? A place in his world he left for a second to deal with a stranger? It was a calm, serene something – tangible, out of reach … yet as close as a presence.

He took the gifts and put the envelope in his pocket without a glance. Then bent back down into the view of his world and tore into the candy bar.

I slipped away as he enjoyed being refreshed.

I don’t remember if he shook my hand or waved. He just seemed to take it all in stride.

Maybe that's how he has survived a daily view of dirt, grass and gravel. As one who knows what he will find when he labors to look up.

I have occasion to drive by more often now. I purposely look for him, but I haven't seen him since.

His story to others might be of an angel who walks up out of nowhere and hands him an envelope with money and a candy bar. It’s happened twice. It could be true.

But I have a different story. I think he's my 'Angel Unaware.'

I’m pretty sure he is.

I see the light of a Presence in his eyes.

Hebrews 13:1-2 “Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unaware.” (KJV)

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

©2010

Not to be outdone.

2010-06-10T14:07:00.004-04:00

My very good and kindly understanding friend Jan, has been welcomed back in the fold of Bloggy friends.

So she, of course, has started out with a picture of her most precious Piper.

Well, Gramy's just can't be out done by other Gramy's when it comes to their most precious grandbaby/kids.

So here's Gracie Bug loving the Plumeria tucked on her ear. (she NEVER keeps anything in her hair!)

Life sure takes its unexpected turns. And I'm not one for roller-coasters.

But the Gracie Bug Express is one I don't mind riding.

Oh, and I found out why we Gramy's walk all around the yard with our Gracie Bugs -- to become a human basket to hold all the treasures they pick up along the way of our adventures. (and to put poor squeekie toy doggie being pulled by his string back up on his feet, over and over and over again)

What a ride!

And welcome very good and kindly understanding friend Jan at Glory Be http://glorybee55.blogspot.com/

Perfect Place for Raindrop (WFW)

2010-04-06T21:34:00.011-04:00

The challenge was to write in 50 words or less from the POV of a raindrop.

I lost using 61 words -- but I loved it anyway.

Perfect Place for Raindrop

There she is,
I know it’s her,
Head bent and walking slow.
Downcast is her soul.

Shoulders sag,
Burdens heavy,
Nothing left to feel,
Life doesn’t seem real.

I think she needs me.

But Master calls others to begin.

She looks up.
Cheeks wet.
Arms spread above
Lavishing His love.

I play my part,
I touch her heart.

And she laughs.

Isaiah 55:9-11

"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,

so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it."

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.
(maybe even in a raindrop!)

Condemnation? I don't think so!

2010-03-27T20:32:00.009-04:00

You don't have to explain.

You don't have to explain why you're angry, why you're disappointed or why you don't want to pray anymore.

You don't even have to explain why you want to avoid talking about all the things that are happening in your life and those of your family -- important things that tear your heart to pieces and make your body feel like hundred pound weights are tied to every limb.

And you don't have to apologize or feel guilty for being weary, sad and confused either.

He understands.

He understands each of us personally and intimately.

Sometimes it's best to be still, and rest in what He already knows ...

... and to let Someone else do all the praying and interceding ...

Romans 8:26, 27 'In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.'

So on those very bad days, weeks and months let us remember ...

Romans 8:34 "Who is he that condemns? (We are so good at condemning ourselves) Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us."

I think God has got us covered ...

What a relief!

The Cross ... it does a body, mind and soul good.

A Letter from Christ

2010-03-09T19:37:00.006-05:00

Ashley struggled to contain the scream of anguish welling up from the depth of her soul. But she couldn’t hold back the tears pouring down her cheeks. She had just miscarried – a crushing blow to their hearts and years of effort. The doctor’s words of ‘try again after three months’ seemed far away from the reality of the despair she felt.

“When my heart is grieved … you hold me by my right hand.”*

The doctor marveled at the strength beyond this couple’s unimaginable sorrow – a Power beyond themselves. He left them to their grief wrapped in a love he could sense was present.

***

George gunned the accelerator. No way is this car getting past me. Serves ‘em right for tailgating. He looked to the left as the car pulled up beside him ready to gloat at the driver he pinned in traffic.

He was struck by the young girl’s face of panic and tears. He saw a baby strapped in the back seat; too calm – too quiet with red blazing cheeks.

“In your anger do not sin.”*

The young girl couldn’t believe it! The man was slowing down to let her through! She instinctively turned to look at the driver and noticed the expression on his face. She was so glad he wasn’t angry. She just had to get to the hospital!

***

Twenty! That’s what the sign says lady! Twenty items – not fifty! Can’t you read? Sheesh! Madison gripped the bar of the cart and clamped her mouth shut. She seethed with the desire to say something to this elderly lady taking her time trying to fit what seemed like fifty items onto the small counter space at the express lane. She struggled to keep her body language in check too. One exasperated sigh would get the point across to this painstakingly slow elderly lady.

“… help the weak, be patient with everyone …”*

The elderly woman was aware of the controlled restraint of this young lady behind her in line. She appreciated it. It was her first time going to the store alone after such a long recovery. She wondered if her memory had been affected somehow – she didn’t remember the counters being so small. Nevertheless, she smiled at the young lady and thanked her for her patience.

***

Thanksgiving – a time for feast and family. As Mia flitted around the grocery store she noticed a young couple meticulously using a calculator making sure every penny counted. She could tell they were facing hard times by their attempt to appear clean and presentable in soiled and stained clothing ... and by the empty look on the wife's face. The young man smiled at Mia as she walked by the couple with her cart half full of Thanksgiving preparations. She flinched at the ‘buy one – get one free’ bologna among the other few staples in the couple's own cart. She heard the young man give a running total when the wife picked up another item – it went back on the shelf.

“… let us do good to all people …”*

The young wife turned at the tap on her shoulder – she had almost finished putting their food on the counter. A lady with a smile gave her an envelope along with a Star ornament mumbling something about Thanksgiving and Christmas. Empty of emotion, the wife handed them to her husband as she continued with the groceries, but when he showed her what the envelope contained, she quickly scanned the store astonished. The lady with the smile had disappeared somewhere among the isles.

***

It has been said, ‘You are the only Bible some people will ever read.’

Maybe they didn’t realize they were paraphrasing from God’s own words … “You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.”*

A letter from Christ to the world … yes, that’s what we are … written by the Blood of the Lamb.

Pat Guy
©2007

*Psalms 73:21-23
*Ephesians 4:26
*1Thessalonians 5:14
*Galatians 6:10
*2Corinthians 3:3
(NIV)

Hugs and prayers and blessings for a perfectly randomly act of kindness day!

Just a coincidence?

2010-02-18T21:50:00.004-05:00

Two new (and awesome) songs have debuted these past few weeks. One from "Mercy Me" and one from "Amy Grant." They aren't even available to buy yet! So I flip stations while I'm driving in hopes of catching them for now.

I had plenty of stops to make today ... and sometimes ... timing is everything.

How many times have you caught just the tail-end of a favorite song? Whether you were flipping stations or just starting off in the car? Been there, done that so many times.

But not today!

I enjoyed "All of Creation" by Mercy Me as I parked to go into the store and I enjoyed "Better Than a Hallelujah Sometimes" by Amy Grant as I left the store to go home.

Awesome!

Isn't it spiritually-mind-boggling we can enjoy the presence of God through inspired song as our spirit is filled, lifted and renewed? Especially when we know it's something special God worked out just for us?

At just the right moment? As in ... perfect timing?

Just a coincidence?

What special gift has God given you lately that made you stop what you were doing -- and enjoy?

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Quick Change Truth

2010-02-06T22:46:00.008-05:00

It was one of those impromptu moments with God where one stops what they are doing and takes a few moments for a quick conversation …

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I felt such overwhelming gratitude in my heart I didn't want to wait until later to let Him know. (although of course, I knew He already knew, but still …)

So I expressed what I was feeling and said, “I really appreciate all the things you’ve done lately – for my dad, my sister, my daughter … for me. It’s meant a lot to me – thank you so much.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.” came simple words that spoke a searing truth.

I knew what those words meant and it tore right through me – I lowered my head in shame and turned away. I didn't want to face Him. I’ve been resistant lately about talking with Him and about reading His word. I haven’t felt like facing the gravity of burdens that needed to be brought before Him. They were too deep, too vast to fit within my chest … and they hurt.

So no, sometimes I don’t want to feel the pain that goes beyond tears not easily held back but draws blood in my soul hoping and petitioning for what seems like the impossible.

I stayed silent in my disgrace.

How quickly things had changed from deep thankfulness to deep disgrace. But something inside me ventured to ask, “Was that you, Lord? Did you say that?” (I don’t know why I questioned this since the statement was true)

A fresh breeze lifted my face, sweet words lifted the veil, “Did it sound like me? Would I say something like that to you?”

My eyes popped open (for real) and I pushed myself off the wall, and a light felt like it glowed warmth in my heart ...

No! It didn’t sound like Him! It didn’t sound like Him at all! And come to think of it, it didn’t sound like Him all those other times when I felt guilty by whispers of incrimination. Whispers of truth twisted into shame and pain – whispers that did not heal but cut deeper into wounds from the past.

Love is patient … love is kind … love keeps no record of wrongs … always hopes and perseveres.

This is my God, my Lord, and my Companion who speaks a sweet truth.

He understands … always.

How quickly His truth turns incrimination into a warm blanket of Grace.

Thank you Lord ...

Oh, and thank you so much Lord, for being You.

May you wrap yourself in His Grace and be comforted by His warm embrace.

1 Corinthians 13:4

Yes, it really could happen!

2009-12-31T20:56:00.004-05:00

I might as well start with a confession.

Day one of 2010 needs to begin with a little honesty in order to go forward.

Query letters -- they scare me and make me feel very insecure. And I can not achieve my goal without mastering 'The Query Letter.'

It's not like I haven't done research and 'bookmarked,' or haven't read up on how to write one -- it's like a block, I think. I don't know. And it's not even for a book to pitch! I'm talking publications.

Is there a standard form letter I'm missing somewhere that spells out the process simply? With all the page technicalities?

How long did it take you to finally buckle down, write one and finally send it off?

Or if you haven't sent one off either -- what is stopping you?

Part of it for me is, not knowing where I fit in the writing world.

I don't have a book in me. And I'm not sure anyone would be interested in any of my 'Aha moments,' 'God moments,' or 'Moments' of anything in my life.

But I would like to try and see what happens.

You never know ...

It could happen!

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Even if you don't feel like looking for it,
it's always there!

Miracle in Bloom

2009-12-08T14:55:00.005-05:00

It was an impossible request, I know. But I was asking my Heavenly Father who is the God of all things possible -- so why not?

It was kind of like a fleece. And although it might seem silly to some, it had a special meaning to me.

I wanted just one bloom of Bird of Paradise when there were none among my three sprawling plants. I had three last year which were a special gift each in their own time of bloom.

So I asked for a bloom for a very specific reason of my own.

I have checked everyday. Ev-er-y-day.

Nothing.

The importance of this bloom was just between God and I and so I knew it just had to be there one day. And I don't mean next year during Bird of Paradise season. I mean during this season so I fully expected to see one appear somehow.

But still nothing; even as of this morning. Not even a sign of a future stalk that would carry a bloom.

But you know? That's alright, and I'll tell you why.

My dad called me one day last week as he does most mornings. Since my Mom went 'Home' my sisters and I check on him everyday since he is mainly housebound with health issues.

So he called and said, "Guess what I got this morning?"

