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

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Baby Ben's 28th Birthday

28 Years and they always look at me crosseyed, all of them when I say it in the house.  Who's birthday is it?  And then they say "oh" and back away from me all day.  It is the most excruciating day of the year.  Birth pains and no one to blame it on.   Mommy griefs.

I have to pray.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

You'll be happy to know that your FaceTime invasion didn't hurt my volume today! LOL

Hi, Gigglebug! You made me laugh, this morning, with your vain self. How do I look? You look perfect, Elyse! Is my hair too old looking? Should I wear it down?, etc., etc. If I had your hair, I would do it up and down and curl it and curl my eyelashes, etc. You think?

Well, You looked great. I am sure that your sweet spirit was more beautiful than anything you could've worn. Stop worrying, you are a beautiful and talented woman, who is glorifying God in her singleness, with a wonderful joy and peace. I am so proud of you!

Don't call me during devotions, though. Or ELSE!:)

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Thanks for our little chat!!!

You make me think of the questions and confusions that baffled me, when I turned 30 and earlier. I am nearly sure that if we cornered Gram, she probably engaged her spiritual directors with as much candor as we have. Its not as accepted in Catholic churches to engage the congregation.

I just remember that my face must have said to Pastors I am listening, but you said that exact statement 347 times and I am sick of hearing the same statement that many times. I listened like a referee at a game with a whistle. "FOUL!", "OUT OF BOUNDS!", "NOT!" I said nothing, but I am sure that my face said it out loud in front and in back of me. Thank God that women are to be silence in the church, and I believed it. I would have been whistling and calling out imperfections in and around the entire establishment.

That was loving submission to my elders, in my life. Like a Moabitess, my tradition was activism. I carried it into my Christendom. My elders were very sympathetic to my struggles and they engaged my questions and my activism and preached peace into my soul. That is the safety of soul that I pray for you and the family that God might give you someday. A group of elders who love your family's soul and who preach the reality of true religion and the victory in Christ that there is when we cast our lot into the Kingdom of Christ.

Learning to find your place of usefulness in the greater expression of the Kingdom, means finding your sense of purpose in the small things. Acting on the small things that are before you prepares and equips you for your greater usefulness.

A young lady who can listen to her mothers in the faith and carry their cares and weights to the throne of grace, with sensitivity and understanding is a very useful thing in any local church. Don't minimize that ministry. Listening for the instructions that come in the quams and anxieties of battleworn women of God is a great blessing to me and any other woman, you might feel called to engage. I am grateful for the vision of continued usefulness that you showed me in the recounting of Mrs. Schisko's prayer pattern. I haven't been able to find the words to express just that, but I knew that the Holy Spirit was saying amen to my heart's expression. I pray for my son's encouragement in this woman dominated season and for my daughter's healing at the disappointment that they have felt. It is beautiful that mothers can say amen to the prayers of other mothers, even twice removed. Thanks sweetiepie. Love, Mommy Not to mention the exciting word picture of you and I as Kanga and Roo, I giggled at that for the rest of the night.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

I really don't like talking on FaceTime.

Dear Eldest Daughter,



This morning I picked at a piece of pecan pie.  I never liked the taste of that growing up.  I didn't grow to like pecan pie until my pregancy with you.   I was working out daily at the spa and I would comfort my palate after a workout and before picking up your father, with a small square of pecan pie that was about 2 inches by 2 inches.  I ended up losing a tooth shortly after that, no small part because the combo of pecan pie and ice chewing destroyed my molars, nearly entirely.  As I taste this delightful delicacy which causes me much reminiscing,  I write missing you.

     I miss you much!  Especially when we are discussing politics.  Your salient and observant comments are a wonderful prod to me, as I pray for our nation.
    Not because your brothers are so private and of few words in their discussions, but because there is detail and candor and ownership in your expressions.  I don't doubt that they love this country, but their perspective is so tainted by public education.
      You really love this country that we live in.   I love it, too.  I am often desirous of starting new someplace else, with the conflicts that come up from time to time.  Not you, you give it your complete heart's love.  God has called us to pray for our nation and to be what we can to make it better, is what I learn when we talk.
    Thank you for giving me a hope that God is more committed to creating a more perfect union than we are to believe in what we say.
   Keep the new Justice nominee in your prayers, please.   I pray that his faith will not fail him as he concentrates on a segment of our government that makes such a difference and as he is held accountable for carrying through on his commitments to his conscience as well as his governing or deciding.   God give him peace and hope that his decisions will be a God glorifying balance to the court.  God grant wisdom to the Senate and Congress as they show maturity in their decision making, as well.
    Come home soon, so we can talk and pray together.  I promise to eat something more nutritious later on in the day;)
                                                    Love, Your Mother

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Bye Bye Biden

Don’t look for me, I am taking the “Peace Train” home! Thank you for reminding me that there are alternate ways to get home. We don't all have to get on the helicopter or the plane. What an honor for the men and women who were “working on the railroad” all the day long. That mode of transportation is sometimes, all but forgotten in the hustle and bustle of cyber-time shifts. We travel at warp speed whenever possible.

 Not Our dear Vice President Biden, who reminded us that sometimes we need to travel the slow way and let every tear line the path we have trodden. I put all of it out there on the court, he seemed to say and win or lose, it is time to cry that the game is over. Perhaps it is time to go fly a kite!

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.