This sweet little bouquet of buds was a gentle reminder of hope for me today. I didn’t expect to see it on the old, neglected apple tree that has appeared lifeless since well before last Winter. As you can see, these tree branches have seen better days. But these branches are from the same tree with the bud bouquet and the photo is taken on the same day that I took the first photo. What is seen depends on theRead more
Posts tagged: #Faith
done
Sometimes “done” means “toast”, fini, over it, give up, surrender. Sometimes “done” means finished, completed, accomplished. Sometimes it might mean both. For me anyway. Maybe sometimes God waits for me to say, I’m done. I can’t. It’s too big. I release it to you. And then…(sometimes only then…) He steps in to complete the work He had begun…and then the beautiful work is truly done, fini, complete, accomplished. Just my two cents for today ❤ Blessings~ Heather “For I am confident ofRead more
…a few thoughts on hurting and healing…
Hurts Deep hurts that aren’t dealt with Can turn into Hate deep hate that infects and infests hearts deep deep into the heart And the healing? Deep healing? It takes ReOpening the hurts, those deep hurts, and feeling and reeling and dealing- then…healing and forgiving …and then living with hearts that hurt and heal and love and feel and in time HOPE Oh my friend– feel, forgive, heal… the hurt is worth the healing Hope is a reality when ourRead more
a hallelujah
So a few days ago I told my husband I was tired of being brave. Yep. Tired of it. I wanted a nap, a respite, and chocolate. I wanted to yell a bit too. And cry. And maybe even tantrum. I did eat chocolate. And I drove pretty fast with the windows down. And I lifted my voice and sang pretty loud and didn’t care who heard. And the cool thing is, I know who heard. He always does. AndRead more
In the moment
In the quiet of this moment Oh my friend be still and know there is grace to live this moment To hold on and to let go In the quiet of this moment May your heart find strength to see Deepest beauty Amidst deep sorrow Oh how joy can walk with grief For in the moment in the quiet May the love that IS -surround Surround you and your sweet mom with the love that is profound Deeper, higher, wider,Read more
in the quiet
Just a thought: Sometimes, those who are most wise are the most quiet when trying to answer the hardest “why?s” In a world full of words, sometimes wisdom comes clothed in the quiet…or even…silence. Learning that.Read more
Make the Brownies
Make the brownies sing the songs Say the words and right the wrongs Laugh out loud and smile much Encourage folks reach out and touch Grab a hand Make the call Send the text Breathe through it all Read the stories Study, learn Share the glory Take your turn Hike the mountains Walk the trails Skip around and ride the rails Share the journey Swing real high Look out for the other guy Smell the flowers Ride the waves CountRead more
in the in between
In the basement In the deep end In the cellar of my soul In the basement In the deep end There’s a fear that grips, controls In the darkness there’s a battle I must fight And fight to win But the irony, the beauty, –can it come in the surrender? Surrender? oh surrender… to relinquish and to see It’s accepting, not rejecting- With great courage, comes great peace In the stopping, in the hearing, In the ground beneath my feetRead more
Stubborn Little Hyacinth
Stubborn Little Hyacinth Peeking through the soil Resilient little perennial It’s been a year of toil Yes it may show up in the blooms This year, so scant and slight But beautiful little Hyacinth You made it to the light!! (And that was no small fight!) Stubborn little Hyacinth I feel a bit like you Am hopeful that the resilient beauty I’ll see in me like I see it in you. Beautiful, Lovely Hyacinth What a gift you are toRead more
Bare
Sometimes when everything else is stripped away, we can see a little clearer. I drive by these woods every day, sometimes multiple times. But for most of the year, I can’t see the morning sun. It’s only in the winter months, when the leaves have fallen and the trees are left bare that I can see through the gray of the trees to the warm glow of that rising orb in the sky. I’m thinking sometimes in life, when thingsRead more
soletusknow 