“The Master’s Hand”

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Dear Reader:

When I was little I was absolutely terrified of piano recitals. I think back then I would have sold my soul to the devil to escape that dreaded annual event of my childhood. I even prayed that I would get sick…but unfortunately, my stomach problems were simply a case of “butterflies”  (as mother would say) and I would be hauled off to endure another nightmare episode from childhood.

Perhaps if I had read the following story many years ago and thought that Jesus was playing with me, not only me, I would have felt more confident in completing the song without loss of memory. My greatest fear and humiliation. I hope you enjoy the story.

THE MASTER’S HAND

Wishing to encourage her young son’s progress on the piano, a mother took the small boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked “NO ADMITTANCE.”

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her son was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Don’t quit, keep playing.”

Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligatio. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.

That’s the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren’t exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life’s work truly can be beautiful. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, “Don’t quit, keep playing.” Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are playing the concerto of your life. Remember, God doesn’t call the equipped, He equips the called.

– Author Unknown -…………………………………………

So until tomorrow…Let us continuously remind ourselves that we are not alone in our journey through this life.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

 

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“The Quilt”

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Dear Reader:

When I look at this quilt I cherish it now so much. It was my grandmother Wilson’s homemade quilt…the grandmother who kept me on and off during mother’s recovery from bone cancer. But my appreciation and respect for this beautiful legacy  has not always been the case.

When I went off to college mother gave me two or perhaps even three of Grandmother’s quilts and what did I do with them….use them to lie on at Sullivan’s Island while Brooke and I toasted ourselves burnt brown every summer.

This is the only quilt that survived and I am so glad of it….now. Isn’t it strange how it takes time for us to understand history, and living legacies left by loved ones before us. Mother should have waited until I turned 40 to give me these priceless heirlooms.

So when I came across this story….it touched me on many different levels….hope you enjoy it and your day today.

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As I faced my Maker at last judgement, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls . Before each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a quilt. An angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and all the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of the truth …The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.

My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness and death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it.

I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I had spent many lonely nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully: each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgemental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it had been…I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes opened wide.

Then I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, The Face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with love and warmth in his eyes. He said: “Every time you gave over your life to me, it became my life, my hardships, and my struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let me shine thru, until there was more of me than there was of you.”

– Author Unknown -………

So until tomorrow….Let us see Christ in all our legacies of love.

“Today is my favorite day.”  Winnie the Pooh

Today is the wedding….isn’t there something just special in the air on a wedding day? I thought this photo would be appropriate for such a beautiful setting….a wedding in the mountains.

Do you ever buy something for a special occasion or even for yourself and put it somewhere out of sight, out of mind, and forget all about it? I hate to admit it….but I seem to be doing more of that lately….anyway….I found a couple of items I had bought on sale for this or that grandchild but then at the bottom of the bag was a large strangely shaped object.

When I pulled it out….I was overjoyed! Earlier I had found a driftwood cross in a store and fell in love with it. But before I could hang it….I had to clean up quickly for company one day …so I put it in the grandchildren’s bag and forgot all about it.

Thursday night, when I discovered it….I didn’t wait a second to get a hammer and a nail and put it up on my bedroom wall where I can see it first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. An appropriate photo to end a beautiful wedding day.

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How Much Does a Prayer Weigh?

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Dear Reader:

Today the Ya’s are all heading up to Saluda and then onto the Pisgah Inn for Matthew’s wedding. We are so excited to be able to share in this special moment with Jackson!

While I am away….there will be just one short story (each day) that will “hopefully” make you pause and reflect upon it. All these short anecdotes come from the book: God’s Little Acre that many of us grew up hearing. Hopefully most of these stories will be new for you and enjoyed.

Libby and I are heading back Tuesday (April 26) so I can be home for Eva Cate’s “Official Birthday” which is Wednesday April 27 and her graduation the following day. So much going on.

Hopefully I can get some photos added to the blog throughout the week if there is some internet “juice” (Wi-Fi) where we are staying in the mountains.

Our First Story:

HOW MUCH DOES A PRAYER WEIGH?

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work. They had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: “Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.” John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.

The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, “Do you have a grocery list?” Louise replied, “Yes sir.” “Okay” he said, “put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.”

