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.

Bye Ezzy, Enjoy NY

Who is 18?

Guess Who's Home Today?

A pretty Pool Day!

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.

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.

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!