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.

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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.