It is 61 degrees in February! I am hooked on NC. This is the most fabulous weather I have ever enjoyed. It is spring and I am going to the store for my seeds for planting. The beauty of the reservoise was breathtaking. I had no idea the slow life could be so healing to the soul. I am enjoying this all and even I am surprised at the sweetness of this move. Thank you, God for good weather!
My heart needed it this week!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
The Comforts of Home
I really hope that as we prepare our homes for the return of our troops we will consider all that they have been through on our account. They have been to the front lines of death and some of them very young. They have seen buddies and children and other cultures and we are ready to welcome them and they are ready to be home.
I don't believe that God will orchestrate their speedy return until our hearts are right and ready to receive them. God is sovereign and He will use all of these means to humble us to accept them home. It is a new day in this country and I don't believe that we will allow the sense of futility that we allowed the past troops to endure. Let us get our hearts and homes ready to accept these fellows and ladies home soon and let us pray to that end and see what God will do. For all of our sakes...
Lets beat our swords into plowshears and build an economy of life and health.
I don't believe that God will orchestrate their speedy return until our hearts are right and ready to receive them. God is sovereign and He will use all of these means to humble us to accept them home. It is a new day in this country and I don't believe that we will allow the sense of futility that we allowed the past troops to endure. Let us get our hearts and homes ready to accept these fellows and ladies home soon and let us pray to that end and see what God will do. For all of our sakes...
Lets beat our swords into plowshears and build an economy of life and health.
Monday, February 26, 2007
The Comforts of Home (dreams of peace)
Mother love!
I looked in a book of Norman Rockwell paintings and saw a woe-be-gone era depicted. WWar drew out beautiful reflections of loving relationships and fond family expressions. Rockwell spoke volumes about the depth of human relating which were known and felt as a result of the long absences and gruesome experiences that war afflicted our nation with at that time.
I was especially touched by the rendering of a mother and soldier son, peeling potatoes. His eyes were fixed on the potatoes, diligently peeling as though the overseer were going to make him repeat the procedure if one peel were in the mix. Her eyes were fixed upon him, lovingly and longingly, as if she would never again let him out of her sight if she could help it.
One glance at that photo of the painting, with my own eldest son just entering puberty and my youngest son, just exiting diapers ( at a ripe old age of 3 ) helped me much in my judgmental attitude about the baby-boomers permissive parenting and the chaotic societal changes that this nation endured as a result. It was as though the eternal mommahood tribunal had gotten together and decided that even if we knew it were for their own good, we would not add to the pain of another son of a mother if his spanking would be on our consciences that we caused him unnecessary pain and he was going to see some of the ghastliest sights and be hurt mercilessly, we would add not another stroke of violence to that emotional decay. I saw the female version of John Mayer’s song Daughter’s in the permissive life we gave them and I understood it. Still not agreeing…
The song of the 70’s
Mommies don’t beat your sonnies,
Your sonnies just came back from war.
Boys become soldiers, who die and see gruesome things.
So, let the government discipline them for service.
We loved so many of them into prison and drug addictions and ineffectiveness so that now the science of effectiveness and “How to” is the title of our lives. Back and forth the pendulum swings and we are now tangled in the strings of public opinion, from permissive to perfectionism and back again. Only God stands above it all. As Christians, we are at least rocked back and forth, if not tossed to and fro by the waves of public opinion…
I looked in a book of Norman Rockwell paintings and saw a woe-be-gone era depicted. WWar drew out beautiful reflections of loving relationships and fond family expressions. Rockwell spoke volumes about the depth of human relating which were known and felt as a result of the long absences and gruesome experiences that war afflicted our nation with at that time.
I was especially touched by the rendering of a mother and soldier son, peeling potatoes. His eyes were fixed on the potatoes, diligently peeling as though the overseer were going to make him repeat the procedure if one peel were in the mix. Her eyes were fixed upon him, lovingly and longingly, as if she would never again let him out of her sight if she could help it.
One glance at that photo of the painting, with my own eldest son just entering puberty and my youngest son, just exiting diapers ( at a ripe old age of 3 ) helped me much in my judgmental attitude about the baby-boomers permissive parenting and the chaotic societal changes that this nation endured as a result. It was as though the eternal mommahood tribunal had gotten together and decided that even if we knew it were for their own good, we would not add to the pain of another son of a mother if his spanking would be on our consciences that we caused him unnecessary pain and he was going to see some of the ghastliest sights and be hurt mercilessly, we would add not another stroke of violence to that emotional decay. I saw the female version of John Mayer’s song Daughter’s in the permissive life we gave them and I understood it. Still not agreeing…
The song of the 70’s
Mommies don’t beat your sonnies,
Your sonnies just came back from war.
Boys become soldiers, who die and see gruesome things.
So, let the government discipline them for service.
We loved so many of them into prison and drug addictions and ineffectiveness so that now the science of effectiveness and “How to” is the title of our lives. Back and forth the pendulum swings and we are now tangled in the strings of public opinion, from permissive to perfectionism and back again. Only God stands above it all. As Christians, we are at least rocked back and forth, if not tossed to and fro by the waves of public opinion…
Saturday, February 24, 2007
frustrated blogger:(
It took me an hour and a half to get into the blog today. I am determined to be disciplined, but this is what always frustrates me. I hardly have that amount of time to spend at anything and I need to fill the dishwasher, yet I am sitting here trying to enter the mysterious world of Blogger. My brain hurts and my husband is now thinking that something is wrong with me for the quizzical look I have on while I am writing today. I must not quit!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Good Morning, I am bountifully blessed.
The sun has not yet come up on this day, and yet, God is good. The old hymn, When Morning Gilds the skies, comes to mind and my heart awaking does cry, "may Jesus Christ be praised". I am afraid that my grumbling and complaining will not give Him glory. I am struggling and fearful and looking to His next provision. Still, the continued cry of my heart is may my Jesus be glorified. I thank Him, this morning that He is not limited by my unbelief or sin. He created this day and it is my privilege to walk into this dark day holding His hand and looking to my Redeemer for fresh courage and grace to meet the challenges that await me and the overwhelming task of being faithful in the tasks that are my minimum daily requirement, namely being a wife and mother.
To my Father in Heaven, I am just His daughter and He is not grading me on my faith, nor my faithfulness. But, great is His faithfulness and because of this fact and reality, I press on.
I am meditating on Psalm 18 this morning, I will love You, O Lord, my strength. I have been weak in my body and in my soul this week and I am admiring that David could look at the unbelief that was his present position and look through it to a time when he would again love the Lord. That is where I am. I will love the Lord, who is strengthening me but as for right now I am grateful that His love is constant and consistent, when mine is slow and faltering.
To my Father in Heaven, I am just His daughter and He is not grading me on my faith, nor my faithfulness. But, great is His faithfulness and because of this fact and reality, I press on.
I am meditating on Psalm 18 this morning, I will love You, O Lord, my strength. I have been weak in my body and in my soul this week and I am admiring that David could look at the unbelief that was his present position and look through it to a time when he would again love the Lord. That is where I am. I will love the Lord, who is strengthening me but as for right now I am grateful that His love is constant and consistent, when mine is slow and faltering.
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