Beside my cottage door it grows,
The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,
A sweet briar rose.
At dewy mourn or twilight’s close,
The rarest perfume from it flows,
This strange wild rose.
But when the rain-drops on it beat,
Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,
About my feet.
Offtimes with loving tenderness,
Its soft green leaves I gently press,
In sweet caress.
A still more wondrous fragrance flows
The more my fingers close
And crush the rose.
Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so
Its perfume when tempests blow,
The sweeter flow.
And should it be Thy blessed will,
With crushing grief my soul to fill,
Press harder still.
And while its dying fragrance flows
I’ll whisper low, He loves me and knows
His crushed briar rose.
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I consider going to a fabric store to be on my top ten to do list. I love how the warmth of the different kinds of fabric, the yarn and all of the notions call out to me. It all kind of gets my creative juices flowing to want to tap in to different creative endeavors. In my quiet time I have been thinking a lot about our first years experience here in Oregon. I appreciate the vastness of the forest, the many bodies of water, the green fields, the rustic barns and the animals. There are areas that I need divine intervention and it’s in God’s presence that I find what I need.. His direction, His comfort, His wisdom and much more. The word reluctant came to me this morning. In my years I have been reluctant to do a lot of things. Mainly out of fear of failure. So it was like, why even bother trying. So from this Hen, don’t be reluctant. Don’t let the years of your youth and life in general slip away as you sit on the fence. Hop off! I wrote a short poem on this a few years ago and will have to locate it. Don’t wait, don’t hesitate, just do it…And make that sweater…lol! The store I visited is called the Stitchin’ Post in Sisters, Oregon. I will share some tales about this fantastic place in another post…
i am grateful
a time to look
for what may be amiss
as i reflect on
recent and past
thankful for all
even the hard lessons
not so easy
but have helped to form
who i am..
memories of a baby boy
born to me this day
thank you young man..
for the privilege
of being your mother
for family and friends
reminders of growth
for the sweet transparent
that shared this week
to all that read and follow
for life that pleases
but always enough unease
to keep me looking
from my quiet corner of the world..
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