My thoughts and prayers for all children of Mexico, family members, and also those that have been affected by the harshness of the hurricanes.
And this is the confidence which we have before Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us..
1 John 5:14
in my daddy’s arms i am fine
secure from what, i think is mine
i am not quite two
and can’t make wise decisions
on what i should do
so i will wait until i am three
and in the meantime i will rest
in arms that hold me close and best..
It’s time for the Daily Post’s, weekly photo challenge of Security
Yesterday, while I was working, I noticed that as I walked on the linoleum, a clip-clopping sound came from one shoe. I didn’t bother to investigate and ended up trying to tip toe when I walked, because it was noisy. Weeks ago, the bottom part of one of the heels came off, most likely due to the fact, that I wear them often. It was not until I got home, that I discovered that the cap had come off, and I was bummed out. They are worn and comfy and the stitching around them is still in tact. I park at a certain location at work, and I figured that it could have come off either in the parking lot, or perhaps while I was crossing the street. This morning while at church a young woman sat near me. I noticed her very nice looking black boots and mentioned that to her. I shared my little saga about my favorite shoes and told her that my hubby the all purpose repair man, had gorilla glued one of the heels, but that the cap had come off once again. I thought that I was going to have to retire the shoes. Lo and behold, when I got home after church, the repair man showed me my shoes. He found the missing part near the neighborhood mailboxes. I was amazed… and so happy. When the glue is dry, they will be good to go for hopefully many more miles. The point of this short story is the fact that my husband found the missing cap. It is my belief that God, is a very personal Father. There are no details in our lives, that He is unaware of, because nothing is hidden from His view. He often surprises us, with simple little gifts that are sometimes mind-boggling. He reveals His love in this manner, and it tells me that He is thinking of me.
I did not have the understanding about this piano until I spoke to the young man playing and singing. Please read here about the pianos that were dispersed throughout the City of Corvallis for a Music Festival. As I observed this young father, he was very relaxed as he played.
The theme for Texture Tuesday is Free and Easy. For many of us summer days are fleeting and soon children will be starting school. Vacation time is over and its time to get back to reading, writing and arithmetic.
I am a little late for Free Write Friday. And now after I have mulled it over in my mind, my heart can reveal its contents. Even now as I write my heart swells..and brings me to tears the importance of being grateful. As I turn back the pages of my life’s chapters, there are some missing pages. Those are memories that caused sadness…the earthly father that I did not get to know…He would never know of the huge void I had in my heart, because I didn’t have a daddy’s lap to sit on, I would never hear him say” I love you. ” Alcohol played a big part in his life..I didn’t experience a father’s love. When I was a child my mother permitted some people to pick my sister and I up and take us to church. The details are all very vague and I only remember that it was a small building and white. It had brown wooden pews and I do remember that they used flannel boards. Over the years I had other experiences being in church, but never with my parents. I don’t believe that gratitude comes naturally. I think we are born with expectations and wants and grow up thinking that we deserve or are entitled to have. Life’s struggles are what shape us. Being resentful and holding a grudge is only damaging to our well being. Life’s challenges are meant to build character. Some use excuses for their struggles and end up being bitter and maybe develop a chip on their shoulders. As I got older I didn’t know what unconditional love was. It was not until I encountered the love of God and as I allowed Him to minister to my wounded soul I was on my way to understanding unconditional love. It has taken many years to grasp all of this. Layers of guilt, shame, unforgiveness, and so much more eventually began to peel off. Layer by layer. Learning to forgive myself, learning to love and forgive others. It all came with a price. Each day represents new beginnings, new encounters, learning, growth and now gratitude is so very vital and so very natural to begin each day with “Thank You”…. Nothing Missing, Nothing Broken..
We have had a full and overflowing kind of weekend. All five of my senses got to really kick in to taste, see, hear, feel and touch in a different manner. We are not one’s to venture too far or too often from home. Having four cats, does not make it easy for us to be away for lengthy periods of time. The wedding that I have been talking about for several months took place on Saturday. Our experience of staying in a beach community was delightful. We were just minutes away from the beach and there were all kinds of specialty food choices. If it had not been for my walking I surely could have come home pounds heavier. I don’t know how Anthony Bourdain manages to keep his weight down, but, I most certainly would have major issues with the scale if I traveled the world sampling food. Today, I have been basking in a state of images in my mind. Maybe kind of looking like this Sea Lion as it chills and perhaps is mulling over the days events.
All the images, as I see them, are as a patchwork quilt. Different colors from the sunsets, the blue of the ocean, the tan of the sandy beach, the vast colors of life. My husband’s little girl, in his eyes, only, became a Mrs., and her dream wedding was picture perfect and just as she had planned and hoped for.
Pretty bride Lesley with her father
A very happy Mr and Mrs..