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head. Then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scale went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, “I can’t believe it.” The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales.

The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust.

Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list. It was instead a prayer which said: “Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.”

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said, “It was worth every penny of it.”

It was sometime later that the grocer discovered the scales were broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs.

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So until tomorrow….Let us keep our prayers continuously in flight to God….because only He knows the weight of our problems.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

IMG_0952*Look what I get to take to the mountains….my grandchildren! At least their photos….Honey sent me this canvas bag with photo slots and I filled it up….one of the additional bonuses of our wedding trip is going to be to get to see Honey while we are up there.

Brooke’s birthday is just around the corner so we will all celebrate together after the wedding. A lot of fun going on! *Isn’t it hard to believe that I only had two photos when I went to Ireland and now four grandchildren….something must have happened while I was across the seas! Those sneaky leprechaun!

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“Passionately” Tucking the Flowers In Before I Leave….

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Dear Reader:

Saying good-bye to my flowers is starting to become as difficult as it is to say good-bye to my children and grandchildren when I leave on mini-vacations. Intellectually I know I will be gone just five days…but emotionally I worry if the gerber daisies will have enough to drink or if the day lilies will be okay without the withered day lily blooms being pruned and dead-headed daily.

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In one article I read it said to clean up one’s garden about a week before departure so you will return to a clean-looking garden. Treat the garden like your home…make it a nice place to return to after your trip.

On the day you leave… water all the plants thoroughly in case it might be the last watering before you return.

Plants and flowers are quite adaptable….most of them will readily adjust to change….after all the will to live is equally as strong in plants as animals. Place hanging baskets in shaded areas until your return after thoroughly watering.

Timing is everything….Ernie will be coming to cut the grass the day after I return home next week so I am pretty sure my five day departure will just be a slight “hiccup” in the normal routine.

Like a parent fussing over her children when leaving them….deep down we know the flowers will do their thing….without a care in the world. It is us humans who do all the worrying for both of us.

So until tomorrow….We must remember that God takes care of His creatures and plants and they will do just fine while we are gone because He is never gone from their presence..

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

IMG_0942*Yesterday I had a wonderful surprise when I checked my clematis vine to see a bloom…only to realize it was a passion plant vine instead….my first bloom of the season!

 

 

 

 

IMG_0943*My first wild, yellow sunflower bloom of the spring season popped open yesterday also…so pretty. The stalk will grow almost ten feet tall before the summer is over.

*After talking about getting a Rebekah statue in my garden Jackson gave me one that had been in her yard….’Rebekah at the Well.” Love it! Thank you Jackson!

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The small statue is perfect standing beside the water fountain and hosta! Welcome to the garden Rebekah! Take a drink and rest awhile!

 

 

IMG_0945*Isn’t this periwinkle shade of blue beautiful on this hydrangea?

Now do you see why it is so hard for me to leave my garden. Every day a new bloom appears bringing beauty into the world and my life. I will miss you Magic Moon Gate Garden….Be back soon! Behave while I am gone!

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Now and then We Need to run, not walk, back to Childhood

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Dear Reader:

Usually memories of childhood pop up in the most delicious ways! One of the most fun, of course, is letting your children or grandchildren just “go for it” on a summer rain day. Mudpies, mudpuddles and just plain mud comprise the zenith of happiness in our childhood memories.

All it takes are a few drops from heaven and sad faces become happy ones when the rarest of rare happens….we see our parents or grandparents smiling and laughing as we dance for sheer joy in the rain. All the rules about staying clean or not messing up your new shirt or dress or shoes go out the window and for one magic moment life is experienced to it fullest.

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She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red-haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside — the kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth that it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child, came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. “Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said. “What?” Mom asked. “Let’s run through the rain!” she repeated. “No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.” “We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said. “No we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?” “Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'”

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life, a time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD lets us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said. Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran too. I got wet. I guess I needed washing.

– Story by Bob Perks – God’s Little Acre……………..

So until tomorrow….The next time we have an opportunity to re-live one moment of exhilarating childhood freedom…let’s take it!