"A Bird of Paradise." I answered. (I soooo knew!)

"Yep, and it's beautiful! I didn't even know it was there!"

The first thing that popped into my mind was a 'rainbow.'

A couple months back, life brought another one it's drastic changes. The kind that brings insecurities while altering someone's whole life and the first thing I did was talk to God about it. I was so unsure about 'things.'

It was dark outside and I was standing against the wall in a little tiny room which is the only place of secured privacy in my home. (OK, it was the bathroom, not a closet. And as long as no one notices you've been gone too long, no one bothers you.)

I needed something tangible from God that night. I earnestly asked for something tangible. But it was night, and it was dark and it was just a tiny little room.

While I was praying in the night of Florida, God created a rainbow in the Bayou's of Louisiana and my daughter took a picture and sent it to me.

It was waiting, and the first thing I saw after I left my prayer room and clicked my laptop out of sleep mode.

I claimed that promise, just as I'm claiming the promise of the Bird of Paradise.

And I don't mind sharing the beauty and wonder of these creations because the heart and lives they came into were blessed in a way that is just as personal between them and God.

Sometimes ... it's all the more special when a miracle is shared.

Oh, and my dad called yesterday and said, "Guess what I heard while I was praying?"

"Sand Hill Cranes." I said. (I soooo knew!)

"Yep, and it was beautiful. Mom and mine's favorite."

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.
(Sometimes, we just don't feel like looking for it)

Unfailing Vision

2009-11-08T16:50:00.010-05:00

He made his way to the very top of the highest point of the tallest peak in all the universe.
He had excellent vision.
He looked to the East, to the West, to the North and to the South.
Not one soul could he find, not one heart could he touch,
not one love could He embrace, but One.
Fathoms of eternity stretched out before him.

Time, space, darkness, void -- a kingdom would not make.

Love is pure ...
and there was light.

Love is kindness ...
and there was fruit, fragrance, beauty and living water.

Love is patient ...
and there was man in his arms resting ... filled with new breath.

And he loved them.

He made his way through lush earth of every created hue.
It was cool and pleasant – delectable fragrance swirled in his wake.
He sought his beloveds for his spirit elated in their company.
He called to them ...

Love hopes,
and hurts.

Love, man, hope, sin -- a kingdom could not make.

He made his way to the very top of the highest point of the tallest peak in all the universe.
Fathoms of eternal lives stretched out before him.
There was no other way, but One.

Darkness, once again, covered the earth.
The heavens cried out in agony.
Scourging flesh resounded its death song.
Love pierced his heart ... and bled.
The veil of sin was torn.

Love keeps no record of wrongs.

He now waits ...
He now perseveres ...
and fills mankind with new breath.
But for now, man’s vision is nothing more than a dark reflection of things to come.

Time, man, redemption, promises -- a kingdom will someday make.

He made his way into the heart of man into the deepest chamber of the innermost sanctuary of their soul ... and now dwells, anticipating, until…

We shall see him face to face.

For the Word was with Him from the beginning and has said, “I will live with them and walk with them, and I will be their God and they will be my people.”

Love, never fails.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

2 Corinthians 6:16b NIV
1 Corinthians 13 interspersed throughout story.

Pat Guy
© 2009

Clear and Present Wisdom

2009-11-03T15:43:00.008-05:00

I stood watching the moth beating its wings against my kitchen window -- the glass being a barrior it couldn't see. All it knew was the path ahead looked clear when in reality it was just an image of a place it wanted to be . . . an inviting place of possibilities.

But it was the wrong place, for if the moth had succeeded, it would have perished.

A kitchen is no place for a moth. Said owner of kitchen would have made sure.

Miss Moth will never know the fate that awaited if not for the wisdom of the Builder, so she was able to lead the life she was meant to.

The End. (but thankfully, not for Miss Moth)

But, I have no boat? (WFW)

2009-10-21T13:42:00.013-04:00

This was the first picture I saw in my search for 'Word Filled Wednesday' and what struck me was its serene beauty. I love the sea. But then, I thought, "I have no boat!" I don't know why I thought that, but I did. Maybe I just wondered what I had to offer?

But anyway ...

We normally associate this verse with leaving everything behind and becoming a Missionary. The verse does say they "left everything and followed ..."

And I know I could apply this to a time when we should give ourselves up to God and His teachings to become fishers of men.

But I wondered, (like I always do) what does this really mean? Is there something beyond the obvious we can glean?

I almost feel certain they did not abandon their boats forever and allow someone else to claim them. Fishing was their livelihood, and family depended on its income and food. I mean, in this passage we see that James and John have a father at home named Zebedee so surely they were supporting him as was the custom. The previous chapter shows Simon Peter married because Jesus healed his mother-in-law. (Luke 4:38)

But we think of this verse as one who has left everything behind to follow Jesus.

So now, other than the obvious sermons we have heard on this verse, I've thoroughly interested myself in this passage to look further into the sequence of the story.

Jesus was teaching a group of people on the shore of Lake Gennesaret. He saw two boats and got in one of them. He asked Simon to row out a little ways and he then sat down and continued to teach. (Have to ponder the significance of that later.)

Then he tells Peter to cast out his nets in to the deep waters for a catch.

Of course Peter explains what Jesus obviously does not know. They've been fishing all night and haven't caught a thing! But he does so just because Jesus says so.

I don't really know if Peter really had any faith about the whole thing, I think he just did this in obedience, or just to show Jesus there were no fish.

Low and behold fish! Abundantly above all they could ask or think!

Peter is contrite for his secret thoughts because he surely didn't say to Jesus, "I knew there would be fish because you said so!"

No, Peter is beside himself because he doesn't even want Jesus to look upon him.

So what does Jesus say? "Don't be afraid ..."

Wow, how compassionately benevolent for God's Son, among men such as us, not give them the look that said, 'I told you there would be fish.' And not to say, 'For your lack of faith you shall be punished and you will not catch any fish for two weeks.' (Well, really, they probably had enough fish to last quite awhile!)

No, He said, "Don't be afraid ..."

I'd be shaking in my sandals. I'd be embarrassed. I'd be so sorry I'd probably fall at His feet! Especially after I thought of the other miracles He had done.

But He was very patient, kind and loving with them. How awesome it is He is the same with us even now.

So, maybe ... no, positively, when things seem impossible, and we've tried and tried our best, over and over again, and reaped no results; when God says try again, then do it, because He's going to do something abundantly above all we could ask or think.

I claim that promise.

Is God asking you to take your boat out one more time? Are you weary after a long night's toil and just plain tired? So am I, but Peter obeyed just because Jesus said so and I'm sure he was weary and tired from casting that net all night -- he figured it was no use.

He probably even resigned himself with a big huge sigh right there as he stood next to Jesus.

I can even imagine the look on Peter's face. It probably mirrored mine at times.

So Peter obeyed, just because,

... and God so blessed,

... filling two boats instead of one!

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

*Picture by Paul Lee at Heartlight.com

Got quote?

2009-10-20T13:01:00.007-04:00

Terri Tiffany Inspirational Writer has a good discussion going on about critiquing called, "No ands, buts, or ors please ... ." http://terri-treasures.blogspot.com/ (sorry, can't figure out how to link!)

Take a look! I learned a very important thing over there today about keeping in mind the style of the writer when we critique. Often we critique through our own eyes which is probably good at first. I really want that very first impression from my critique friend. But then we need to review the style and make suggestions within the style of the author.

But that's really not what my blog is about today. (although I read some good stuff over there!)

It's about those inspiring quotes we gather and post around ourselves to keep us motivated -- whether it's for writing or just for our everyday lives.

Do you have any you could share with us? I'd love to have more than the one I have now. Our BFF Joanne posted one awhile back I kept . . . it's by Barbara Kingslover . . .

"Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you, figure out what you have to say."

Wow . . . that helps me!

No limits on inspirational quotes posts. We can never have too many!

Thanks BFF's (Bloggy Friends Forever!)

You are Here! (Monday Manna)

2009-10-18T20:05:00.010-04:00

"When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?" Psalm 8:3-4

After God spoke wisdom, intricacy and unfathomable beauty into the heavens, He said, “Let us make man . . .” and I can’t help but wonder if He was reaching through, and beyond the last day of His masterpiece when He will speak once again and say, “Now my dwelling is with man and I will live with them. They will be my people and I will be with them and be their God.”*

This infinite beauty around us, above us and below the waters – this exquisite intricacy that delights and fills our senses is a promise of all that will be; not only for us . . . but for our Lord and Creator, who also longs for the day when all things are new and we can be with Him face to face – in His embrace – nothing to ever separate us again.

What a day that will be!

*Rev. 21:3

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

More Monday Manna right here!

Funky Funk

2009-10-17T20:34:00.004-04:00

If I close my eyes I see . . . nothing. No words, no inspiration. Normally I can see so much! And feel so much! I live each word I write!

But, I don't know, it doesn't feel like writer's block, and I've noticed I've been typing the wrong words lately, and it feels -- too weird!

Writing gives my mind something to do. Otherwise I talk and write all the time -- in my head. Not good.

I have stories I've put on hold, and I have insights I've tucked away, neat things God has brought my way; and I don't want to lose my bloggy friend connections! We are such a part of each others lives!

So I'm just ramble-writing right now wondering what ya'll do when you are in a writing-funk.

Yes, that's what it is -- a 'writer's funk.'

I guess it takes the darkest clouds,
to make the heaviest rains,
to cleanse the earth,
releasing,
the sweetest fragrance.

Too deep for me to think about right now.

But I do hope this finds you productively and busily happy!

Don't forget me!

2009-10-08T17:32:00.004-04:00

Life just seems out of control right now and I've missed blogging and my bloggy friends.

I do hope to finally revamp, rename, relaunch one day. These ideas in my head will drive me crazy until I do something about them. One idea I so want to get into is featuring different blogs so we can discover and make new bloggie friends. That would be fun.

I want to be in the loop and stay in the loop but my brain won't cooperate while being pulled in so many directions at one time.

So, please, don't forget me!

A Promise Waiting

2009-09-26T15:18:00.010-04:00

Last night I needed something tangible from God as I was praying. It was just one of those times and my heart was sinking fast. And it was pitch-black outside so there could be no Cardinals flying by my window, no butterflies, no lustrous rays shining through a cluster of dark clouds . . . no unexpected blooms just for me like God has done in the past. I needed some kind of hope I could touch and hold onto.

It seemed God drew me to my laptop. But I thought it was just me. I'm always looking for answers somewhere and it's not too hard to get me on this thing but something in my Spirit had me plop down in my chair to see what it was I hoped to find.

I waited as the screen came out of 'sleep mode.' And there it was . . . waiting.

A rainbow. A full, perfectly beautiful rainbow on the very top of my Home Page at FaceBook . . . sent by my daughter with the caption, "A Beautiful Promise."

As I was praying in Florida's night with a heavy heart, God created a rainbow in Louisiana's dusk with a loving heart and sent it to me through a beautiful and loving daughter as a beautiful promise of hope.

He made a rainbow out of the darkness.

Two loves filled my heart last night. And both are held in my hand each time I make or receive a call, make or receive a text, or when I just want to look at "A Beautiful Promise" on the screen of my cell phone.

How more tangible can you get than that?

And I'm not letting go . . .

What special 'love promise' are you holding onto for what's going on in your life today? It's there, somewhere, just for you . . . He will not leave us comfortless.

And that's a promise.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Go For It! (Word Filled Wednesday)

2009-09-23T07:39:00.003-04:00

Reach for it! Go for it! Do it!

