Sunday, June 15, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Tulips
I've long enjoyed the tulip. I remember them from the home I grew up in and the Pella, Iowa tulip festival. After Garrison died they grew to become an even more favorite flower for me. I have always loved Spring and the promise of new life after a cold and dreary Winter.
Tulips have a very short lived blooming season. Long after the bulbs are planted they go on to survive Winter, no matter how harsh. Then, they peak through the Spring soil. They have such sharp and bright colors--I'm guessing other flowers must envy the beauty and brilliance they possess.
This week, as I served at a funeral of a young man from our church, I was reminded of the frailty of life. I noticed that some of the flower arrangements had tulips in them. I thought again of this special flower--one which lasts only a short time, but while it is in bloom, it is such a sight to behold.
My journalism teacher in High School used to say, "Bloom where you are planted." I've always thought that to mean that one should glorify the Lord no matter where or in what situation God has you. Young people should not die. It just isn't the natural order of things. I'd like to think that their blooming seasons are ones that are extraordinarily brilliant because they were cut way too short.
I'd like to believe that there are tulips in Heaven. But, in the end does it really matter? The one I can hardly wait to hold in my arms will be there and that is what matters.
I've long enjoyed the tulip. I remember them from the home I grew up in and the Pella, Iowa tulip festival. After Garrison died they grew to become an even more favorite flower for me. I have always loved Spring and the promise of new life after a cold and dreary Winter.
Tulips have a very short lived blooming season. Long after the bulbs are planted they go on to survive Winter, no matter how harsh. Then, they peak through the Spring soil. They have such sharp and bright colors--I'm guessing other flowers must envy the beauty and brilliance they possess.
This week, as I served at a funeral of a young man from our church, I was reminded of the frailty of life. I noticed that some of the flower arrangements had tulips in them. I thought again of this special flower--one which lasts only a short time, but while it is in bloom, it is such a sight to behold.
My journalism teacher in High School used to say, "Bloom where you are planted." I've always thought that to mean that one should glorify the Lord no matter where or in what situation God has you. Young people should not die. It just isn't the natural order of things. I'd like to think that their blooming seasons are ones that are extraordinarily brilliant because they were cut way too short.
I'd like to believe that there are tulips in Heaven. But, in the end does it really matter? The one I can hardly wait to hold in my arms will be there and that is what matters.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Doors...
I've find myself in a season of missing Garrison. I think I am mourning that adult to adult relationship that we can't have. The end/beginning of the school year has a way of doing that for me. I also see Grant stepping into adulthood and some of the same personality traits that he and Mark share. I miss that connection that Garrison and I shared of being first-borns.
We find ourselves at a new chapter in Grant's life. Autism and childhood is a different world than autism and adulthood. Grant shared that Mark and I were his best friends the other day. While I love him with all my heart, I want him to have that connection with peers. The social world can be a struggle for Grant--it was in his school years and continues to be now. I wonder at times if that is why he has such a love of Acting. Things make sense. This is my line, that is your line and now we sing a song.....
I was reminded last night of one of my favorite sounds. The sound of the door closing when your child returns home. I remember that with Garrison coming home from work or a date--all is well now--we are all under the same roof. I can rest easy. Last night Grant got a ride home from "Joseph's" director and husband...his first door click at age 19...
It brought about the thought of when we return home to God...does He hear that door/gate open and close and think--Ahhh, my child is safely home. At 19, for Garrison, his door on earth closed and opened in Heaven. How I wish he was here with us, but since he isn't, glory to God that he is in the best HOME ever.
Now to help Grant navigate the door that leads to the world...can't say that I know what lies on the other side and what the time-frame will look like for him. I just trust that the same Lord who holds one son in heaven, holds the other son in his arms on Earth.
We find ourselves at a new chapter in Grant's life. Autism and childhood is a different world than autism and adulthood. Grant shared that Mark and I were his best friends the other day. While I love him with all my heart, I want him to have that connection with peers. The social world can be a struggle for Grant--it was in his school years and continues to be now. I wonder at times if that is why he has such a love of Acting. Things make sense. This is my line, that is your line and now we sing a song.....