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

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The Story Behind a “Petunia”

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Dear Reader:

My pink petunias are multiplying faster than I can count….they love being nestled in around the day lilies and make great neighbors. As I continue learning and growing, along with my flowers, I like to take time and look up their origins and perhaps a myth or story behind their existence.

What has surprised me the most is how so many flowers, readily seen in American gardens, originated from South America and are related to tobacco plants….such is the case with petunias. Somehow we don’t associate a beautiful petunia plant with a tobacco plant from our southern neighboring continent… and yet here they have evolved into a quite common flower for our backyard gardens.

In fact, it is the petunia’s resemblance to tobacco that earned it its name. The name petunia comes from the Aboriginal name petun which means “a tobacco that does not make a good smoke.” (Just a pretty flower!)9780394808659-us

While researching any myths or stories behind the petunia flower I accidentally came across an old children’s book….some of you might remember by the name of PETUNIA.

Petunia was a haughty little goose who thought quite well of herself. The author must have known about the mixed metaphor of the symbolism of the petunia flower when he named this little goose.

 Symbolism of the Petunia Flower

The petunia flower symbolizes anger and resentment especially when they are presented by someone with whom you have recently had a heated disagreement. They can also symbolize your desire to spend time with someone because you find their company soothing and peaceful. According to some sources, petunias are also a symbol of not losing hope.

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In the meadow, early one morning, Petunia, the silly goose, went strolling. She ate a bug here, clipped off a clover leaf there, and she picked at the dewdrops on the goldenrod leaves… then, suddenly, she saw something she had never seen before in the meadow. What was it? Petunia stole closer and closer and sniffed at it from all sides. “By Goosey Gander,” she said, “it does not smell like food for a goose. But I believe I have seen such a thing before… yes, I have seen one under Bill’s arm when he came out of school. It’s a book. That’s it. A BOOK!”

Poor silly goose. By simply having the book in her possession, she thinks it makes her wise and smarter than all her friends. Needless to say, Petunia leaves a path of destruction in her wake of genius, until at last she figures out… “It is not enough to carry wisdom under my wing. I must put it in my mind and in my heart.”

What a wonderful lesson and reminder to all of us. If wisdom is not shared between thoughts and heartbeats it is lost on the humanity it wishes to impress.

Personally….being around the family’s pets and grandchildren give me more wisdom than any teacher I ever had….because I learn from their hearts to mine.

Yesterday I had my oncology appointment and was a little apprehensive with my state of health the last three weeks….was secretly afraid it might have thrown my cancer drug off balance or off-kilter. But all was good, including a clear chest. Whew! What a relief!

After the appointment I went to Kaitlyn’s and played with the doggies…Rudy continues to be my inspiration….he now has to wear diapers or whatever else Kaitlyn can find…but he is carrying on with his life.

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Then Mollie met us at Tavern and Tables for lunch at Shem Creek….it seemed like years since I had seen my “girls.” We had such fun catching up!

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After lunch it was on to Mandy’s to drop off birthday presents for the party this Saturday….When Mandy and Jakie got home we took a walk around the block to see the geese, turtles, ducks and the sheer beauty of Mother Nature at her best.

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When Eva Cate and John got home I gave Eva Cate her graduation necklace and she was thrilled….I can’t believe my baby is graduating from kindergarten.

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Eva Cate tried on her dance recital costume for me and then asked John to “bow” her (like Dancing with the Stars)….instead John “wowed” her!

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But it was Boo Boo who got the last “swing’ with Miss Eva Cate….all is right with the world  Boo Boo is with family again.

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So until tomorrow….Let us remember that it takes both the mind and heart to see the wisdom of God’s creation.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

8364_10154090675793656_6355687183232565744_n*Unbelievable God Wink! I got home last evening around 8:30 and saw a bag beside the front door….I picked it up and it said it was from the Louisa Alcott home gift shop in Boston, Ma. What in the world I thought?

the-orchard-houseWhen I read the note I collapsed on the sofa….unbelievable! Sam and Donna Clark were visiting Boston and decided to visit the famous “Little Women”s -Orchard House- home in Concord, Ma.. (The story was actually written in this house.) Sam spotted a t-shirt and said it had “Becky Dingle” written all over it. So inside the bag was a black t-shirt that said:

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*When Donna saw (yesterday) Monday’s blog title (the same quote as the t-shirt) she just shook her head and said “Another God Wink!” Thank you Clarks for connecting the wink!