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

More at http://susan2956.blogspot.com/ !

*Picture by Paul Lee at http://www.heartlight.org/cgi/heartgallery.cgi

WFW: Let Freedom Flow

2009-09-16T14:00:00.000-04:00

More at . . .

A Rose in My Book.

2009-09-12T19:40:00.004-04:00

God knows me like a book.

I've been thinking about editing. Something I have a problem with because I can never stop. I'm always thinking about what I want to change, what I want to tweak or a word that might fit better--I need the perfect word. Sometimes, that one elusive word will trip me up for hours. I'm hoping the challenge of blogging will temper some of that for me.

But, I am so glad God doesn't have this problem . . . He knows me like a book--a finished, perfectly edited, book.

I may think I know me . . . but I don't . . . not like God does.

But, I wonder . . . do I have a table of contents? And I would love to read the intro into the sequel!

Because that's one thing I'm sure of--my sequel.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday . . . it's already been written, and edited into one of your chapters.

No wonder God isn't concerned about tomorrow . . . He's already been there!

Peace is spoken.

2009-09-08T19:40:00.023-04:00

Mark 4:39

Can you imagine what this kind of peace felt like after such a turbulent and terrifying storm? As soon as His words were spoken . . . the winds and the waves ceased their fury, danger lost its threat, and all was calm.

What a promise!

Dear Lord Jesus, we ask you now, to speak into our hearts and lives . . . and those of our loved ones. Thank you for the hope that all things are possible with you.

In your precious name,

Amen

Check out http://www.allyouhavetogive.com/ for more sermons in pictures.

Picture by: John Bell at heartlight.org

Angel Glow

2009-09-06T21:01:00.005-04:00

Birth: FaithWriters Weekly Challenge
Just in time for all the new births to our Grammy friends the week of September 7-11, 2009

Angel Glow

If it could be, it was almost out of rhythm, that slight flutter. But it never could happen you see, for the cadence of wings was always in unison praise to their Maker . . . and always in rhythm with the glorious chorus before Him. But there was a quiver of excitement and anticipation flowing through their majestic wings—especially for two of them. They had been chosen just as the time and moment had been chosen. They knew her name. I AM had spoken, and they knew that twinkle in His eye for it shone upon their face when He called them to His side.

Her time was near.

Fragrance so weightless, so pure filled their celestial being and they breathed deep its fresh softness. They lifted high the full radiance of their wings and spread their vast span of brilliance. Life was imminent. They swirled and whirled to melodic adulations of “Holy . . . Holy . . . Holy.” Their luminous wake carried by the winds of worship.

Yet their focus was on His every movement, their intent on His every gesture—and all it needed was one look—one twinkle . . . one smile.

And He did . . .

***

They hover in awe. They stand guard in wonder. They hover in reverence. They stand guard in honor.

She arrives. She cries. They flutter the glow of their wings. She cries. It does not work . . . and she cries.

Sweet fragrance of sweet life mingles with precious first moments. They swoop in close—so close. She opens her eyes. She stops her cries. Their faces reflect her Father’s delight and speak of His love; and they smile. Does she see Him? Yes, she knows. She is calm now. She rests in their wings and sleeps in their softened glow.

She will lose sight of them as she becomes more focused on the world around her. She will no longer hear the music of their wings as she becomes accustomed to this world and its offerings.

A pity . . . for after all—Angel glow is so beautiful.

But oh, sweet one . . . you are so loved.

You are so loved.

Matthew 18:11b "For I tell you that their Angels in Heaven always see the face of my Father in Heaven."

Written by,
Gramy of Austin, Hannah and Gracie Bug

A Project in the Making

2009-09-02T22:25:00.021-04:00

I don't know what it's like around your neck of the woods, but I love how people around here put stuff on the side of the road hoping someone else will take it. And we're not talking about junk either.

I've done it myself! And it doesn't take long for someone to spot it, slow down and load it up. I love it!

Well, this past Saturday I noticed a yard sale while taking my Dad to the grocery store. He worked for Winn Dixie for several years after retiring from the Air force and had come to know many of the various of managers within the store chain. One is a special friend from way back who chose to stay close to home rather than move. My father enjoys these visits when we go shopping.

Hence the extreme desire to stop on a whim at the yard sale and not go to the store--which I couldn't do, of course--but I so wanted too! I was looking for a sturdy TV stand for my daughter's first, most cute little apartment and this place sure looked packed full of some nice stuff--and probably cheap!

So I just sucked-it-up to priorities and regrettably shoved it all aside.

My dad had a good time and I took him home.

Now, my Dad loves to study the Bible and he told me of his idea for a desk because he needed more room for all the reference Bibles he was using, and he needed more space to take notes. Right now he did everything on one tray trying to utilize the available spots around his chair. And that included eating. But it looked like it would be difficult to find something that would work in that limited space.

OK, a project to work out for another day. I only had a couple of days before my daughter arrived and the TV-stand for her very first, most cute apartment was my priority for now. Besides, it was going to be fun looking for one. She too, had limited space to work with, but the stand also had to be solid and stable--my grandbaby would be crawling around and curious!

As I left his house--you guessed it--the yard sale came to mind. It was like God saying . . . turn right, not left, go back down that road. And I really wanted to find the perfect TV-stand for my daughter's perfect first apartment. Her dad and I had been working hard to get it spruced up and ready. My hopes were high on finding it at the yard sale.

But all those glorious treasures were nowhere to be seen! And it was still early--not much past noon! Yard sales don't close up that soon on a Saturday. Going down that road felt like The Twilight Zone. Where was it?

Then I spotted these two pieces of furniture as I was poking along. A beautiful long desk and a not so beautiful but maybe perfect stand. (it could always be covered)

I stopped. (of course!)

The stand was solid, pretty nice, on wheels, very stable and had a flap that lifted up to give more space. I thought, this is cool, she could use this for anything down through the years but it would work great for the TV now. I was so excited!

The desk was way too heavy, too long, and too big for the space where my dad took his meals and studied so I knew that piece wouldn't work for him. But his need was a project for another day anyway.

I rolled the stand to the back of my van while someone else slowed down behind me. I'm sure they were just chomping at the bit to get it.

As I took off to my daughter's, a nagging thought popped up and I just shoved it aside. I had only one focus and I wanted to see it through.

I got to her place, took out the stand and the nagging thought shoved its way back in. I didn't have much choice other than to face it--this thing might work for my dad and I could always find something else for my daughter.

So I took a second look at the stand, gave up a respectable sigh expressing my reluctance to fully give up my goal and I left it by the van to go eye-ball the space where the stand was destined to go (I thought) and . . . of course it didn't work.

I called my dad.

I headed off back to his house and it was a perfect fit. His face literally lit up with pleasure for his new toy. I could see his mind working on how he was going to arrange his pencils, pens, Bibles, meds, scripture ink pads . . . his whole world.

He finally asked how much it was. I told him the story and that it must be a gift from God. He wanted a desk, it had to be a certain kind to work, and God told me to go back down that road--it was a gift from God!

He later called expressing how much he loved his desk.

The next day I went back to his house to pick up a few more things from "Nana" for her "granchillins" to add her touch to the apartment and I was such a busy-bee I didn't notice my dad's set up. My husband worked on a few things around his house and we finally got ready to leave but I forgot one more thing . . . then I noticed my mom's tray was gone. I know my dad probably had been waiting for me to notice because my sisters and I have an unwritten rule--no one takes anything without asking first, and our mom's tray was a part of her world next to her chair. My dad says "Good Morning" to her every morning when he fixes his breakfast.

So I'm yelling, "Where's mom's tray?" as I go into the Florida room where my dad basically lives and it was then I saw his "set-up."

I first noticed my dad's Air Force name plate that used to sit on his desk in the service. It now proudly adorned his 'new' desk. And my mom's tray stood right next to it.

Perfect.

I took pictures. And he smiled . . . sitting at his new gift from God.

And my daughter's TV stand? Well, she's decided to use something else.

No wonder God isn't concerned about tomorrow . . . He's already been there!

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Grovey Hearts

2009-08-24T15:34:00.011-04:00

I popped a CD in my car player the other day that unexpectedly moved me to tears. The emotions caught me off guard. I had heard this CD so many times already and I popped it in for that reason. It's one I love. In fact, the CD I have is messed up on two of my favorite songs so I pop it in from time-to-time hoping there would be no weird stutters and strange melodic garbles.

But, like I said, it had been awhile . . .

Until I received a package in the mail. A surprise package!

Dee Yoder of "My Heart's Dee-light" (http://deeyodersblogspot.blogspot.com/) ran a give-away a couple of months back of a CD by Sara Groves I coveted. Maybe that's why I didn't win. But like a good friend, to my good friend Sara Harricharan, I gave my profuse congratulations because I really was happy she won.

I tucked the loss away for another day to pity-party.

But I never did get to that party! Behind my back (like all good friends do) Joanne and Patty told Dee to give me the CD if they won. Yet, unknown to them she had a CD set aside to send me--but unknown to Dee, what she sent me was the same album I had that was messed up which I could no longer play regardless of how much I hoped would play perfectly.

I popped in my brand new gift CD, expecting to fully enjoy beautiful, wonderful, down-to-earth, spiritually sound, to the heart songs from "Conversations" that always moved me.

But what I didn't expect was how those first cords would really move me. They warmed my heart to the core for I felt the love from my friends who wanted me to have an album from an artist we mutually enjoy. How miraculous it is love and friendship knows no cyber-bounderies and how the heart can reach through that cold, dark world and touch another. Mine was so deeply touched!

And I thoroughly enjoyed each song. Especially my favorites--with no stutters and garbles.

Isn't awesome? If I had won, I would have lost! (well, not really, but you know what I mean)

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

To Blog or Not to Blog . . . but "Why?" is the Question?

2009-08-22T17:17:00.007-04:00

This may be a sensitive subject for some, I don't know, but the blogging world has me confused and I need to think out loud to my friends for a few moments.

Terri Tiffany at Terri Tiffany Inspirational Writer (http://terri-treasures.blogspot.com/) brought up some good points in her blog a few days ago about promoting ourselves as writers and how blogging does or does not play a part in this.

I'm fairly new at blogging but have notice some things I'm not sure I'm comfortable with. I understand the concept of getting our name out there through social networking in as many ways as we can with the hope someone will click our links, pop on by our blog and discover we can actually write. And like it! But I'm uncomfortable with the feeling of the old, "Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." philosophy that creeps in eventually.

You join mine, I join yours, I comment on yours, you comment on mine . . . and so on.

I know there is a purpose and a point of etiquette when blogging but are there lines drawn somewhere? When reading and commenting on blogs becomes a duty, expected and a job to face as part of our day . . . then it feels like the spirit of blogging has gotten lost along the way of "promoting" ourselves.

I want someone to visit my blog without any strings attached. A time for the reader to pause, relax and hopefully enjoy something I've written. I don't want someone to feel obligated to leave a comment because I left one on their blog, or to feel obligated period. Just to relax, and enjoy--no stress.

Now here's the tricky part; feedback is what a writer, an actor, an artist--anyone in the arts, depends on to know if their work has any meaning or merit--which is to please and touch the reader/observer. And we don't know if it does unless they tell or show us in some way.

So where is the balance?

We want and need to promote. (How is anyone going to know we exist? Maybe there is a "connection" out there somewhere that will help move us forward.)

We want and need feedback. (Are we any good? Does my writing stink? Does it touch anyone?)