I was reminded last night of one of my favorite sounds. The sound of the door closing when your child returns home. I remember that with Garrison coming home from work or a date--all is well now--we are all under the same roof. I can rest easy. Last night Grant got a ride home from "Joseph's" director and husband...his first door click at age 19...
It brought about the thought of when we return home to God...does He hear that door/gate open and close and think--Ahhh, my child is safely home. At 19, for Garrison, his door on earth closed and opened in Heaven. How I wish he was here with us, but since he isn't, glory to God that he is in the best HOME ever.
Now to help Grant navigate the door that leads to the world...can't say that I know what lies on the other side and what the time-frame will look like for him. I just trust that the same Lord who holds one son in heaven, holds the other son in his arms on Earth.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Sow, Sew, So...
I have really been struck this week by 2 different quotes:
This one I saw on a friends Facebook page:
What you allow is what will continue.
This one on the page in a Bible:
Romans 6:7 "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows."
What am I sowing? Thank goodness--it's not sewing--all sewing skill genes are in the shallow end of my pool.(A hot glue gun shouldn't count for sewing in my case.) My grand-mother, mom and aunts can sew---me no SO much.....
I love the many illustrations of sowing from the Bible---also having farmers and gardeners in my family again,.... me--not SO much.
James 3:18 "Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness." So, what is my problem? Why do I seem to live as though if I sow contention and strife that my garden will yield righteousness? If I'm not sowing patience and kindness how in the world do I expect a great crop to come forth?!?
SO what?....I have a choice in what I sow---it can be greed, envy, bitterness--that is up to me. I'd much prefer a garden that people would like to see--one NOT full of weeds, rocks, thorns...I'm just sayin...
This one I saw on a friends Facebook page:
What you allow is what will continue.
This one on the page in a Bible:
Romans 6:7 "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows."
What am I sowing? Thank goodness--it's not sewing--all sewing skill genes are in the shallow end of my pool.(A hot glue gun shouldn't count for sewing in my case.) My grand-mother, mom and aunts can sew---me no SO much.....
I love the many illustrations of sowing from the Bible---also having farmers and gardeners in my family again,.... me--not SO much.
James 3:18 "Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness." So, what is my problem? Why do I seem to live as though if I sow contention and strife that my garden will yield righteousness? If I'm not sowing patience and kindness how in the world do I expect a great crop to come forth?!?
SO what?....I have a choice in what I sow---it can be greed, envy, bitterness--that is up to me. I'd much prefer a garden that people would like to see--one NOT full of weeds, rocks, thorns...I'm just sayin...
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Aren't they adorable?!?
Kids say the darndest things.....Well darn it--one of them did today...
Got the privilege of reading with a group of kids at school. After they'd finish reading they can take a quiz on the computer that tests their comprehension skills. Of course I had to go to the "when I was a girl speech of we didn't have computers." Wide-eyed they were astounded, "REALLY--what did you have?" "Well, paper and pencils." One youngin' spoke up, "They didn't have any FUN. It was the OLD DAYS!" I would have to disagree with her statement...but I let it go!
What did impress them though was when I told them about our fire drills at school. We jumped out the window. They wanted to know how tall the school was and didn't you get hurt a lot etc....in reality we didn't have far to jump and playing on the playground had to be much more hazardous, I'm sure. After all, we did have to cross the street to get there. But alas, I can just hear some of the boys at supper tonight--Mrs. Ringenberg jumped off her school when she was my age and they had a fire-drill...you can't make this stuff up-- I'm just sayin'...
Got the privilege of reading with a group of kids at school. After they'd finish reading they can take a quiz on the computer that tests their comprehension skills. Of course I had to go to the "when I was a girl speech of we didn't have computers." Wide-eyed they were astounded, "REALLY--what did you have?" "Well, paper and pencils." One youngin' spoke up, "They didn't have any FUN. It was the OLD DAYS!" I would have to disagree with her statement...but I let it go!
What did impress them though was when I told them about our fire drills at school. We jumped out the window. They wanted to know how tall the school was and didn't you get hurt a lot etc....in reality we didn't have far to jump and playing on the playground had to be much more hazardous, I'm sure. After all, we did have to cross the street to get there. But alas, I can just hear some of the boys at supper tonight--Mrs. Ringenberg jumped off her school when she was my age and they had a fire-drill...you can't make this stuff up-- I'm just sayin'...
