‘I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses; and the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own, and the Joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.’ original hymn by C. Austin Miles 1868-1946
God speaks to ME most clearly in the garden, in the forrest, by the streams and oceans …. When I need Him most and the travails of the day grow heavy, or I just need some extra peace, I hear Him most clearly in the garden. BUT, today is Mother’s Day and we are going to breakfast. Mother love shines today. Hope it is a most Godly, light, and wonderful day for YOU!
‘grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness….sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying, “you are accepted.” Paul Johannes Tillich
The times, the moments, I forget that God waits for me, is very eager to give me a Hand, wants me to switch on the light, open the door, those are the times I lack clarity, I am restless, sad, confused. I always get clarity, sometimes but a little, when I open the door of life to let God in. It may come with a whiff of fresh air, a magnificent sunset, a baby’s breathe, or my grandchild’s eyes, but it comes. And then life sparkles!!!!!
…..when mother hugs were real, and sharing a beer was a happy ordeal. We talked, held hands, her’s aged yet soft, as a mommy’s hand should be. Memories were dear, laughter sounded freely, my love for her was as real as could be. She taught me manners, kind words for others, sweet honesty, and independent ways. She let me play, but chores were-the important thing of the day. She gave me lessons of tradition, talked about her stubborn German mom. Baking Fatigman cookies at Christmas was a traditional thing. She preferred hard work over soft play, but knew how to have fun. She sang to my children and and let the piano keys ring. Toward her 90th year her ears didn’t work, her eyes were bad, her hips kept her immobile, but she was rarely sad. I loved to make her cards and gifts, i relished this preparation time, to show her in a tiny way the great influence she had on me. i told her so, not quite enough, how much I loved her soul, the kindly teacher, mother, friend she always was to me. At this time of year of honoring moms I grow a bit weary and sad. High esteem is where I hold my mom, but if I could only hold her hand.
..” in search of a word. Apparently so because I have never had so many orders in my Etsy shop for loose sheet music flowers, sheet music bouquets, sheet music mobiles, etc. etc. very, very busy right now, morning til dusk, folding origami sheet music flowers, gluing the petals together, adding stems, button and stamen centers, and assembling bouquets. http://www.gracelinepaperstudio.etsy.com is apparently the place to come for music lovers! Boy, do I have stories to tell!!!!
Robert Browning said it, and I believe it. The photo shows, 2-1/2 years ago, my very first holding of one of two little preemies that have filled my life with JOY. They are the twin miracles and they join the other 11 grandkids in my life that form a glorious pathway to LOVE. LOVE is best! After that comes paper folding. I love that too, but in a bit different way.
‘like everyone else I feel the need of relations and friendship, of affection, and I am not made of stone or iron, so I cannot miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent person, a void and deep need. I tell you this to let you know how much good your visit has done.’ Vincent van Gogh
One of my favorite artists…..and the truth in a nutshell!!! Thanks for visiting!
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Our baby goat saga on the farm has said a sad farewell. Nellie, to our dismay, was not a good mommy, but now we know why. Her second born was weak and sick and her firstborn was sadly deformed. Despite all attempts by the kids and their mom to nurse these little ones along they both have passed. ‘ours is not to reason why…..’ some tears have been shed by the kids, more to come today when they learn about the passing of little Knuckles last night. Some days are just plain sad and it’s kind of hard to turn the corners of the mouth upwards. Today is one of them on the farm.