We want and need bloggy friends. (Whew! She/he understands exactly what I'm talking about!)

"Why" am I blogging?

I started blogging as a means to develop my writing and to start writing again. Since my Mother went Home to be with the Lord, and since it was such an intense time, I haven't written much or written as deep and intense as I normally do. I also felt it might help with my tendency to over edit. I edit everything I write, even posts on message boards. Everything! I very rarely write something, do a quick edit and then post. I break out in sweaty arm-pits just thinking about it. (TMI?--Obsessive Compulsive Edit Disorder sufferers know exactly what I'm talking about. It's painful!) But I'm working on it!

I have found I enjoy sharing the deep wonderings of my heart, and the insights God brings into my life and soul. I've enjoyed meeting and making new friends--and their words.

I have found I'm so eclectic I can't settle on one theme for my blog but I enjoy the sharing part.

And that's why I blog. To connect. Not socially, but personally.

A writer's life is a lonely one, I think. And a hopeful one. We are always hoping, hoping and then hoping some more that our words will touch someone's heart and lift their soul, make them smile, challenge their thoughts, give them a moment of respite . . . connect with their Heavenly Father who loves them . . . and leave with a sigh.

And yet . . . there are so many of us out there!

I don't know if I have unmuddled my own thoughts about the network of blogging but thank you for listening my bloggy friends.

So now I am going to do a quick edit and post.

Veerrryy scary. (as she grabs her Dove deodorant)

PS. Ok, so, a not so quick edit. (as she fidgets and squirms in her chair . . . but written and edited all in a few hours! Whoop!)

Deep-Down Embrace

2009-08-10T16:47:00.008-04:00

I squeezed my daughter real tight.

There is nothing, nothing, nothing like our children's hugs. Nothing can compare to the deep-down way they touch our hearts--a place they fill unlike any other.

I was soaking in the moments of my daughter's hug before she had to leave on her long journey back to Louisiana. I was thinking these precious thoughts about her as I was lingering, not wanting to let go, when I heard a voice deep-down in this very special place say, "I know."

I listened, kind of startled.

And then He said, "I feel the same about you."

What a shocker to know we touch something deep-down within God that brings Him pleasure surpassing all He has ever created. And not just "we" as a whole, but we, as in you and me...personally...as in...one-of-a-kind special.

For reasons we can't fathom, He wants to be with us. To talk with us, be close with us...to finally one day be able to hug us and not let go.

A chorus I love comes to mind,

"You are loved beyond your failures
You are loved beyond your past
The hope that you’ve imagined
Is now reality at last
You are loved with no conditions
You are loved with no remorse
The scars of your forgiveness
Are engraved upon the Lord

You are loved."

One day, He will hug us real tight, and it'll touch that deep-down place in His heart that only we can fill and He will take pleasure in every twinkling-of-an-eye-nano-second of eternity with each and everyone of us...as in personally...'one-of-a-kind' special.

It's so way beyond our understanding, but I've enjoyed thinking about it, and embracing it for the Eternity before me.

But I wonder (the bane of my existence)...how many of us will He be able to hold at one time?

Chorus taken from "You Are Loved" by Hopes Call.

WFW on Saturday night!

2009-08-07T21:34:00.009-04:00

Strength and Hope for the weekend!

*Photo by Paul Lee at http://www.heartlight.org.

Why is it?

2009-07-28T11:23:00.006-04:00

Why is it, when we finally talk ourselves into being thankful for being able to do something we don't want to do...we still don't like it?

Why can't our feelings change in light of being thankful that we can get up out of bed without assistance, get dressed, fix our own meals, drive our own car, do our own shopping for the foods we like...and so on and so on?

I have a window I cherish. It's in my computer/day-room. Windows are very important to me so I claim this one as my very own. The view is beautiful with the full spectrum of greens (one of my favorite colors) and soon I will have long, elegant fluffy plumes of feathery silk to gaze upon.

What is even more beautiful, and the most precious of all is the place God is/and has prepared for me. Can you imagine what that will be like when compared to what God has created for us here on Earth?

You would think the horrible, horrible Price for my salvation giving me eternity with no more pain or suffering of any kind should be enough to cover all inconveniences. Eternity of purest joy, all-consuming worship and close companionship with God should be enough to put a skip in my step.

So why do I still resent doing some, if not many, of the things I have to do?

It's so difficult to change perceptions. Especially when some things in my life are just not going to change.

And sometimes I get tired of crossing just "one more bridge."

Maybe that's why Hebrews 4:16 has become my life's verse...

"Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

I like knowing we can come to Him with confidence, and I surely know I need mercy--especially during my most ungrateful times, and how gracious it is of Him to give us so much when we deserve less than nothing.

So, I guess, until then, I'll have to "Grin and bare it." as they say.

HA! Fat chance!

"Grit and bare it." more than likely.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Thankful for perfect-timing-miracles.

2009-07-23T19:53:00.006-04:00

"Please pray for us!" was the text I received.

Been busy with one thing or another and hadn't checked on my Bloogie friends and saw it was Thankful Thursday today! My, the week sure goes by fast when you are supposed to be busy with work.

But my week held something else for me, besides procrastinating...and besides receiving a very special gift in the mail. (thank you my bloggie BFF's)

It was one of those perfect-timing-miracles orchestrated by God before we even know what's going to happen.

My daughter, her fiance'and my grandbaby were on the interstate going home to Louisiana when they felt something odd, thinking it was the condition of the road. They kept on going because they couldn't afford the time to stop. They had stayed with us as long as they could which left Everette just a few hours sleep before he had to go to work--and he works 12 hour days.

Finally the 'bumps' in the road became an obvious 'car-thing' so they stopped.

The tire was bulging, ready to blow...they didn't know what to do.

"Please pray for us!" I received.

So of course I had to find out what was going on so I called her. Then I called AAA, and while I was on one phone with Steph I was relaying info to AAA about her location and so on...and then silence. I heard Steph say, "There's a Walmart right across from us and it looks like it has a car repair. I wonder if they're still opened?"

They slowly eased their way over but the place was just closing. Everette went up to the door and the automotive manager came out and checked the tire saying it definitely needed replacing. This is the tire that was checked and given the Ok before they left and after they had bought three new tires.

God's mercy held that bulge, kept them safe, so they could get to Walmart just as it was closing.

Wow...

And my heart runneth over with something that is beyond words.

A "Thank you Jesus" moment as my Momma would say.

Hugs those babies today no matter how old they are.

Lag-Time Princess'

2009-07-14T11:19:00.007-04:00

Some things are just that important—important enough to stay up until 4:00 in the morning—important enough to see the light in your daughter’s eyes.

My daughter called me from the store just a tad excited saying she was getting ready to buy a webcam. She knew I would be excited so she couldn’t wait until she got home to tell me. (Um, who’s the excited one here?) I had asked her a few weeks ago if she wouldn’t mind if I got her one. She said it was Ok so I just dropped the idea. (you know how moms have to walk that fine line…)

When she got home, she called again and was gung-ho about the whole thing; as in…needing to get it up and running immediately. We’re both tech-savvy enough to feel it would be a breeze. But as we all know...

Downloads of three different IM-web-chats, two deletions and re-downloads, three creations of user accounts at said IM’s, (one locked) two more attempts at accounts, two restarts...sigh...what a night that flew into morning!

I could tell it meant that much to her to keep going until her mission was in the works. Her mission, had became my mission. I had lost all track of time until I saw 2:00 a.m. and realized it would mean I would probably sleep through the early start of the Tour de France, but my mission of love didn’t mind one bit. (just a teeny-tiny bit maybe, which doesn’t amount to one bit—kind of like the .05 grams we see on lowfat cookies that aren’t supposed to amount to anything on our hips when we eat the whole box)

It was around 3:00 a.m. when chat windows finally appeared. We see each other and I saw her face light up. What a moment! There were still some glitches (of course!) but we figured them out.

Lag-time was terrible for both sound and motion but we sure didn’t seem to mind. It was awesomely cool.

So, what was the first thing I did after quietly screeching and waving like a fly-swatter? Hug the screen. How can you not hug your babies when you see them? A mom’s gotta do, what a mom’s gotta do no matter how she’s gotta do it.

So, what was the first thing I did when I woke up a few hours later after the 4:00 in the morning goodnights? Send my daughter a text that said, “You awake?”

It took a good 15 minutes before she text back, “I am now.”

Within the hour I was watching my 8 mo. old Cajun-princess grandbaby trying to grab the screen, and then she leaned back on her mom while she put her arm up around her neck.

I was mesmerized…so was grandpa…terrible lag-time or not.

Things don’t have to be perfect to be precious.

A webcam monster has been released. I have to refrain from texting my daughter, “How’s the lag-time over there?”

Some things are just worth staying up until 4:00 in the morning. Do you think this Momma/Gramy is going to complain about missing one of the most important days of the world’s most famous, most popular, most watched, most exciting sports event of the summer happening right now in another part of the world? And in real-time?

All things pale to my Lag-Time Princess'.

May your day not be perfect...but precious.

Crooked Mission

2009-07-08T18:55:00.001-04:00

He was a crooked man. Bent over, barely able to look up and barely able to walk. His stride was slow and deliberate. He had to hold onto the side of the truck to lift his lawn tools to put them away. Methodically and meticulaousy he lifted them to the bed of the truck.

My day had not started out the way I wanted. It was raining, (which was not the problem) and I had my nephew for part of the day. I love my nephew and didn't mind, I just needed to readjust my day--meaning--the day was shot as far as my plans were concerned. But he is so worth it.

So my mindset had to be reset.

OK, no problem and not long after lunch I took him to his friend's house in town.

On the way home I passed the crooked man. He was bent over at the waist slowly dragging a rake in the grass along side the highway.

God spoke and I turned around.

In my purse was an envelope with some of God's money waiting for whom it belonged. But before I got to the truck I wanted to write a few words and slip them in with God's gift.

I pulled up and got out just as he was attempting to arrange his tools. It was his truck and his tools. I couldn't think of who would privately hire someone of his age to do such work with such limted mobility--especially on a patch of earth on public property.

I spoke a greeting and the top half of his body twisted to see who stood before him. His eyes struck deep in my heart. Young eyes, kind eyes, smiling from a young round face. He took care of his appearence as well as he took care of his tools lying neatly in a row.

I stretched out my hand with the envelope and murmered, "This is for you."

He took it, twisted his body up a little further, smiled a little bigger and nodded his head as he said his thanks. He folded it and bent back down to find a pocket.

Then he reached out and leaned on the edge of the flat-bed as he lifted his head to look up with those kind young eyes; knowing eyes that said, 'I haven't given up, but I know this is all I have to work with and so I work with it.' In a softspoken voice he said, "What work can I do for you?"

I hoped my expression didn't betray how I felt because I sure felt like crying, but his smile remained genuine. All I could say was, "It's a gift from God."

His bent over body nodded and understood.

I think he knew Him. I felt he did.

We both received gifts that day.

Mine was that my day didn't go as I had planned.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

*Photo by kiddharma at Flickr

WFW: A Smile is Just a Thought Away.

2009-07-08T10:20:00.008-04:00

Friendship...true friendship...how precious and eternal.

Just love all my Bloggie, FW, and FB friends! (and my in-real-time ones too.) ; )

More is here with just a click!

Somethins'-a-brewin'!

2009-07-06T11:44:00.008-04:00

I was so ticked! So mad! So frustrated! Why couldn't my store have what I was looking for? I finally found something I really liked and wanted to keep a supply going so I wanted to stock-up. Do you think something that simple would work out? Of course not!