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“If You have a Garden and a Library, You have everything you need.”-Cicero

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Dear Reader:

One lesson gardening has taught me is that it is never too late to plant a seed or plant a tree. Mother’s law of nature embodies humans too in this observation. It is never too late to start over in our dreams and goals for new relationships or vocations.

Yesterday the daffodils I planted from seeds in late February (when other daffodils were already blooming) have just started to bloom themselves. I thought I would’t see daffodil blooms until next year and now lo and behold here they are all popping out with buds galore. All they needed were soil and water….they, then, took life from there.

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As long as we are breathing, there is hope. Hope for a change in our lives. Even our state motto reminds us:

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In many parts of  Africa a new slogan has, also, emerged:

“It is never too late to plant a tree.”

Trees are desperately needed in Africa as they provide many essentials needed for life. This excerpt came from the article Soil for Life by Pat Featherstone.

It’s Spring in Africa. The trees herald the change of season by bursting forth with their new foliage, many preceding the soft greens with breathtaking shows of delicate blossoms that produce the fruits and seeds which will be welcomed by man and beast alike in the summer that lies ahead. It’s time to plant a tree.

But how many will last long enough to provide homes for birds and animals in their lofty boughs, or provide us with much sought after protection from the elements all year round? How many will bear fruit?

Around the world, over thousands of years, man has impacted on the great forests by felling huge swathes for living space, fuel, building materials and cropland. Mankind is continuing ‘the old, old story’ of what happens when forests are cut down – rivers silt up, the land turns into desert or scrubland; civilisations succumb to environmental degradation.

Somebody once said “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.” So how can we do our bit? Here are a few creative, low-cost ideas on how to get tree planting going :

• Plant a tree on your birthday.
• Plant one over the festive season, instead of spending your time and money in shopping malls.
• Give trees as gifts to show how much you care.
• Teach other people how to plant and take care of them.
• Save seeds; take cuttings. It will reduce the cost of planting trees. It may take a bit longer, but your patience will be rewarded.
• Plant a tree from a truncheon (small branch) taken from another tree. It takes a shorter time to grow a tree.

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If we have trees and books to read…we are wealthy people indeed. I do spend an inordinate amount of time divided between the garden and reading all kinds of materials… books, magazines, journals, etc. A Jeffersonian style of life and I love it!

So until tomorrow….the next time I tell myself it is too late to do this or that…I will just look at my photos of daffodils blooming in mid-April after being planted by seed in late February and early March. It is never too late for life to surprise us if we stop and let it in.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Look at the “dueling” Gerber daisies (their blooms were back to back facing opposite directions)…the family feud must be over…now the daisies are on the same page at the same time. Passion plants and roses…is there a prettier combination?

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Waiting and Watching Seasons Unfold in the Garden

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Dear Reader:

The pink azalea bloom you see in the photo above is the last azalea bloom of the season. It is located right outside my “blog room” and catches my eye first thing each morning (for the last three mornings.) I finally walked around the garden and yard yesterday to see if I could discover any other azalea blooms still standing….but there were none….just this one beautiful pink bloom.

There is always a tinge of sadness to see the last vestiges of one season disappear before our very eyes. It reminds me of growth stages in life…once we leave one stage…we find ourselves in another season until it too ends casting us on to another…until, for us, the seasons are no more.

Early spring is so full of hope….there will never be the same fresh beautiful shade of green newness as there is in early spring…when all types of foliage cast off their dark brown or withered yellow leaves and stems producing the most magnificent new green-ness. It appears that the leprechauns “snuck” in during the night and brought Ireland’s green foliage with it.

Look at all the morning glory seeds popping up to say “hello.” When I went out to take their picture I noticed a young couple at the end of my driveway taking pictures of each other around the rose bush and fence. There was another couple waiting their turn.

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“The beauty of a morning glory, is that of its patient wait for the sun to bloom in the morning!”

 

 

 

I was so proud! You know your yard has come into fulfillment when teenagers want to use it as a backdrop for Prom Night! I took both couples’ Iphones and snapped photos of them together/ separately….the expressions of  excitement on their faces made my day! Memories!