Monday, September 17, 2012
Reason 527 to NOT stack dishes in the sink...
My brother and I have a saying we use often in our phone conversations, "You can't make this stuff up!" Tonight held one of those moments...
Since Friday we have been going about 100 miles an hour in several different directions, packing up our house, throwing out stuff we shouldn't have moved 10 months ago, making good on a promised ou of town book sale to Grant, going to a Rehearsal Dinner, Mark singing in a wedding, having a blast at said wedding reception and staying up later than we usually do, starting an exercise program with my son who has been on you all summer to do a 10 minute workout with him.....SO, being the great house-wife that I am I needed to get dishes out of the sink and into the dishwasher....I am certain that this terrible continual pattern I seem to have is at the top of Mark's pet-peeve list--leaving dishes in the sink and not doing something with them.
PERHAPS and just perhaps I learned my lesson; when I got to the bottom of the pile....there was a FROG--yes you read that correctly---frog---what I think happened was that I brought in a planter that was outside and hangs on the house with live plants that I put in water. I have seen frogs in it before--the planter is greenish and frogs can really blend in with this particular shade...Mark heard the distress in my voice and came quickly to my aid! We had a great laugh over this. But, I also remarked later, "I think this thing has been in here since Saturday" Can't tell you how thankful I am that this little critter was NOT on the disposal side--he is safe to hop another day. Just sayin'...
Since Friday we have been going about 100 miles an hour in several different directions, packing up our house, throwing out stuff we shouldn't have moved 10 months ago, making good on a promised ou of town book sale to Grant, going to a Rehearsal Dinner, Mark singing in a wedding, having a blast at said wedding reception and staying up later than we usually do, starting an exercise program with my son who has been on you all summer to do a 10 minute workout with him.....SO, being the great house-wife that I am I needed to get dishes out of the sink and into the dishwasher....I am certain that this terrible continual pattern I seem to have is at the top of Mark's pet-peeve list--leaving dishes in the sink and not doing something with them.
PERHAPS and just perhaps I learned my lesson; when I got to the bottom of the pile....there was a FROG--yes you read that correctly---frog---what I think happened was that I brought in a planter that was outside and hangs on the house with live plants that I put in water. I have seen frogs in it before--the planter is greenish and frogs can really blend in with this particular shade...Mark heard the distress in my voice and came quickly to my aid! We had a great laugh over this. But, I also remarked later, "I think this thing has been in here since Saturday" Can't tell you how thankful I am that this little critter was NOT on the disposal side--he is safe to hop another day. Just sayin'...
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Remembering Garrison...
Yesterday(9/10) was National Suicide Prevention day and of course, as Americans we will forever remember today(9/11). While I knew no one personally that suffered and died that day, my heart aches for their families. I do know someone quite personally who committed suicide because I gave birth to him. To even wrap my mind around the many families who continue to live life without their loved ones is just heart breaking to contemplate. We continue to ache and feel the loss of Garrison. It continues to be a blessing to us as people share things about him with us. Sure we might cry--but we do because we realize the love and impact he had on others.
Last week a dear friend reminded me of the visionary that he was. Yesterday as we were packing up our home, we came across papers from High School. He was spot on about many things in Economics and Politics.(This was 6 or 7 years ago) Did people always agree with Garrison's view-points? No! But one thing I admired about my son is that he was not afraid to express them. I will never forget the night that Matthew (Ryan) Woods stayed overnight in Junior High and he and Garrison were practicing apologetics...that was my boy!
Love your family today--squeeze them a little tighter as you hug them good-bye--tell them what you appreciate about them. I never knew that my last phone conversation with Garrison 4/3/2009 would end with my last words to him--"I love you, Bye!"
Last week a dear friend reminded me of the visionary that he was. Yesterday as we were packing up our home, we came across papers from High School. He was spot on about many things in Economics and Politics.(This was 6 or 7 years ago) Did people always agree with Garrison's view-points? No! But one thing I admired about my son is that he was not afraid to express them. I will never forget the night that Matthew (Ryan) Woods stayed overnight in Junior High and he and Garrison were practicing apologetics...that was my boy!