I felt like going up to Customer Service and bringing it to their attention that this was happening more and more often with more and more products.

But alas...I didn't. I did what I always do and looked for something else to 'make do' until what I really wanted was back in stock. *sigh* I can be such a wimp sometimes.

I have to limit my coffee consumption to almost ziltch. And I love to sippy on iced lattes all day. Especially when I'm writing. I LOVE COFFEE! *sigh* But unfortunately I had to find an alternative...fortunately I discovered Chai Tea. Creamy, creamy Chai. And it comes with other flavors and a variety of teas. Even then, I have to be careful. (health and allergies) I had found one I enjoyed enough to sippy all day long again.

They were out of it. And that included another tea I was trying. (Apple Vanilla White) Sheesh!

Anyway, I scoured the shelves (again) in a bad mood for another alternative. I mean, I already couldn't have coffee...so expecting me to not cross my arms and "Hrrumph" was asking too much at that moment.

So with a scowl, my eyes wandered over the many choices. I spotted the word 'organic,' I spotted the word 'Chai,' all on one box. I checked the ingrediants and saw one more that wasn't in my original Chai--Star Anise. (Hmmm...other boxes say Chinese Star Anise--wonder if it made a difference--and will it work out?--it's still organic...but it's black tea--will it be OK?)

I tossed it in the buggy and hoped for the best.

My, oh my, oh my...decadence! Creamy, smooth decadence...and...sippy, sippy time!

I am so glad my plan did not work out. I would have missed something so much better.

I was fixed on what I believed I wanted...but God knew what I really wanted. (not just what I needed...but what I also wanted...big dif!)

Boy, did that hit me between the eyes!

Soooo...

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Cyber of the Kind Prank

2009-07-02T21:07:00.008-04:00

It was so much fun pulling a harmless prank on a fellow cyber-BFF whom I've never met. I just wish I could have been there to see her face! And this is one you can pull if you ever get the chance.

Let's say...a cyber-BFF (No.1) is going to hook up with another cyber-BFF (No.2) for the first time at a cool place like Cracker Barrel and they both live many states away. You and No.1 have already talked on the phone that day and you say you are just sooo jealous about No.1 getting to meet No. 2 and wish you could be there too!

Of course you would feel that way! We cyber-sis' don't like it when we are left out of a 'girlie partay.'

Ah ha! you think.

An idea quickly forms in your cyber-sibling heart so you say to No.1, "When she gets there, why don't you text me to let me know and I'll give you a call. Then, when you answer it, tell her it's someone calling for her!"

So we did! We had a blast! I wish I could have seen her face. I could hear her say, "ME?"

Too funny.

But regardless. Connecting with cyber-BFF's, hearing their voice, laughing and sharing is so worth getting over those first jitters. And there are some at first. At least there are for me. I normally don't have any problems talking to strangers...I guess to me there are no strangers, but still, talking on the phone for the first time with someone I have come to know and care about but have never met makes me feel insecure.

But it's worth it. It's awesome!

So, if you have been hesitating--just not sure--out of your comfort zone--but so want to talk (really talk...as in laugh together in each other's ear) try and take that first step. You won't regret it.

There is just something about hearing the voice of a friend.

Great big cyber...

WFW: Illuminating Word

2009-06-30T19:15:00.006-04:00

This just blew me away! It speaks for itself and needs no words from me.

Awesome...

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Almost...

2009-06-28T13:46:00.007-04:00

So engrossed was I...I almost missed it. Thoughts of my present reality had muted the reality around me so I could not hear, nor could I see. I didn't need to, for I was on automatic.

I was in a hurry to take the groceries into the house while one care after another care numbed my senses to the world above and around me.

There was going to be a price to pay for the grip of my concerns and I had no clue of what I was about to miss...

A bird sang it's song.

So pure and so perfect, it's power broke the decent into further oblivion of God's gift for me today.

I stopped and received it's peace and rest.

Then other creatures added their melodic notes while leaves and branches waltzed in the balmy breeze of the afternoon. The Plumaria swayed in rhythm with the slender stalks of blue Salvia.

I mused upon the flowing hues, and the traveling clouds above easing along their path.

New thoughts replaced the old...

The Power of creation,
by the hand of the Creator,
holds at bay,
the concerns of this world,
cleansing
their perceptions.

Oh how beautiful and Majestic is His name.
Amen.

Psalms 8:1-9

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Writer's Block

2009-06-26T10:57:00.004-04:00

I never have quite understood what that meant--writer's block.

My mind is a prolific thinker and wonderer (and wanderer too--tehe) so there is plenty of material to at least work on. But I've never experienced a block.

Maybe I am now, I don't know.

It's not like I've stopped thinking, wondering, or wandering in many directions like I normally do, but lately, when I settle on something to expound upon--I stop!

Weird and scary.

Too scary for my liking.

I get to the very beginning--my opening--and...blank. It's like there is nothing! Nothing! My mind never has nothing going on.

I've put it down to so many things going on right now...I'm being pulled in so many directions my brain can't settle.

But last year when my Mom went Home, I didn't write for many, many months. But that wasn't a block. It was a self imposed moratorium because I just couldn't go to the place I go when I write.

This is something different. And it better pass quickly. I don't like it.

I started my blog to help me with my Obsessive Compulsive Edit Disorder and to force myself out of my moratorium.

But this? I can't handle nothing going on in my brain. That's just too much to ask.

Now, building blocks? Those are fine...and fun! I love blocks of all kinds. And I especially love to play building blocks with my grandkids.

So maybe...just maybe...if I use poetic license as a writer and transform this Writer's Block into a building block...I can make something out of it.

Yep, now that, I can handle.

Look for that blessing today!
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

Sharing a burden on my heart.

2009-06-23T20:25:00.003-04:00

I haven't read our local paper for quite awhile until today and that was just because I had to let it dry out after the early morning storm and I was putting it back together.

I was curious about and interested in the job openings in our area.

There were 18...and most of those were medical. There were only a few for the general public.

I have never, ever, ever seen it like this. Normally there would be two full pages of job openings.

I just stood there at the washer just stunned.

I think we need to do something.

I think we need to help out our local and church food out-reaches.

Most stores have buy-one-get-one-free's going on all the time and they have their own brands of products that are cheaper too.

If churches made it a very serious challenge to their people at least once a month it could make a difference.

Right now, even the larger churches are running out of food and having to turn families away. That shouldn't happen when so many who attend could bring "something."

I was humbled and heartbroken...and I can do something. I can do more. I can at least buy food--more often than I have been and more often than the occasional 'food drive.'

Something is better than nothing to a child--even to a teenager.

Families are in trouble in our country and we need to do 'something.'

I just needed to share this because I am just as guilty about not taking more action by just picking up a few more food products while I'm at the store and dropping them off for a family in need.

Thanks, and love,
Pat

Guidelines of Blessings

2009-06-16T18:28:00.015-04:00

Philippians 4:8 is a very familiar verse for most of us. One we sometimes feel guilty about when we hear it, think about it or come across it as we read God's word. I know I do. It's hard for me to come up with so many good things to think about when I don't feel good in my spiritual person, let alone my human person. I'm usually in no mood to force myself to find ways to feel the warm-fuzzies.

So a thought occurred to me not long ago. I really would like more of these wonderful things in Phil. 4:8 to come into my life and into the lives of my family and friends so why not make a list of those things and bring them before God? Yep, and include of few from the same verse in other translations. They sounded pretty good too. I reasoned, if there were more of these "good reports" in my life, there would be more 'good things' to think about! Whoot!

There was one word I wasn't clear on how it fit though, so I had to do some research.

The New American Standard uses the word 'repute' so I looked it up. The first definition at Thesaurus.com was: "To regard in an appraising way." Further reading gave me an idea that this "repute" word was more of an action on my part--to give kudos where kudos was due--to acknowledge, to admire the good reputation of others.

That meant something good had to come out of me instead into me.

Bummer.

But...that's OK. It's one thing I do enjoy doing--giving kudos to friends, family and loved ones. I so enjoy it when good things happen to them--which is the point; to bring the list before God on their behalf. (as well as mine too, of course)

So I went to the kitchen and got one of my trusty 3x5's and worked on..

The List

Whatever is...

True
Noble
Right
Pure
Lovely
Admirable
Excellent
Praiseworthy (note to self: admire kudos in others)
Honorable
Good Repute (note to self: ditto)
Honest
Just
Good Report
Virtue

Think on these things.

Hmmm...and as I look over this list it sure makes me wonder...if just maybe...this list is also God's Writer's Guideline?

Hmmm...more to ponder and think upon.

Look for that blessing today.
It's always there,
somewhere,
somehow,
someway,
everyday.

God Funnies

2009-06-14T11:33:00.006-04:00

I truly, truly, hate looking for something to wear for a special occasion outside of going someplace with my husband. Even then, it's not a super-duper joy. I don't enjoy trying on so many clothes that don't fit, and if I do see something I like--it's so expensive it's ridiculous, and besides, I'm paranoid of those mirrors in the changing room. I just know someone is watching for 'security' reasons. (Too much info on 60 minutes, I guess)

When I found a skirt and blouse in a style and cut I actually loved, and something I can mix and match, at a trendy discount outlet store for under $25.00 I was ecstatic...and found within the first fifteen minutes I was there! It was for a wedding reception for my neighbor's daughter. We've lived next to each other for almost 30 yrs. and have watched our children grow and experience many things--we're borrowing sugar buddies.

When I got home I hung up my ensemble on the bedroom door to admire what a good job I did in matching colors and style and then went into the kitchen to pop a few Ghirardelli dark chocolate chips. (A reward is always a part of shopping, isn't it?) Relief swept over me that I didn't have to spend hours like I normally do trying to find something to wear so all I could say was "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." over and over again to God for His help--or His grace--whatever it was at the time. I soooo appreciated it.

And then I said something to Him so profound and so deep it made me stop in mid sentence.

I said, "You just don't know! You just don't know how much it means..." (and yes, I very much, and dramatically emphasized know) And I stopped right there, and wondered if God was smiling as much as I felt so silly telling Him what He didn't know.

Tehe...me telling God what He doesn't know? Ha! What a hoot!

One of those God-funny moments. I'm sure He enjoys them even more than we do.

Like the time I told Him I'd be lost without Him. Tehe...of course I'd be!

Any God-funnies in your lifetime that bring a chuckle to your heart?

Hope one happens today. Like I said, I think God enjoys them even more than we do. Tehe...

Word-Filled Wednesday

2009-06-10T11:22:00.003-04:00

When my children were little-ones, I loved to hold their hands in mine. There was just something about their sweet innocence so full of energy and creativity...and so full of the many ways they expressed love.

I thought of Mary when I saw this picture and wondered how she felt when she held Jesus' hands as a child. Hands so little, that even then, expressed so much love. What searing heartache to see those hands in so much pain on that day.

Those precious hands...that one day, will be holding ours.

More great pics are at Amy Deanne's at her...

Give her a visit and be blessed!

Privileges of the Little

2009-06-04T14:16:00.010-04:00

My little friend was so sick and our teacher was a mean one. Second graders know these things. She had begun to cough up blood while the teacher was gone from the room and she was scared--she didn't know what to do. I had remembered that the teacher did say if we ever got sick we could leave the room without permission so I tried to convince her to go to the office so they could call her mom. But she still wouldn't move from her seat--and she was coughing so hard.