When we look at seasons as opportunities of spiritual growth….moving from one season to another…it is sometimes hard to let go, say good-bye to the previous season, especially if we felt comforted and secure in it.

One thing that has finally gotten through my rather thick Christian head is that we aren’t meant to stay stagnant. Life is not stagnant…it is always changing. Surely that must be in God’s Big Plan or we would stay “put” in one place with one family and one group of friends throughout our life on earth….but we all know that doesn’t happen.

For me….it has helped to think of seasons as seasons of blessings. This thought makes it easier to leave one situation and move on to a new, unknown one. If we know that blessings await us in whatever season we are in much of the fear of the unknown dissipates. God is creator of all seasons which means He is present in all.

Somehow knowing that God is taking the journey with us through life, through every season, helps during transition periods when we find it hard to give up the beauty of one season for the ambiguity of  the next.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 – King James Version 

3 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:”

So until tomorrow….Father help us accept change realizing that challenges might lie ahead…but also blessings. We are not alone.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

IMG_0896*That sweet Gin-g returned with pasta….lasagna yesterday and it was out of this world! What is it about pasta that is so comforting, especially when we aren’t quite up to speed? A vase of beautiful fresh flowers were also left….I had thrown the last of my withered flowers out the day before and I hate not having fresh flowers in the house….perfect timing. Thank you for everything Gin-g!

 

 

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“Wherever You are,There is Something You Love”

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Dear Reader:

For over a year I have been reading and re-reading A. A. Milne’s classic book: Now We Are Six. The perfect birthday gift for a child turning six. And that is just what Eva Cate will do on April 27.

The introduction to the little book says it all: “What a wonderful feeling it is, to know that wherever you are …there is something you love.”  Isn’t that true of all our favorite books (the power and beauty of reading)…no matter where we go…if the beloved book accompanies us…there will be something there to love.

A few months ago I showed the book to Anne and shared with her the popular poem that brings ending to the little book of rhymes, prose, and anecdotes. Appropriately it is called: “The End”

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

When I was Three,

I was hardly Me. 

When I was Four.

I was not much more. 

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever

So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever. 

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I told her that I remember our first grade class memorizing the little ditty for a parent presentation. The class was broken up into five groups…each group stepping forward saying their line until (the big finale) the whole class came back with “But now I am six. I’m clever as clever…so I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.”

I must have been in the “When I was one…I had just begun” group because I remember wearing a baby head bonnet and holding a baby rattler. Funny, the things we remember.

I asked Anne one day (months ago) when she was over if she could write the poem out on some art paper and perhaps draw something that included Eva Cate in the background…then I would mat and frame it for her birthday. Anne readily agreed and kept asking me to remind her when the birthday drew near. Suddenly, last week, she appeared with this amazing watercolor….the artwork that will live forever in mine and Eva Cate’s heart.

She took this photo of Eva Cate from the blog and then turned it into this….

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 Unbelievable…what a treasure for the memory books! Now Eva Cate will always be “frozen” at age six for eternity! I plan to give it to her for her kindergarten graduation present April 28…the day after her official birthday.

I am going to miss her party since it is the weekend before her birthday and that is when Matthew gets married. Isn’t time strange that way…for three weeks I have sat here basically staring at the walls and then this upcoming week (and the following) are filled to the brim with more activities that one can shake a stick at. Such is life!

So until tomorrow…Let us all remain “six” forever in our hearts…no matter what our mirrors tell us.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

27044772_1_140*A BIG SHOUT-OUT to my daughter Mandy who won the coveted Nicole Barrett IB (International Baccalaureate) Award for 2016… for excellence in teaching  and accelerated learning at Buist Academy.

Mandy was on such a high and then was faced with the reality of Charleston County budget cuts…of which the special areas (art, music, P.E etc.) are taking a big hit. *I still can’t figure out how Charleston can “lose” 180 million dollars from its budget….where did it run to? Please keep Mandy (and hundreds of Charleston educators facing loss of jobs or displacement due to budget cuts) in your thoughts and prayers. It is stressful and hard on all the families involved. We are in wait and see mode…which is always difficult.

