Saturday, December 2, 2017

Odd Pals

Laughter is the clearest best medicine for us and our pets, also! Evidently!

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Looking for my signet of Cygnets?

I am in the book of Ezra in my devotions and meditating on the relationship between Zerubbabel the signet of God and cygnets, of which I am most fond. This is a similar meditation of my darling Elyse, who often makes Homophones the fond example of a joke to her mother. "Let's go get a Burrito" or go to the Arboretum? Missing you!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

It is Always a beautiful sky show on the way home from Chowan!

This time was no different. On the right side of the car was a huge bunch of clouds that looked like the little cartoon character with guns drawn on both sides and as I looked at it it changed into a picture of myself blowing out candles. Totally wierd, I said. I saw a signature on the left side of it saying UNC C. I knew who that was, of course and the way the picture was, I absolutely knew who it was. Uncle, would you leave me to enjoy the moment with my darling daughter. No!

I am writing about it, because when I got home, I found out David Cassidy had died. I know that Uncle was preparing me for the blow. It was somebody, you loved when you were 10 years old. He is on his journey. I am so sorry, Uncle. He is gone and it is a sad loss of someone who entertained us very well. Now, enjoy the moments you have left!

Friday, October 27, 2017

Looking Glass---Am I the Mad Hatter?

I feel so stupid to be 55 years old and just opening LG, by means of movie. I lose my status as being thought of by myself as a well read and well rounded individual. I thought of myself as a person of multitudinous in my fully read books. Of course, my memory is losing more than I have placed into it. I lost so much that now I can't find the file of my informational readings. So, I keep filling the files, in hopes to replenish, before the hole empties the entire tub.
I hear the mother in "How Green" mocking me, "why would one fill a tub with holes in it?" Indeed why do I fill my mind, when I know it has holes? I fill it because it is empty, I retort.
Absalom, was the butterfly in "LG". I know him, I jump up and down to say. I was just reading about him a day ago. Providential? Like Horshack in Kotter, I jump and raise my hand in the class. I know Absalom and I know butterflies, like my best friends. What was Lewis Carroll trying to say?
Fleeting characters in Scripture, are they won to faith or lost? The womans' movement in the Old Testament, was it addressed by the God of Creation? Are women vindicated, is Tamar? That was Absalom's movement. He was the anti-harassment portion of the Kingdom. How far underground did that movement go? Does Jesus care?
Whose battle is that? It is the churches battle and many men have taken it to task, and some to their deaths, as Absalom.
Absalom died, in judgment and David knew why. His sins were brought into his face. It is my fault, he was saying over and over in his griefs. I showed this boy the wrong thing about my life. I showed him that I let the good old boys off the hook too easily. I showed him that his sister was less than to me. Women weren't important to him, but they are to Jesus.
Jesus came to correct the record, as it comes to women. We are not the center of the universe. Our angers and griefs are carried to heaven. Our prayers for our sons are seen by our Lord. Our monuments to their misunderstandings in prayer are considered at the throne of Mercy. How much of ourselves are we willing to spend to grow children into the Kingdom of Heaven? Carroll and His generation had a burden of not letting the Absaloms go to hell, because of their inconsistencies. They built schools to separate the wheat from the chaff and get the wheat into policy-making positions. Scripture was a standard, among other standards to create an Athenian-style debate of hammering out policies. God will not judge us harshly, if we are judging ourselves aright, was the reasoning of these great men of yesteryear.
Somehow the womans' movement has become an end in itself and not an issue to be reconciled with. Men who are masculine are attacked, for their bias. Femininity is the rule of the day. It is our turn, we say. We must crush masculinity, because that is the enemy! Not so!

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Breakfast at Dunkin!

Who knew that the loss of keys could end up giving us a great chance to regroup and talk with our adult son? Small mercies and great providences. Lord willing and the creek rising gives rise to wonderful memories sometimes! Just ask IRMA.
I had a fatted coffee:light with cream{replenishing my blood loss from going to the doctor?:} Enoch had a donut, which I ate also and an egg sandwich on a croissant. Dad talked about an inspiring message he had just heard from Warren Weirsbe and I talked about baby foods and eating styles and En talked about his not being listened to and we all had a wonderful conversation. We were smiling in the picture, at least. We only do this when we are bidden by a false start to the morning and a wonderful son who woke up and took his sister, even though dad couldn't find his keys. All is well?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Where is God when so many sad things happen?

Help us, O Lord to lift, even these sorrows! in Jesus' Name, Amen.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

With Irma in the rearview window!

The clouds over the house looked like weary wrung out sponges running home after a very hard workout. As usual, I had to look up at them, when I saw them whipping my grapevines around and threatening to take them out altogether. We saw none of the fury of what we had observed on the internet, from live broadcasting out of Florida about this huge hurricane.

My heart is thanking God for the numerous levels of interconnectedness that assisted in keeping this storm from being the trajedy that it could have been. Learning to value life above possessions and safety over our own comforts from time to time is a wonderful thing that we saw in this storm. Thank God for the meteorologists and the commentators and the local and broader police and firefighter and rescue heroes that made the storm an abundant proof of God's mercy being poured out to us through the hands of one-another. Those on scene and those who traveled from other places to be part of the human shield against calamity and life loss for others, whom they knew and may not have known. Thank God for the opportunity to watch God knitting us together through hard trials. Halleluia, what a Savior!

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Is this five hundred lavender seeds?

I ordered them twice, because of a seed problem where I burned my eyes trying to teach Ezra about seeds and plant repro.  I dropped th packet somewhere and couldn't find it.   Today, I planted my elusive dream of fragrant lavender in my yard.   We will see if five hundred plants come up.  I am not about to count them in this form.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Look at the Recompense from God in the earth...