I finally told her with child-like authority, (and as a last resort mind you, for I would never pull position on anyone unless there was a dire need) "My mom's a nurse and that makes me a little nurse. You need to go to the office so they can call your mom. The teacher said it was OK, remember?

So she went. (sometimes a little nurse has gotta to do what a little nurse has gotta do!)

I still have that child-like authority. I may not be a little King, but I sure am the Princess of a King who happens to be my Heavenly Father...and...there just happens to be some authority that comes along with that title because of who my Father is.

I can approach His throne without fear--He who created all things; who causes the whole earth to shake, the skies to blacken, the demons to tremble. I need not permission to speak to Him on intimate terms. He is my Father after all.

His word is at my finger tips to speak over my loved ones and to guide the sick in spirit and body to His healing place. He knows the way. I know this. I am His daughter after all.

He's the King, that makes me a Princess.

I tried to give Him my tiara but He just picked it up and placed it back on my head. His smile when he looked at me said it all.

He is my Father, after all.

Hugs to you, my sister Princess'!

Word Filled Wednesday - Inscribed

2009-06-03T10:17:00.009-04:00

This picture and scripture struck me so today....to know we are forever inscribed in those precious, loving, gentle palms that suffered so much. We marvel at how much information and opportunities are stored on a chip the size of a pin-head yet have taken for granted how much the scars in His hands hold for each one of us. The gifts and opportunities are fathomless, and eternal, and makes the wonders of technology seem ancient and so limited.

We are inscribed, cut, engraved, etched, written forever in the waiting hands of the living Son of God who sits at the right hand of His Father, interceding for those He holds.

It's beyond our grasping even the edges of understanding...

Thank you Heavenly Father, for your grace, your mercy and love.

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Yay Karen Wilber! ; )

2009-06-01T11:02:00.005-04:00

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Again, congratulations Karen. Your blog has been such a blessing.

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Orchestra of One

2009-05-27T22:34:00.007-04:00

I love crickets. I always have. (At least, I love Jiminy) And today was a particularly difficult day, so what do I find when I walk into my room frustrated at so many interruptions? A song. Not a song of words, not a song of any particular melody, but one of pure melodic beauty.

A God song,
in single orchrestra,
outside my window,
reaching through,
the cold glass barrier,
to touch my soul.

Exquisite.

Yes...whatever!

2009-05-26T17:15:00.008-04:00

How can a day start out so beautiful and end so frustratingly ugly? And no, I'm not in the mood to count my blessings one by one. (Although, I am looking out my window at many beautiful hues of green--fresh green hues, right after a rain kind of green--my favorite color at this moment in life.) And no, it doesn't help me to think of all the starving, deprived children--it only makes it worse. (Lord, please have mercy on every single child in need on this Earth right now.) Nor does it help to think of those less fortunate than I. (How can I feel good about someone else's struggling circumstances? I never taught my children to do that anyway.) And what does it matter when you keep praying and praying, and keep waiting and waiting, and nothing happens or things just don't get any better? Then what?

Pray some more? Wait some more?

I guess Satan knows all the right buttons to push when I'm tired and low in spirit. When tears are just a blink away. When I can't sigh any deeper, or get any madder at my husband for no reason.

Dear Lord, I pray the "Whatever"* verse over all my loved ones. Please bring these things into our lives so we may think upon them. In Jesus name...

I guess, what I should really say to all these negative thoughts, and when Satan pushes my buttons is, "Whatever!"

Hugs to my cyber BFF's,
Pat

*"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." Phil. 4:8 NIV

2009-05-22T23:45:00.005-04:00

Come see why dot-to-dot has new meaning for me in my updated profile. I didn't know this childrens simple activity had such a unique spiritual meaning.

Holy Ponders!

2009-05-14T20:13:00.013-04:00

I tend to ponder.

Usually about those questions that nag us in the back of our mind about stories, or accounts in the Bible.

So here is a renewed interest, a ponder of mine from a few years ago about Mary, the mother of Jesus. Especially on the day of the wedding feast in John 2:1-12.

Now tell me, how did she know Jesus could actually, for real, turn water into wine?

I mean, how did she know?

I don't feel it was just something she thought of on the spur of the moment, or an instant spiritual insight at that time.

Her son had already left home -- he'd been gone awhile but they both 'just happened' to have attended the same wedding, on the same day in Cana.

Mary hears the murmurs of the servants about there being no more wine and she cares enough about the family to go to her son and inform Him of the dilemma. He, of course, like most sons, asks her why she wants to involve him? And then, like most moms, she ignores his question and tells the servants to do whatever He tells them.

She knew he could, and would.

Hmmmm ... that conjures up all kinds of scenarios for me. But the one I like best and wrote about was the one where Mary might have been low on supplies on a few occasions (we don't read of Joseph being around as Jesus was older) and Jesus probably, and nonchalantly, walked into their supply room, picked up their jugs, put them down and walked out, surprising his mom when it came time to bake some bread.

Of course, I'm sure it was simpler than that, really. They probably just ran out of wine at home and he told his mom to go and fill the jugs with water. But I'd like to think he did other things too at home ... otherwise, I wonder why two of his brothers ended up writing James and Jude in the Bible?

Oooo ...! More ponderings of scenarios can I conjure! Especially for brothers.

And then, instead of just saying goodbye to his mom at the end of the day, He, like the good son Jesus was, suggests they all go to Capernaum for a few days visit along with his brothers and disciples.

But it sure makes me wonder about what could inspire James (besides the Holy Spirit) to write about wisdom (Was he reckless? Did Jesus bail him out?) and about good deeds, especially to widows and orphans (did losing his father put them in a financial bind?) And then the way Jude talked about false teachers makes me wonder if his brother-love kicked in by being a tad protective.

But Jude ends with encouraging words and we all probably have them underlined...

"To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy -- to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. Jude 24, 25 NIV

Wow ... what a brother/Brother.

Hugs,
Pat

Orchid Love

2009-05-10T20:17:00.009-04:00

A tiny flower of pink, a tiny orchid
of sweet love,
left on a lonely corner of her desk.

A gesture, a thought,
an action,
from a tiny heart beating,
repeating,
a desire to make happy
a Gramy's heart ...

And it did.

And now a thought ponders,
and wonders …
what flower will she pick for her Father?

A song, a praise, a thank you
has she given,
but never a tiny orchid
of sweet love,
left on a lonely corner of a desk.

From her child-heart beating,
repeating,
a desire to make happy
her Father’s heart ...

And it did.

Pat Guy
2009

A Marvel in Time.

2009-05-04T19:18:00.008-04:00

The Night Blooming Jasmine are fragrant tonight. The corn has grown so quickly in a neighbors yard - a cardinal just flew past in it's blazing red glory. I take a few moments this evening during sunset to enjoy the new porch just finished today. It's beautiful.

The gate to the backyard opens and wedding flowers arrive in reds, purples and yellows clutched in my granddaughter's hand - wild flowers from her walk with Grampa Guy and Dixie our bloodhound. She finds some twine and creates a bunch to hold. We set it aside so grampa Guy won't get them.

Grandson disappears into a world of computer programing where he creates virtual roller-coasters I'll have to ride - they're awesomely scary-safe and so interesting.

I marvel at their presence, their movements, their minds. I marvel that they are a part of me.

There is nothing I would have changed in my life if it meant they would not have been born ... and here now... and laughing ... and creating ... and on their way to eternal life.

Life ... it does a body good.

May you capture the blessing God has waiting in your life ... and your loved ones.

Hugs,
Pat

A Chatter in Rhyme

2009-05-01T19:44:00.018-04:00

Excited and content almost couldn't describe the feelings of finally having a block of time I could spend writing. I would be able to do anything this evening ... but writing was what my heart was set on. I let my mind wonder and explore a few possibilities as my husband ate his dinner while watching Cheyenne. The house was quite, still, and I had just a few more things to do in the kitchen - and then - that time of 'words' would consume me.

Bliss!

The phone rang ...

"Patty, I can't get the car out of park." my mother-in-law said as I hear my father-in-law struggle in the background to his recliner in the living room. He can't see where he's going and his aluminum walker seems to get heavier by the day.

I ask if she put her foot on the brake ... she says no, but seems confused.

My husband asks to speak to her.

So 'bliss' had to wait as I left to get them something to eat while my husband went to get their car 'out of park.'

After all had been said and done I was in a hurry to finally get home but I had one short stop to make at the store. On my way back to the van an object grabbed my attention. It was laying on the concrete in the parking space next to mine. A tiny yellow thing. At least, it looked like it used to be yellow; but, I recognized it right away. It was shaped like a fish. A particular kind of Fish.

I could tell it had been run over many times ... battered and dirty, but beautiful. I felt compelled to pick it up. I knew it was meant for me; and it had a story to tell. It survived for a reason.

I finally got home ... got in some comfy clothes, grabbed my laptop, and went out on the porch and sat on a comfy lounger. Aaahhh ... bliss! And a beautiful sunset!

I started to plunk away at the keys.

I heard my husband's car pull up and he came to join me ... he was in the mood to talk ...

The phone rang ...

"I'll be bringing the kids home soon." my sister says. "We're about done at the pizza place."

After all had been said and done reviewing the day of fishing and exclaiming over the dead pet fishes - and being introduced to Carla the rubbery fake blue worm, it was time to get ready for bed.

My granddaughter's chatter was still going strong after a soothing bath and the warmth of the hairdryer, well past her bedtime. She talked of 'black' and 'rack' and said, "Hey! That rhymes! Don't they rhyme gramy?"

What bliss! Another poet in the family! Pride and deep satisfaction almost couldn't describe my feelings as my 6yr old granddaughter and I discussed with delight the word 'rack.'

And the tiny yellow Fish? Well ...

... its story has already been told ...

and the Author ...

... is putting the finishing touches on the ending.

Blessings and hugs,
Pat

Writers Interrupted

2009-04-29T10:21:00.010-04:00

I have a new admiration and appreciation for the writer-mom who tries to keep a schedule of writing while raising children. Especially young children.

Did I say 'schedule?'

HA!

Forget the plans, forget the 'mommy-me' (or gramy-me) time. There is always something - guaranteed - to interrupt the flow of writing. The writing zone we love to immerse ourselves into goes "Kaput!" when we hear that gramy/mommie call, or any other household demand that needs attention pertaining to children. Plus - finding time to do anything that resembles exercise? Yeah, right!

And if ... I say if, a block of time opens up for us, all we want to do is just veg-out on the porch, in the quiet, with nothing pulling on us.

I wasn't a young mother writer, but if I had been, I have a feeling I would have had those guilty thoughts - with a longing sigh - of 'one day.' One day I could write with no one around to interrupt. I had a diva/redneck/princess at home who was involved with softball when I picked up my pen again so I got to involve her in creating titles and some feed back. (Of course, after awhile, she caught on and would take off running when I'd ask her to give my stuff a quick read-over. *sigh* Kids!)

And although I'm at a place and time in my life with no children around, (minus the three week stay of my grandchildren - or my grandbaby) I have family living close-by that need loving care and daily check-ins.

Responsibilities ... that interrupt at times.

Sometimes ... I want to go to that cabin ... on a hill ... in the woods ... where there is sunshine ... birds singing ... leaves rustling ... and no one around except ... internet access.

Or that bungalow ... on the shore ... surrounded by palm trees, hibiscus and fragrant plumerias ...

... and internet access.

So, double, triple, quadruple kudos to the writer-mom!

You've got my vote, and my admiration!

