What doesn’t kill you, gives something else a shot at it.
Before judging, first walk a mile in their shoes because you will be a mile away and you’ll have their shoes.
If at first you don’t succeed, make out your will before skydiving.
Only 10% of flowers have a scent, proving that flowers are better tithers than we are.
If a tree fall in a woods, Bigfoot will be blamed.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But after five apples, you will need him back.
Cross the bridge before you insult the crocodile and hope you don’t need to pass that way again.
Don’t bite off more than you can chew. But if you do, spitting it out is a viable option.
Don’t covet anything your neighbor has or remember that he is struggling now to pay for it all.
The grass is always greener on the other side if you have chosen not to fertilize, nurture and water your side.
With all the renovations and projects going on, and it being summer, it is very challenging to keep the house clean. There are boxes, congregations of tools, paint cans stacked, extra parts that have not realized a home yet, storage in boxes that are too delicate for the heat of the shed but have no home anywhere else yet, etc. Dust, sawdust, grout even everywhere. I sweep and mop and the next day looks like I haven’t for a week. Such is life while going through the journey and transformations on it. This all being true, isn’t that what we do? We know transformation on our journey is messy, and we are so hard on everyone when it is not pristine in the process. Life is like walking straight through alternating mud bogs and pristine marble. You finally walk far enough for the mud to all be off your boots on the marble and then you gat a blessed three steps and you are in another mud bog and repeat that pretty much all this life. Me, I prefer being dirty is my problem. I want to feel everything, know where I am, experience the adventure. I am where I am and know it well before I move on, for better or worse. Well, perfection has never been my goal and I wish everyone had that lol (that has gotten me into a bit of trouble expectation wise with loved ones). But we need to do the best we can and keep going. Things are hard enough than for u ou to abredd to that by being hard on yourself. God expects humble obedience and worship but is patient with our imperfections. He knows everything and gets it. Do your best then rest easy on your journey today, my friends. You are so loved and understood, my friends. Love you. ❤
Isaiah 5:20. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. 21. Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight. 22. Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine and champions at mixing drinks, 23. who acquit the guilty for a bribe, but deny justice to the innocent. 24. Therefore, as tongues of fire lick up straw and as dry grass sinks down in the flames, so their roots will decay and their flowers blow away like dust; for they have rejected the law of the Lord Almighty and spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel. 25. Therefore the Lord’s anger burns against his people; his hand is raised and he strikes them down. The mountains shake, and the dead bodies are like refuse in the streets. Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away, his hand is still upraised. 26. He lifts up a banner for the distant nations, he whistles for those at the ends of the earth. Here they come, swiftly and speedily! 27. Not one of them grows tired or stumbles, not one slumbers or sleeps; not a belt is loosened at the waist, not a sandal strap is broken.”
I wanted to pause from my quilting and just praise God from my heart for all the joys He has placed in my life. There are way too many to mention, but I need to give Him props and thank Him for a few that stand out. All my life I wanted to be a doctor (well since I was 9), and He fulfilled that passion for me. And as a professional woman, I wondered if I would be too old to have my own kids or adopt (both are beautiful and either would have sufficed) and He answered by allowing me to carry two beautiful babies. One I look forward to seeing in heaven, she would be 22 years old, maybe with children of her own by now, who knows but she will be my Heavenly blessing, as well as my twin brother and family up there already. Therefore, Heaven to be assured of and look forward to is a great blessing! The love of my life is a major blessing. I never thought I could love anyone so deeply and fully and know so well and click with so intrinsically. I didn’t think before meeting him that soulmates was a real thing. He has blessed my life. Of course also hurt me, so every good thing has its down side. I am blessed by growing up on a farm with a Christian family who took us to the best church. Oh how I loved that farm! Only another farmer can truly get that but the hard work was replete with rewards of bird in song, glimpses of foxes at play, skies that changed all the time, deer accepting you as a friend, dogs running with you in the field, the feel of dirt and long grasses, better than any bed, swinging on ropes to the rafters in the barn off straw bales, riding on the tractors or combine with Daddy, the smell of fresh air and taste of fresh vegetables. The list goes on. My spirit was the most free there outside on the farm. Mmmm. Let me just take that one in a minute. I have been blessed being able to homeschool our kids and have a husband supportive of that. What a difference it makes to spend time with your kids!!! I am blessed each time I sit down at the piano and can play anything I want to or write original songs. (My fantasy, ideal cabin has a piano, by the way. Lol) I am also blessed to do art, see art, teach art, just express myself, write, everything that shares passions and ideas with another person is beautiful. Anyway, I could go on all night, but this partial list is what God chooses to flood my heart with joy and peace and love and calm. Some blessings are worth thinking of and revisiting for better perspective and appreciation of life and God, and some are worth waiting for. ❤
My daughter is getting close to 7 years old. And she has a new stalling technique for bedtime. She has suddenly become a philosopher, with a million new insights and contemplations and questions just after bedtime prayers and after lights out. Then bam! She is searching then for all of life’s trying questions, such as “Momma, have you always wanted to swing with Lamby?” Or “I can text Jesus on my phone” or “What is Heaven like?” Or “Momma, I feel strongly that we should go to the park tomorrow.” It is always interesting and at the same moment annoying for I need to recover from our busy, b us day. I tell her “We will talk about that tomorrow and now you can discuss it with God until you fall asleep.” Ah, the adventure of childbirth. At the time, you have an idea the worst is over. And in a way, that is really hard but the adventure just begins there and keeps going forever. It really is a beautiful adventure to be a mom. That is true whether you birth your own or adopt someone else’s who can’t care for them. Both are beautiful! Life is beautiful! God was good to think of it. What a richness my kids have brought to my life.