It was hot, too hot, and after getting my eight loaves of home made bread to the point of rising in the pans I wasn’t liking the idea of heating up the stove to cook supper. My man ran out for pizza, the five bucks hot and ready kind, and those of us who waved to him in joyous farewell where bursting with grins on the front step.
All posts in Feeling It (Thankful)
32 and Counting
I have made a big change this year. I am going to be willing and open to help, ready and available for healing, and always ready to fertilize hopefulness. Brave, for me, has been redefined, no longer does it mean a strong stance and serious face, but a thankful stance and an honest face.
Labour
Four times I had been to this part of the hospital. Four times, and yet it wasn’t all that familiar. My memories where blurred with the nervous energy of a mother in pain; a mother in labour. This time I took in it all, all but the pain. My memories of this birth will forever be sharper then the birth of my very own babies.
The Island
Wild horses couldn’t tear me away. This thought lingered in my heart as I drove away from my childhood home once again. A summer visit of great significance, things were different this vacation. I witnessed the knitting of the north to my eldest two’s souls; and realized with their connection made, I was even more bound to this land, in as much as is possible while on this temporal earth.
Something New
Yup, this is the new blog… under construction, that should be pretty evident. I want to welcome those who have popped or linked over because of my little blurb on facebook.
Contacts
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| (Contacts mean sunglasses, and sunglasses mean WAY less migraines, which means I am happily out doors more!) |
And the contact adventures continue! I ran into too many snags getting my first order from Costco, as had been the plan, so I went with the wonderful shop that sold me the new glasses and shades I am enjoying. No fuss and in no time they had my first six months worth for me.
Our Advocate
Tonight I partook in a special service about the ascension of Christ. Although it is a traditional Thursday night service, that has been celebrated by the organized church for a long time, this is my first time attending such a service. The gathering of the Body tonight reminded me of my awe; awe at the fact that we have an advocate before the all consuming fire we call God.
Belated Mother’s Day Post
We have never pushed holiday celebration around here, but now our children are old enough to plan things. We have little choice but to let them spoil us on Mothers Day and Fathers Day.
Thirty Something
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Turning thirty did make a difference… at least for this lady… I am well over thirty now. Looking back I had no idea it would change anything, which is a naive thought because everything changes things… every day brings change and just breathing means you are growing, changing and lets face it… aging.
I was thrilled with the hope that I would suddenly be taken more seriously, once I left the 20s behind… ironically much the same feeling I had as I left my teens behind… now I realize the whole ‘taken seriously’ thing is pride and I don’t want to be too serious about life or I will not age gracefully.
Age gracefully… oh… that has been my plan the whole time I was young… now I took off my glasses and could see myself clearly for the first time since childhood (thanks to contacts) and realised age had been sneaking up on me as it does everyone else… only mine had been hiding behind some dark frames…and I hadn’t noticed for a long time. The initial realisation had me teary and I was horrified at my human, and very womanly, response. I was worried mostly that others would notice, and be as shocked at the change as me, and perhaps be unhappy with me.
Beauty fades if it is just a skin deep thing.
Obviously some insecurities where rubbed a little raw as I glanced, through contacts, at the over thirty me.
I alone can decide how I am going to react to aging…
Had a good look at my children. Looking them in the eyes (their beautiful sparkling young eyes) I decided I have to be mom first. Would I ever stand for my daughters seeing their beauty as only skin deep? Or my boys overly worrying about their short lived handsome features? When I behold my loved ones all I want is for them to find eternal beauty in the potters hands… so…
I remembered how I have ALWAYS had an abundance of grace toward my mothers looks, almost romanticism… she has and always will be beautiful!
Contemplated the stunning ladies who have mentored me and written on my heart. Most where elderly when I knew them, skin deep beauty had faded to a story of life lived on their skin. Their secret wasn’t cosmetic surgery but eyes still sparkling with love, life and passion. They had hearts ablaze for Christ and so they oozed fruits of the spirit…
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
meekness, self-control; against such there is no law.
~Galatians 5:22&23 (ASV)~
meekness, self-control; against such there is no law.
~Galatians 5:22&23 (ASV)~
… fruits of the Spirit… something/someone that can’t be bottled and sold… except perhaps bottled into our hearts… as long as we invite Christ’s Spirit to flow in our lives, he will be there to transform us into true and ageless beauty!
But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord the Spirit.
~2 Corinthians 3:18 (ASV)~
TTFN
Jewelry Box
The other day a friend was chatting about how her girl friend had had all her jewelry taken in a home invasion. None of it was of great value, except to her, and she was so upset since it wouldn’t add up to much for them anyhow. She had expressed how each piece had memories for her, and there in was her sorrow.
My jewelry box is full, but all items hold little ‘cash value’. I really like hand made or wooden pieces. Colorful stones or beads win over diamonds or jewels every time for me.
I was able to understand her feelings as I have stories attached to each piece. When I put on the earrings Grandma Smith used to wear I remember her. The pieces my husband picked out carry fuzzy feelings with them as I wear them.. The necklace in the above photo is worthy of a photograph BECAUSE my sister made it for me.
The end of the tale told was advice to HIDE even your cheep jewelry and I decided that just didn’t connect with me. As much as I enjoy my accessories they aren’t something I need to fear and fret for…
While you can’t replace even the cheapest of jewelry, if it holds memories, you can have and make more memories with the people that have left their mark on your earrings or necklaces. More cheep jewelry can be given and receive by the people you love, reflecting the new memories made. The only thing of real value in this world, that absolutely can not be replaced in any acceptable way is YOUR PEOPLE.
I am thankful for the lingering effect that my Grandmother has had on me, the continuing growth my husband builds onto my soul and the eternal change Christ’s love has given my spirit.
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| (My sister also made this shell & bead jewelry set, for me!) |
TTFN