You ROCK!

Love and blessings,
Pat

Isn't that just like me? Or Him?

2009-04-26T21:48:00.010-04:00

It's like watching a video of myself as a child -- climbing, swinging, climbing, chalk painting, climbing, make-up, climbing, running ... and saving shiney Dove wrappers.

But it's the laughter -- the laughter of a little granddaughter that wraps sweet arms around a Gramy's soul. And it's a special rose bush, chosen by a grandson, that warms her heart each time she looks out her kitchen window.

So much delight to try and squeeze into one Gramy body. No wonder Gramy bodies expand so easily.

And then, I wonder ... is there anything special that I do that warms God's heart? What would it be? Does He feel that certain kind of deep down tickle when I laugh? Is there anything about me that reminds Him of Himself?

When He was here He liked to climb hills -- I do too! He liked being outside more than being inside -- me too! He loved children -- ditto! I don't really care about fishing a whole lot, but I love the sea and walking along the shore -- He did too!

He enjoyed close relationships. I sure can relate to that one.

I'm sure going to miss my grandkids when I can no longer give them a warm hug or hear the chatter of their presence. It'll seem like such a long time before I'll get to see them again.

I'll be counting the days ...

Kinda like Someone else I know.

Blessings, and look up!
Pat

2009-04-22T22:58:00.005-04:00

Congratulations Melanie!

I recieved the "Fabulous Blog Award" awhile ago with the instructions to find five others to present this prestegious award -- and I have found my first one -- Melanie Kerr at her place called "Walking on Water." ... http://meljkerr.blogspot.com/

If you have never stopped by her place, now is a good time. You will enjoy her easy style and transparency ... and even the Scottish flair that sometimes shows through too.

So, please go by and give her a "Howdy doo and a Congrats"

Praying for blessings for you all today,
Pat

That Touch of Light

2009-04-21T22:09:00.009-04:00

It felt sooo good relaxing and sitting out in the sun today. I happen to be in the minority that believe sunshine is healthy. Especially if one has been sick. But regardless, it's just plain healthy.

Of course, in our present times, moderation is cautioned, but, God did work it so our bodies needed sunlight to create a most necessary nutrient that has been recieving rave reveiws for it's healthy properties. Life saving properties, in fact. And without it, can cause a whole myraid of health problems.

We have found out how important Vitimain D is to our present and future health and have discovered that other sources of Vitiman D can not match the benefits we get from the sun.

There is just something about how our bodies interact with sunlight. Nothing can match it, there is no substitute. A creation design from the first touch of our heavenly Father.

Sunlight. A light our bodies crave, a light that supplies what no other source can, a light that interacts deep within us.

After all, we were created in the Light, by the Light and for the Light.

So go ahead, soak in a few rays of the sun today ... it does a body good.

And the soul ...

Blessings,
Pat

Me? Grow up?

2009-04-19T19:30:00.006-04:00

The wonder and simplicity of a child ... do we ever want to let go of that place and grow up?

We have a Bloodhound mix named Dixie and on her chest is a beautiful fold of white, so one day, our daughter thought it looked like 'Twinkie' cream. And she was so right! When you open the folds -- there's the cream! Dixie loves her 'Twinkie' pets.

My granddaughter was close-by as I was petting Dixie so as I stroked the soft white fur I wanted to share this creative observation, especially since my granddaughter has a very creative perception with just about everything around her, so I said, "Hannah, look at Dixie's 'Twinkie' cream."

She said , "What?"

"Twinkie, you know, the spongie, cakie thing with the cream frosting in the middle, Dixie has a special place here under her snozzle that looks like a 'Twinkie.' What do you think it looks like?" I say back to her as Dixie continues to enjoy her 'Twinkie' pets.

"Fur."

"What?" I say, slightly surprised -- but not totally.

"It looks like fur."

A bit deflated, I'm determined that Dixie does not suffer from this somber revelation.

Oh, the realism of a child. Forget the wonder.

May I never grow up.

2009-04-18T21:46:00.004-04:00

And there it was, waiting, a respite for a soul so tired and weary from the day's long journey. I was bone tired and functioning on automatic. And I still had work to do in putting up groceries, and feeding my hungry grandchildren, and waiting for the vacation kind of thing kids do at Gramy's houses just before going to bed.

But this took my breath away. And I'm sure people were wondering what I was looking at -- especially with a smile on my face.

It was another one of those mini-restoration moments.

I wheeled my cart out of the store and turned towards the isle where my car was parked ... and there in the sky was an original masterpiece just waiting to be a blessing of restoration to someone's heart and soul ... mine.

It -- was -- so -- beautiful! It wasn't a sunset sky, for those wondrous moments of color had just past. It was the luminous wake of twilight filtering through strokes of feathering rays of clouds -- as though God had just picked up a paintbrush and swept across the skies His deep sense of originality and creativity.

It will never look exactly the same again.

And there it was waiting, a respite for my bone tired soul ... as I looked to the skies ... and smiled.

It was a breathtaking Masterpiece of a promise.

One day ...

A Breath in Time

2009-04-16T20:48:00.007-04:00

I began to reach for the handle of my vehicle before I even got to the door. I was in such a hurry and had so many more things to do, yet it was already evening.

An unseen force swirled about my shoulders and brushed past my cheeks and I stopped, and stood still ...
I stood still and closed my eyes ...
I closed my eyes and lifted my face ...
I lifted my face to the wind, cool upon my skin ...
... and breathed.

The moment of the whole day released.

A few seconds, to receive restoration.

A few seconds, to be still and know ...

A few seconds, to release ...

... to breathe ...

to live ...

A Trail that Leads Home.

2009-04-06T22:42:00.016-04:00

You know, just one sentence, just a few words, can at times invoke such powerful emotions it carries you to a place so real that it lingers like a memory in time.

A place one wants to tuck away and bring back -- to remember.

"Thankfully God's grace covers a multitude of sins," said a newly reconnected friend from my church-youth past.

And we all have been there, and we all have one -- a past.

It was the word "cover" that swept me away into another word, that swept me away into a whole scenario of words where love became the focus ... the kind of love that envelops.

There is a certain way we wrap our kids in our love. It's more than just putting our arms around them, it's more than just a hug, it's the way we envelop them with our heart and hold them close -- warm and safe.

But I sensed a longing close-by, a longing for the same place and time, and He whispered, "One day."

God must long for that day, too. When we finally will be with Him ... and He will finally be able to envelop us with His heart ... and hold us close ... our sins covered so long ago ... for that moment, in time.

Cover ... love ... envelop ... longing ... close ... moment.

Home.

"One day."

Gracie Bug

2009-04-03T21:35:00.004-04:00

Her arms are not much longer than her mamma’s hand, her eyes the color of luminous teal, and sparkling of morning rain; her smile, a beam that lights upon my face and warms my heart into a soft glow.

Her mouth opens, her arms stretch upwards, she leans forward, unsteady on baby feet pressing against my thigh. She draws her knees up, secure in my grasp and scrinches a hug against my chest, and wafts an unpracticed kiss upon my chin. Her breath comes in sweet puffs of affection.

I enfold her, I wrap my love around her … I hold her close and saturate my senses with the heady fragrance of happy baby.

Emilee Grace -- a new life -- that breathes life -- into ours.

My granddaughter.

A beautiful gift … a beautiful miracle.

Your handiwork is awesome, God.

Life … there are no words.

Life … simply ... beautiful.

Love,

Gramy

High Energy Gap

2009-04-01T18:05:00.010-04:00

Time doesn't always tell the whole truth. Most of the time, it just fills in a few gaps left behind in our youth. And even then, in time, when we finally meet up with best-buds from the past, some gaps remain. Whether they should or not, we leave that up to God's chosing. He knows us best.

So, in the meantime, us-best-buds from church, from waaay back then, are enjoying reconnecting as grown, mature, proper adults. So unlike the high energy, immature yet serious teenagers we were.

NOT!

I don't think so!

And who wants to grow up anyway?

And what's a few gaps between friends?

I guess, when it's all said and done, the generation gap finally caught up with us.

Only, we certainly are having a lot more fun than our parents did ... and we're going to go down kickin' before we ever give in to growing old ... well ...with maybe ... just a little less ... high-energy. ; )

It was about Timely.

2009-03-27T21:06:00.012-04:00

Tonight, I didn't feel like answering a particular phone call. I saw who it was and I was more interested in the company of my baby granddaughter than to have someone just tell me they appreciated our giving to their organization. A lot of Christian organizations are very good about letting you know how important you are to them and to the people they help.

I wasn't in the mood tonight to hear about it, but, I didn't want to disturb my grandbaby sleeping in her daddy's arms either, so I answered. And of course the standard "We appreciate you ..." was spoken with sincere kindness. What followed was unexpected, so I got up and went into my room and shut the door.

The speaker asked if I had any prayer requests.

Yes, I did. Some very timely ones, in fact -- as in 'right now' ones!

And as she prayed, the Holy Spirit spoke words into her heart that spoke into mine. I was blessed from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and peace filled all in between. And she was just as blessed to be such a timely blessing.

I had just been feeling a little distant lately from the Lord, not really knowing why, and Satan was pushing all the right buttons -- just like he always does -- without fail.

We ended our God appointed prayer-time by thanking Him for the Price that was paid for such a gift that enabled us to come into His presence -- it was so lovely.

And so timely.

Thank you, God.

Love you too.

A Vegetable of a Deal.

2009-03-21T21:11:00.006-04:00

Premium Vegetable Peeler. That is what it said. And it was a whole 4 bucks ... plus tax. A dandy one too -- fancy-smancy.

Hurmph.

It did nothing ... nada. It wouldn't even scrape a single shred of the carrot I had planned for our salads and I didn't have a back up peeler either. I had no peeler, that 's why I had bought this one.

Disappointed and angry I rinsed it off and put it aside, planning to return it, then resorted to just slicing for the rest of the salad prep.

So it sat on my kitchen counter for a couple of weeks -- until today. If it didn't go into my purse when I went to the store, I knew I'd forget, and even then, there was no guarantee.

Which is what happened, actually, if it wasn't for a flook. I crammed my keys into my purse and saw the peeler.

"Good," I thought, "I can get rid of this thing."

I waited at customer service a few moments while the young woman was attending to someone else and then handed her the receipt and peeler.

"It doesn't work." I said. "Either way you use it - up or down."

"Hmmmm," she said as she took her good sweet time looking it over. (as if maybe she didn't believe me in a very 'kind to the customer' way) "Did you put tape over the blades?"

"What?" I exclaimed, with a look of sheepish shock.

Sure enough, there was a very most transparent, perfectly fitted, piece of tape over the blades. I took it from her and crammed it back into my purse.

I looked for her later to tell her she better not tell anyone about the lady who brought back a Premium Vegetable Peeler that didn't work ... because she left the tape on.

And yes, I washed it before I used it -- by hand.

I see no spiritual significance in this most humiliating episode. I'm sure if I thought about it long enough I could come up with something.

But ... I'm not even going to try. It's too embarrassing.

Four bucks -- it better work ... plus tax.

Underpass Mercy

2009-03-16T21:12:00.021-04:00

For years, our house has been in its path. For years I've heard the whiring winds of emergency. And for that many years, I have prayed for each pass-over of the Life-Flight helicopter on its way to the hospital to air-lift a patient, or to the designated landing in the field across from my house to air-lift a victim of an accident. Its strong, steady sound of approach heard from miles away. A sound I have come to know ...

Like tonight.