Love your family today--squeeze them a little tighter as you hug them good-bye--tell them what you appreciate about them. I never knew that my last phone conversation with Garrison 4/3/2009 would end with my last words to him--"I love you, Bye!"
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Risky Business and no, this has nothing to do with Tom Cruise!!!
Father God--I praise you that your word is always timely---with the billions of people here on Earth, Your Precious Word is available and applicable... from 8/24/12 Our Daily Bread
"Deception is nothing new. Jesus described satan as one who 'does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him..for he is a liar and the father of it' " (John 8:44)
Friday's devotion ended with these words: There are two voices telling us where to invest our lives. It's risky business to follow the wrong one. AMEN!
Do you want to know the sad truth--I didn't read this until 8/26/12...had I been timely, this words would have been quite healing for what was a difficult day....why do I continue to be stupid on a regular basis?!?!?
The final footnote on this page: If we hold on to God's truth, we won't be trapped by Satan's lies.
Words to live by, dear ones...I'm just sayin.....
"Deception is nothing new. Jesus described satan as one who 'does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him..for he is a liar and the father of it' " (John 8:44)
Friday's devotion ended with these words: There are two voices telling us where to invest our lives. It's risky business to follow the wrong one. AMEN!
Do you want to know the sad truth--I didn't read this until 8/26/12...had I been timely, this words would have been quite healing for what was a difficult day....why do I continue to be stupid on a regular basis?!?!?
The final footnote on this page: If we hold on to God's truth, we won't be trapped by Satan's lies.
Words to live by, dear ones...I'm just sayin.....
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
At my school again....
Sung to the tune of: On The Road Again.. "At my school again, I'm back at my favorite school again, In the classroom, lunch-room, black-top, sometimes gym, So glad to see the Jefferson Jets again!"
I'm trying to come up with a kid-friendly version of When You're a Jet...from West Side Story..that's going to take a little longer...give me a day or two--after I stop putting my feet up and my head on a pillow after school! (And going to bed before the sun does...) Any youth I once felt, somehow gets left on the playground and doesn't come home with me--but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I am blessed to be working with my husband again at Jefferson Elementary--although that may be short-lived as he has finished his Praxis in Business Ed and should be snatched up anytime soon by a great regional High School!
In the meantime--we will get used to being on our feet all day, wearing sensible shoes and granting grace to one another as we come home dog-tired, but with smiles on our faces...
Go volunteer at your local elementary school....you will understand...I'm just sayin'...
I'm trying to come up with a kid-friendly version of When You're a Jet...from West Side Story..that's going to take a little longer...give me a day or two--after I stop putting my feet up and my head on a pillow after school! (And going to bed before the sun does...) Any youth I once felt, somehow gets left on the playground and doesn't come home with me--but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I am blessed to be working with my husband again at Jefferson Elementary--although that may be short-lived as he has finished his Praxis in Business Ed and should be snatched up anytime soon by a great regional High School!
In the meantime--we will get used to being on our feet all day, wearing sensible shoes and granting grace to one another as we come home dog-tired, but with smiles on our faces...
Go volunteer at your local elementary school....you will understand...I'm just sayin'...
Sunday, July 15, 2012
G.oing O.n P.urposefully...
from "If You Ask Me(And of Course You Won't) by Betty White
"If you've ever lost a loved one, or witnessed it, you can't help but see that the body
is an envelope for the letter." A verse from my devotions that week: Psalm 139:16b "All
the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."
Also couldn't help but think of John 1:1 "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word
was with God, and the Word was God."
I've become increasingly aware that I don't know what the experience of having a child that
has graduated from college is like. 2012 was "out there" for a long time thinking of both Garrison and Grant being graduates--Garrison from college and Grant from High School. ( I remember as a teen thinking-wow in 2000 I'll be OLD--35--perspective y'all.)
Mark and I both went through a time this Spring as Garrison's classmates-were graduating, getting married and having babies that we grieved in a new way. Certainly we were happy for these young ones, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some pain as well.