Proverbs 11:31 Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed in the earth: much more the wicked and the sinner.
Golden corn delivered to my door, from God. I never tasted anything as good and delicious as that corn. It seemed to have everyday's sunshine in my mouth. "Don't miss it!" The lightning said and the spiders made a frame for it. You can't believe how good God's corn is, when you grow it yourself. Maybe I only got one this time and the okra from years ago was good, but this corn was better, because I learned how hard it is to get somebody's eyes out of the books and into the practicum.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Swords to plowshears? what of it?

God's priority is learning to grow things and not to destroy. This is a very hard lesson for a city girl to learn. The heavenly priorities are a difficult mental exercise to get your head around. When you have tasted the vanquishing of a foe on the court and in fisticuffs and etc.; you don't want to submit your mind to seeds and roots. Roots don't do anything, Lord! I scream it out. Seeds, just seem to sit there and they are so slow to grow. I am longing for the swiftness of an overhead. The venom of a killer shot itches in my shoulders and hands and here I am with these impotent looking seeds in my hand, what should I do with them and where is the vanquish in that? Then 80 or so days pass and here is the corn, fully grown, your first one and the learning to receive positive adrenaline from something other than watching your opponent duck when they hit that lob. Why? Because those are God's priorities. Taking captivity captive in our hearts and minds for the Glory of God. Help, Lord!
I like the verses about the kingdom being taken by violence. I can relate to that. Don't give me a bunch of seeds to deal with. I will grow. God put those verses in the Bible just to lure me in. Once you get into the battle and you see the peace-loving nature of God and battle of beating up your own passions and proclivities, you may want to let go, but you can't.
Lately I have been seeing a volleyball game in the clouds. Go figure.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Missing Air Bud!

It is just a year, since we said goodbye to this stalwart soldier of the Hackers Delights. Still, as we enter a season of Wimbledon, it seems there is a silence. There is a muffle to our voices as we struggle on court to find our voice without him.

He seems to be standing next to God, commentating the match of our lives. He is showing us how a hacker can make it to heaven, after all of this stumbling and stuttering on the court. After we beat up ourselves and our opponents, make sure that you know that God is not your opponent, his life said. Enter every match with the knowledge of your humility next to the Most High.

As a commentator, if you were a hacker, he said, “You can do this!” It really isn’t as hard as it looks. If you were a seasoned pro, he said, You ain’t so much! Tomorrow, you could be watching from the bleachers. He humbled us all, with every comment. We miss him so much as we jump to try to explain the encouragement and motivation we received from his unorthodox ways. We can’t even talk about it. We just try so hard to make the applications to the world as we live out our own lives and hear his happy voice egging us from the sidelines onto the courts of our responsibility. He knocks us down a few pegs and he lifts us up a few, when we need it! Missing you, Bud!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

the Blessing of a participatory democracy {if I had a hammer...}

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord?
Oh how fleeting the seeing of the Lord in politics can be? We weep and worry that it couldn't possibly be good, to have such negativity in elections. Learning to use words, instead of fists and weapons is a growing process. Our forefathers have left us a heritage of possibility for such things. We discuss and we make policy. We argue and we blow off steam, here and there. Some election cycles are worse than others. But the more participants the greater the value of the outcome. Who has the anvil and who has the anvil and who is stoking the flames of the fire to go to another level of right self-governing. I love it when I see the young people taking up a political stance, even when I don't agree with them. We are hammering out the useless thought processes and hammering in a useful degree of policy that will get us to agree and grow to betterment. Democracy is alive and many people, each having their tool in hand will batter our arms into the plowshears, as we pray to that end! Jesus is Lord and He has a purpose, even in adversity. He has a purpose of usefulness, to build His Church that the gates of Hell would not prevail against it! Amen.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

34 years ago today we started this journey together...

I got a nice miniature rose bush as a remembrance. Thank you, Ben dear.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

What are we adding to our faith?

Spoiled on Dogma!
I have to tell you how you missed it, our Easter, Mother/Daughter Retreat.

We opened Boice on "Knowing God". Emily also had to miss it, for her work schedule. It is funny how life batters your faith and your practice of walking with God. God steps aside and lets you fill your life with all of your wants, when you have a treasure trove of truths that you've been raised on. Then you realize that somewhere in that overfilled closet, your 10 Commandment song is resting and waiting to be dusted off and kissed as a reminder of the reality of your riches in Christ. Where is it? I remember it says something about...love and obey and coveting and industriousness. What was that song again? "La, La, what's the name of that song?"

Then, we wonder why this empty feeling is in our souls. It is Easter again. I know my sins are gone. I know that my Savior loves me. I know that I am a Christian, but am I cherishing the treasure of Christ that I was reared with.

I was born on the Bayou, so to speak and I own all of the fish in the sea, with my Savior, but I go to the store to buy a ham sandwich. Why not crawfish and potatoes that are in your pantry on the Bayou? Well, blessed Pastor Boice, rest his soul, taught us to fish in the bayou and stop picking up porkchops at the store for a much extra charge. I was blessed and I hope that Evie was too.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Joy comes in the morning?

What a bunch of storms battered us in the night. We could hardly sleep for the loudness of the thunder and hail in places here and there. I told Evie, that the angels are annoyed that we are keeping them waiting for us to complete the FAFSA for her last year. What a chore and we pinkie promised to do it last week, but it was her fault that we missed that appointment over the Facetime to complete it. In any case, we are determined to find the time and the storms we are enduring are a reminder. The wonder of the beauty that the storms are so dark and harrowing is the beauty of the morning after, such occurrences. Not a bit of remembrance of the lightning and thunder, except the wet ground and a bunch of happy birds that they made it through the night. That is our joy, this morning also. We made it through the night. 28 years ago the funeral, always a memory of pain. The sun comes up the next day, anyhow!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.