It was a landing across the field tonight. The heavy blades of urgency close enough to vibrate fear within my chest -- enough to feel that moment of "Oh no," for the family ... and for the frightened soul waiting, fearing their pain and their need of specialized emergency care.

An urgency close enough to stop whatever I was doing and pray that God would reach down to hold them ... to have mercy -- to be there.

No one has ever known about this underpass of Life-Flight prayer. A route determined by God, that many years ago. A route of mercy, prayer and tears.

And here I sit, with this restless desire -- to move away. Longing for a new house, a new neighborhood, a new route taking me in a new direction.

Like I have, for so many years.

Sometimes,
the route to Mercy,
is just across the street.
And needs to stay ...

Pat Guy
2009

What questions?

2009-03-14T21:32:00.008-04:00

One day there will be ...

No need for answers,
to questions longed asked,
for there will be no questions ...
in the Light.

Pat Guy
2009

Insect Madness

2009-03-12T08:30:00.010-04:00

I hate it when that happens! There was something I needed immediately. I knew exactly where it was, I knew it had to be there but couldn't find it. UGH!

I had got bitten by something at work. (unknown to me at the time until I got home and a strange impulse to scratch my leg drew attention to this large red area) and I needed my liquid Benedryl to dab on the offending itch.

I always have liquid Benedryl handy. A habit when having kids with allergies.

But I also have a kitchen cabinet packed full of all my herbal meds. (to me they're meds because they're what I use when I get sick) Bottles and bottles of them. But I would recognize the top of that Benedryl bottle anywhere. I'm so used to scrounging around in that cabinet I know all those bottles just by sight.

A frustrating situation when said bite was becoming more intense with itching, redness, and swelling.

Another look in the cabinet was warranted with a little more oomph.

So, of course, bottles started falling, cascading down to the counter. My reaction was as instant as the urge to itch that dad-blamed itch!

What emerged after the chaos, what was left standing in the cabinet was the Benedryl bottle I needed. I grabbed the bottle, saturated the cotton ball and scrubbed away at the itch with blessed relief.

I didn't have a bandage handy to keep the Benedryl laden cotton ball on the bite, and didn't feel like going though the same fiasco in the hallway, so I grabbed the scotch-tape in a drawer within reach and just taped the thing to my leg.

Some times, some things, just have to fall away to reveal the answer.

Wow ...

PS. Said insect-bite is good to go today - as in almost gone. ; )

Quiet Happenings

2009-03-02T08:28:00.004-05:00

She was 2 1/2 hours away. It seemed impossible! How could she have driven that long, and that far, without noticing something was wrong? And stop for gas along the way? And not notice it was dark! It was 9:00 pm before we even knew she hadn't come home.

She had not recognized the road to turn into Walmart and just kept right on going. My mother-in-law was having memory issues, and if my husband had not finally reached her she would have continued on her way thinking she would reach Walmart eventually. My father-in-law is blind and has memory issues of his own so although we have visually impaired helps in place, he still gets confused at times. My cell phone is never turned off -- ever.

Of all days for my husband and I to take the day off and come home late.

So ... the long night had begun. We talked to the manager of the Taco Bell where my mother-in-law was parked to see if she was still there and then called the police to check on her. (not easy when there are sooo many Taco Bells on the same street in a large metropolitan area!)

What we didn't know, was the Taco Bell was getting ready to close and my mother-in-law was going to have a long wait alone -- outside.

Within the first hour of our journey I called the manager again, who was patient and kind, to make sure my mother-in-law was still there. She said, "Oh yes, we have her waiting here inside and I fixed her up some tacos. We're just cleaning up to close ... how long are you going to be?"

It was a long, thoughtful, quiet drive.

And there she was, shrouded by the lighting, her back to the window. I wondered what she was thinking?

We certainly thanked the manager and asked her who we could contact to commend her for her care and concern. I felt for her -- stuck with the graveyard shift -- a dangerous time of the evening -- and I could see the struggle on her face. I hugged her and told her as we left I would be praying for her and I would pray God would bring blessings into her life this coming new year.

And on the way home I thought about the lifestyle this kind person emanated. The few teeth missing, the slight aura of uncleanliness, the ill-fitted clothing, the effort to appear 'better' than she believed she was, and so I did, right then, prayed that God would help her, bless her in some way, and to bring someone into her life to reach her heart. Someone, who in some way, would be a witness.

The Whisper came close, quiet, deep in my heart ... "I just did."

I held my breath a second as I tried to blink away the tears blurring my vision. It was dark, it was raining, it was after midnight and we were on a dimly lit stretch of an expanded rural road. My husband was driving my mother-in-law's car in front of my van to guide me because I don't see well at night to drive. It was not a good time for tears. Especially with my mother-in-law in the passenger's seat in my care.

We talked of familiar surroundings ... of horses and white fences along the track.

Low and quiet I heard her say, "It feels good to know where you are, doesn't it?"

Pat Guy
2009

Comfortable Assurance

2009-02-24T21:40:00.017-05:00

There is nothing.

There is nothing that can compare.

There is nothing that can compare to being with You.

Your presence, your interest, your tender friendship.

There is nothing on this earth that can match those moments ...

Match the ebb and flow of your company.

There is nothing ...

as comfortable,

as us.

Pat Guy
2009

It was time ...

2009-02-22T09:53:00.009-05:00

It was time for something wonderful to happen. At least, that's what I told God -- it was time. I felt it, I wanted it, I knew it. And whatever it was going to be, I wanted it to last and not be one of those things that happen and then a valley follows. I've never cared for roller coasters and the roller coaster of emotions that come with the ups and downs of life just throws me for a loop every time.

And of course, I was talking about me ... and my life ... it was just time for something wonderful to happen. As far as I was concerned, it was ... so ...

My sister calls upset - devastated. Her raise at work wasn't what it should have been and she was sooo right. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do about it but the injustice had gone on far too long. And due to certain circumstances at work, she thought for sure it was going to be corrected this time. But really, she should have known after 30 years, it just wasn't going happen.

And it didn't.

We talked, she came up with a plan and followed through with little response. It wasn't something the office could work out at that time her boss said. (which was a crock)

So now what? Part II of plan A went into effect and words were said that were focused, to the point, respectful and kind - but meant. Not an ultimatum mind you, just the undeniable truth. But still, no hope was given and she went home unsatisfied and dejected. There was nothing left to do, she couldn't leave her job.

Then something was whispered in her ear at work a few days later ... "I'm bumping your pay up where you belong." But where that was wasn't what she figured it was going to be - no ... it was so much more! How about an $8.00 an hour raise? Raise! As in more! $8.00!

How wonderful!

Yes, I wanted something wonderful to happen in my life -- and it did. One that was lasting. And I thanked Him.

Then He gave me a gift that touches the deepest part of my heart. A perfect gift. One I can touch, and one I know my mom would have loved to have known she gave me -- so God gave it to me in her stead.

I wrote about it in my last post -- her big, black leather bag to carry my laptop. The one that smells like her house (everything smelled like Nana's house) and her favorite perfume she carried with her aaall the time. The two fit perfect. So now I can get my latte' and goodies and carry them to a table when I go to a coffee shop to work on projects. My mom would be sooo absolutely, completely and deeply satisfied knowing I could do this. And she really would have given it to me ... after I fought her for it and pulled every kid's emotional blackmail trick in the book. ; )

It was time -- it just was time for something wonderful to happen.

Love you too, God. Perfect ...

James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

Hesitating ... it's a good thing.

2009-02-17T19:31:00.006-05:00

I almost bought it. I had been looking for the perfect one and this was close enough. It had style, color and was the right size but I hesitated, there was just something I wasn't sure about so I put it back on the rack.

It sure was cute though. I liked the stripes. (even though I would have preferred dots)

I had been looking for something to carry my laptop into a coffee shop so I could pay with one hand and carry my coffee and goodies in the other, but the padded cover I had bought (with handles) didn't allow for that so I was on the search again - preferably for something stylishly chic. And would accommodate the padded cover I had already chosen, and the wires to keep the power flowing, and the paper for doodling.

But I put the chicky bag with the nice big shoulder handles back. I hesitated.

Today my sister comes into work and says, "Hey Trish, I thought maybe you could use this to carry your laptop - it was mom's."

It was so beautiful! A simple black bag - so chic - perfect handles, leather, and a discrete side pocket with other pockets inside. The first thing I did was bury my head into the purse (yes, it's big) and take a deep breath. I filled my heart with the fragrance of my mom's house and her favorite perfumes she used to carry with her aaaaall the time. My sister just smiled and said, "I know."

Would my laptop fit? I took out my little measuring tape and thought - just maybe.

I filled my heart quite a few times today before it was time to leave. I was anxious to get home. There was one dimension of the purse I was unsure would work out.

But I should have known, and I didn't hesitate, it all fit together like they were meant for each other.

Just perfect ... just perfect in every way.

Thanks Mom ... (and you too, God - I love it)

The Price of Friendship.

2009-02-16T22:38:00.011-05:00

A belated Monday Manna. (although it was last night) ; )

The Price of Friendship

Scourged.
The visual is not pleasant - we want to blot the image out of our mind.

Pierced.
We don't want to fully imagine the pain - to imagine the reality of nails hammered into flesh. We only go just so far ...

Crushed.
A broken, deserted Spirit - cut off from the One He loved - a burden too deep for us to fathom.

Punishment.
The question remains ... "Why? Why us?"

Yet, how else could we come into the presence of our Holy Creator God? How else could we speak to Him? How else could we get to know Him? How else could we enjoy His company?

How else could He enjoy ours ... our most Holy God ... forever ... together?

The price for an eternal, gloriously close, relationship with mankind -- through the price of One.

By His scourged, pierced, crushed wounds, we are healed.

In Jesus precious, most Holy name ... Amen.

And Amen.

Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the gift of talking with you, and thank you for the gift of your company. Thank you for the price, the sweet savor that satisfies, who makes all things possible for us - our sweet Saviour - your Son - Jesus Christ. Thank you.

Based on on Isaiah 53:5 (any version)

Maybe it's worth it when things don't work out - ya think?

2009-02-15T15:40:00.000-05:00

Got my latte', got my laptop, went outside to type amongst all the birds flitting from one tree to the next as they chirped their different songs, and ended up trimming off all the dead branches from our trees and such with my husband. *sigh* Just couldn't sit here relaxing with a smile on my face while he was working. So now he's finishing the stuff that takes more muscle than I have. ; ) And I'm smiling.

This is a dream come true for me ... sitting out under the porch with my very own laptop.

I had spent months looking, finally bought one, but so many things in life got in the way that this personal pleasure had to be put aside. A sacrifice? I don't know. At times, perhaps. I'd say the little-one doing her zeerbert thing has been worth it.

But this sure has been nice - thinking and listening to the rustle of leaves being raked, the sporadic calls from the different birds, and petting Dixie our big Bloodhound mix strolling by being nosey with her curious nose. But I wonder ... which call is the Cardinal's? I saw him earlier but does anyone know exactly what their call sounds like? They're so elusive.

I guess I should feel guilty as my husband walks by with an arm load of trimmings held by his stained-gloved hands. The humungous garbage bin is filling up fast for tomorrow. I think he enjoys me tap-tapping out here instead of the office/morning room.

But maybe, instead of feeling guilty, I'll go inside and start the steaks. ; )

And maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Unless of course, it doesn't work out. ; )But please, feel free to share your thoughts and insights into my thoughts and insights anytime.

Love and hugs,
Pat