My memory bank holds this snippet of conversation while our family was in the car one Saturday afternoon. It must have been around the time that Garrison turned 9. I said something like *Garrison-you are 9--we're half way through...* and Garrison quipped *Yeah mom, you're half way to getting rid of me...*
A couple things run through my mind as I reflect on this 1) Time on car-trips with the fam is a blessing. We've had some great, silly, intense, upsetting, deeply heart-felt talks in the car. 2) If I think about it too much that empty 4th seat just makes me cry. 3) 9 and a half should not be middle-age.
We thank you Lord that our lives were so rich and so blessed to have Garrison for the time that we did. If he cannot be this side of Heaven, I'm blessed to know that he is safe with his Heavenly Father.
***Parents, I know that raising children is a demanding, tiring sometimes down-right ugly and messy adventure--in the midst of it be thankful for what God has trusted you with.***
Remember this:
Psalm 27: 13-14: "I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the the land of the living. Wait for the Lord: be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." His Word is just sayin....
"If you've ever lost a loved one, or witnessed it, you can't help but see that the body
is an envelope for the letter." A verse from my devotions that week: Psalm 139:16b "All
the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."
Also couldn't help but think of John 1:1 "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word
was with God, and the Word was God."
I've become increasingly aware that I don't know what the experience of having a child that
has graduated from college is like. 2012 was "out there" for a long time thinking of both Garrison and Grant being graduates--Garrison from college and Grant from High School. ( I remember as a teen thinking-wow in 2000 I'll be OLD--35--perspective y'all.)
Mark and I both went through a time this Spring as Garrison's classmates-were graduating, getting married and having babies that we grieved in a new way. Certainly we were happy for these young ones, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some pain as well.
My memory bank holds this snippet of conversation while our family was in the car one Saturday afternoon. It must have been around the time that Garrison turned 9. I said something like *Garrison-you are 9--we're half way through...* and Garrison quipped *Yeah mom, you're half way to getting rid of me...*
A couple things run through my mind as I reflect on this 1) Time on car-trips with the fam is a blessing. We've had some great, silly, intense, upsetting, deeply heart-felt talks in the car. 2) If I think about it too much that empty 4th seat just makes me cry. 3) 9 and a half should not be middle-age.
We thank you Lord that our lives were so rich and so blessed to have Garrison for the time that we did. If he cannot be this side of Heaven, I'm blessed to know that he is safe with his Heavenly Father.
***Parents, I know that raising children is a demanding, tiring sometimes down-right ugly and messy adventure--in the midst of it be thankful for what God has trusted you with.***
Remember this:
Psalm 27: 13-14: "I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the the land of the living. Wait for the Lord: be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." His Word is just sayin....
Saturday, June 30, 2012
24, 25, 26......
After about 27 takes--finally got the shot we were after.
It reminds me though of my walk with God. There are days
I can find at least 26 ways to do something wrong. Doing
things God's way-always leads to success. So, thankful
for God's grace and mercy which is new each morning.
Life with God is Picture Perfect....I'm just sayin...
Friday, June 29, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
CARE MORE
So--it's been awhile... guess I was just "not" sayin...
In the past few weeks I've even done some pen to paper journaling--so blessed by that--shout out to Sue Kubley--for giving me a journal. It's a great way to look at what God has done--to see what he brings you through and reflect on HIS glory.
6/3/12 Devotion "Careless Speech" (Our Daily Bread)
I was reflecting on the title for this particular devotional entry this morning. Why can't I have "Caremore" speech. I need to care more about what comes out of my mouth and care less about sharing my thoughts on whatever. Does it really matter and am I glorifying God by it? Perhaps what brought this earlier devotion to mind was today's. The scripture reading is from Matthew 26 where Jesus is being questioned by the high priest. In this hostile enviroment, Jesus chose silence. Why do I choose to spout off whatever comes to mind most of the time---ugh?!?
Today Lord-help me to CAREMORE about you-your character-reflecting that and honoring you with my lips.
I'm just sayin OR I'm just NOT sayin...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Blessings--
One day I'll learn to post these together-but today is not that day.
A friend at church asked if I had ever heard this song and then promptly went to her car and let me borrow the cd. I hope you are blessed by Laura Story's "blessings"...