*I had two visitors yesterday to provide a break from myself….loved it. First Susan was in town for Valerie’s Retirement at CSU from the Music Department and she came bearing a beautiful gift….a homemade pound cake with icing. No sooner had she gotten in the car than Gin-g showed up with a slice of Red Velvet cake.

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Friends…I am here to tell you….if one can get “cured” by being “sugar cured” then I am cured!

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A Smile for Every Mile Along our Journey

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Dear Reader:

I think this is my “best side”…at least at the moment. I can walk around with a big yellow smile attached looking perfectly healthy…(if I don’t get a coughing spell.) I would also have to attach spare tissues all around the circular happy face for quick convenience as needed, when needed, which is always needed.

(My friend and neighbor, Vickie, gave me this wooden disk as a second swing seat for the old oak tree…the grandchildren will love it! Can hardly wait to get it up and surprise them the next time they come to visit.)

The “smiley face” started me traveling a train of thought about Jesus and his personality….did it include smiles and laughter? Most sites I researched agreed on several similar scenarios in scripture that conclude Jesus did have a fondness for smiles and laughter.

One research  example given involved the observation of the large following of children who sought Jesus out. As we all know we can sometimes fool adults hiding behind “false smiley faces” but not children. Children sense true kindness, tenderness, and seek out adults who bestow smiles of appreciation upon them.

In an Easter sermon titled “Did Jesus Laugh? the Reverend Sam Trumbore (April 16, 1995) shares a memorable story that will stay with us….linking smiles, laughter, Jesus, and children together… for a long time.

This story begins in one of the towns of Galilee, the area where Jesus did much of his ministry. In this town lived a boy named Ethan, who could not have been more than ten years old. Ethan looked much older than his age, for he had lived far beyond his years. You see, the boy was an orphan. His father had been killed by a drunken centurion and his mother had died in childbirth. He had no other family in the area and no one would take him in because his family was from Samaria and the townsfolk looked down on Samarians. Finding no help, he began living on the street.

Ethan slept at night in a manger in exchange for carrying water for the animals to drink first thing in the morning while the stars still shone in the heavens. Each day he visited the farmers in town to see if they had any work to be done in the fields. The workday began at sunup and finished just after sundown. He was paid just enough to buy a small loaf of bread, which kept him from starving. Because he could save no money or food from day to day, he worked every day – or did not eat at all. Fortunately for Ethan, he was blessed with a sharp mind. Without it he surely would have perished.

The town was on a road to Jerusalem, and Rabbis on occasion stopped to spend the night. Often the townsfolk would gather to hear the Rabbi talk. Ethan enjoyed hearing the Rabbis debate points of law expounding great principles and ideas. Ethan tried to figure out the answer to a question put to the Rabbi before the Rabbi spoke. Ethan loved the stories they would tell to inspire people’s faith that God would not forget them and someday would lift them up and send the Romans packing. This gave Ethan hope that someday he too might have a home, his own cow, and a small plot of land to grow vegetables when the Romans were gone.

One evening when Ethan was returning from tilling the barley crop, he noticed a new Rabbi was in town. He also noticed the crowd which gathered around the new Rabbi was much larger than normal and some gentiles or non-Jews were part of the group listening. Words were being exchanged at a fast pace. Ethan asked a woman on the outer edge of the crowd who the Rabbi was and she shushed him replying quickly, “Shhhh, he is Jesus of Nazareth.”

Ethan pressed into the crowd so he could see and hear. As fate would have it, he pushed up against the wrong man, a Roman soldier watching the crowd for trouble. The Centurion looked down at the Samaritan boy and gave him a fast hard kick shouting, “Get away, you little scum!” (actually he said this in a way we shouldn’t talk in a Sunday service – this translation will give you the gist of what was said).

Well the Rabbi Jesus stopped talking, and looked around. “What scum wishes to come and sit at my feet?” he said. “Open the way for the little scum!”

The crowd became silent as they looked around to see who Jesus was talking about. This was Ethan’s chance. Rubbing his sore rear end, he dove into the crowd, wiggling and jiggling until he was at Jesus’ feet. Jesus smiled and asked the boy to sit next to him.