Over the last several months I had not been feeling well. Not physically--but emotionally...For whatever reason I decided to stay in this place. I thought somehow maybe it could make me empathize with Garrison--the hopelessness he felt, the belief that life is not going to get any better. As I've started to recover, why would I chose this? My husband and friends suggested I get help and gently reminded me. My husband shared that I would suggest to others in the state I was to go and get help. And yet, I decided to stay in this pit. One friend suggested I write in my blog and I told her--I have no words. When asked about counseling, my reply was the same--I have no idea what to say. Enough was enough and my husband scheduled an appointment. And I really didn't have a lot of words--a lot of tears-but not many words--but it was a start. I realize now the irony now of a blog titled, I'm just saying...and I could say nothing. My pattern in life has been if I am able to write--to express how I feel (instead of being angry, bitter or sad and stuffing those feelings) then life feels right to me. I am glad to say that through counseling and a med change my life is on the mend.
This song has blessed me and reminded me of God's love and faithfulness--they are constant--even when we don't know how to feel them. I'm just sayin'...
A friend at church asked if I had ever heard this song and then promptly went to her car and let me borrow the cd. I hope you are blessed by Laura Story's "blessings"...
Over the last several months I had not been feeling well. Not physically--but emotionally...For whatever reason I decided to stay in this place. I thought somehow maybe it could make me empathize with Garrison--the hopelessness he felt, the belief that life is not going to get any better. As I've started to recover, why would I chose this? My husband and friends suggested I get help and gently reminded me. My husband shared that I would suggest to others in the state I was to go and get help. And yet, I decided to stay in this pit. One friend suggested I write in my blog and I told her--I have no words. When asked about counseling, my reply was the same--I have no idea what to say. Enough was enough and my husband scheduled an appointment. And I really didn't have a lot of words--a lot of tears-but not many words--but it was a start. I realize now the irony now of a blog titled, I'm just saying...and I could say nothing. My pattern in life has been if I am able to write--to express how I feel (instead of being angry, bitter or sad and stuffing those feelings) then life feels right to me. I am glad to say that through counseling and a med change my life is on the mend.
This song has blessed me and reminded me of God's love and faithfulness--they are constant--even when we don't know how to feel them. I'm just sayin'...
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Ready to turn the page...
I am ready for February to be over. I had a bad dream last night. What adds insult to injury is that I was up around 2:30/3:00-did the: do I stay up and have coffee,do stuff?/ had half a cup and decided my body needed rest at 4:15. I can have some pretty intense, emotion-filled dreams. This one concerned me crying over the loss of Garrison. Yesterday's original blog-post really was more of a conversation with God and I ended up pushing the wrong button and losing it--it took me through His word and the joy of his promises and it was balm for the pain of our loss. So then last evening Garrison's friend showed up at our doorstep. He was in town, home from college for a quick visit. He shared with me that his grandmother passed away the beginning of this month. He was very close to her. There was no funeral/memorial service. He mentioned that her body has been cremated. I asked if he had ever seen what the ashes look like. He said that he hadn't and I then offered to showed him Garrison's ashes. It was one of those surreal moments. When you touch cremains there seems to be a fair amount that remains on your hands. After all-- it is bone and flesh coming in contact. So, my dream dealt with being told to stop the grieving process--suck it up--dry those tears. Those words are like a death sentence to a melancholy like me. My body did rest, but my mind was filled with this troubling dream. The dream ended with a scene from a place in New Hampshire where another friend of Garrison's has gone and is returning to for help. Garrison so enjoyed nature and in my dream it was Autumn--his favorite time of year. When my soul is troubled I like to open our hymnal and dig through it for comfort. I opened to My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less--it provided spiritual rest for my weary mind. Thank you, Lord. March is around the corner--I'm just sayin...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Spring is around the corner--Part One...
It's been a difficult month. We didn't start out the month living Romans 12:12--Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Instead the inside of our hearts and home reflected being hateful in despair, impatient in blessing and faithless in fellowship with God. Not a very nice picture. You know that you have let satan dupe you once again when you hear the sage advice of your 17 year old tell you, "Maybe your marital problems have to do with the way the two of you communicate--Glory to God that His mercies are new each morning! I'm just sayin...
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