This stirred up the crowd because everyone knew he was a Samaritan and more than that, the boy was unclean (in more ways than one). The most obvious way were the sores on his skin. In Jewish purity law of those days 2000 years ago, if someone had sores on their skin, they were unclean and shunned. The local religious know-it-alls who had been debating Rabbi Jesus brought this to his attention by saying, “Rabbi, you defile yourself by sitting with this unclean child. Send him away.”

All eyes were now on Rabbi Jesus to see what he would say or do next. Again the Rabbi smiled and said, “We will see if this child is really clean or unclean by asking him three questions.”

The crowd murmured in curiosity. What would the Rabbi ask that would show this defiled child to be clean? The evidence, the sores on his skin, was right in front of their eyes!

Jesus asked his first question, “Boy, who are your mother and father?

Ethan, enjoying greatly being the center of attention replied, “Rabbi, I have no father or mother for they are both dead. No one has taken me in for I am from Samaria. So now my mother is the earth which gives my body rest as I sleep on her at night and my father is the sky which guides me as I walk home from the fields at night.”

Noises of surprise rippled through the crowd, as they did not even realize the boy they often kicked out of their way could speak such words.

Jesus, looking straight into Ethan’s eyes, asked his second question, “Boy, by what do you gain your daily bread?”

Ethan straightened up proudly, “I earn my bread by working in the fields each day. When I have no work, I only eat by the generosity of those who offer me bread in the street. If I can buy no bread and none is given to me in the street, the bread I eat is the hope that someday I shall have my own land to grow grain to make my own bread. This bread of hope sustains me until my next meal.”

Jesus, without a trace of emotion, asked his third question, “Boy, what sustains your spirit?”

Ethan thought for a moment and then answered, “Since I must labor from before the sun rises till late in the evening, I have no time or money to practice the rituals and ceremonies of any religion. My spirit is often weary. What restores me is seeing the birds fly high in the sky, watching the tiny barley seeds sprouting up out of the ground reaching for the sun, enjoying the pinks and oranges and purples of a sunset, feeling the friendliness of the animals with which I sleep, and hearing the Rabbis tell of the good days to come when God will triumph over evil. Even though I am a homeless orphan outcast, I know there is beauty and kindness and generosity in this world. This sustains my spirit.”

Everyone was silent after hearing the boy’s words. Then Jesus began to laugh. He laughed so hard his whole body shook. This wasn’t the ordinary kind of laugh when someone falls down on a banana peel, or when someone says something foolish. It was a kind of laughter that makes you feel all warm inside. It was the kind of laughter that when you heard it, you couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well. Soon the whole crowd was falling over in laughter. When everyone quieted down, Jesus smiled at the boy and said “Everyone here has thought you to be unclean, but the beauty of your words show a heart of great purity, for it is what comes out of our mouths that reveal us, not our outer appearance.”

And from that day forward, the boy found favor in that community, was taken in by the man and his wife who owned the stable in which he slept and eventually inherited their land, as the couple was childless. He never forgot the kindness of Rabbi Jesus and told this story many times, hoping it would be told many years to come. You can pass it on as well.

And strange as it may seem, after Ethan met Rabbi Jesus, his sores disappeared. If you asked me why, I’d have to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. What I do know is that magical things do happen when a child is given love, attention and respect.

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Don’t you love the idea behind this story? Don’t you wish you could have been in that gathering that day and seen Jesus work His “magic” with smiles and laughter?

As first year teachers we were always reminded to smile…because the smile we gave our students each day might be the only smile one child received .

So until tomorrow…Isn’t this true of our relationship with our fellow travelers… as we continuously meet new people along the way? Sometimes an encouraging smile is all it takes to send hope and acceptance  to someone where there had been none.

John 13:34: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*I planted two confederate roses….one has made it and the other didn’t. The mystery of life….hard to know why…but I am glad one is up and growing.

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IMG_0883 (1)Meet my new canine neighbor….his name is Dakota….a three year old lab. He is so polite and rarely barks at me…just patiently meanders over to see what I am up to in the garden. He lost part of his tail when a door was accidentally closed on it. The owner didn’t even know it had happened because Dakota only yelped once and never mentioned it again….like I said…very polite. Welcome to the neighborhood Dakota….always happy for the company while I work in the garden.!

 

 

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