Seeing an Old Friend

I think sometimes God puts someone fresh in your mind because something is left undone with them or to let you know they will be headed your way soon. Well, this happened recently in a dream and some random thoughts through the day and today we randomly met up at a park. Well, because of the Holy Spirit preparing me, I was ready and knew what to say and what he needed to hear. It is beautiful how God works out unresolved or unfinished business in the right timing when we are ready for it and the other person is ready for it. And God continues to amaze me every day. I love Him so much to take care of the little nagging details of our lives to promote growth and peace and show love. He is so very good! ❤❤❤

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New Experiences

So tonight Steve goes to a different band practice to play in a different band with an old friend to fill in for a missing guitarist. Tonight will be the first time he practices with them and the kids and I will go swim at the clubhouse. New experiences. We will ho in at few weeks to watch him and that band play. I will be in the audience, not plating keys or singing or anything. Strange but I am excited to be able to listen and enjoy someone else’s music for a change. Change is often good. I can do change. I love doing new. ❤

I Walk Along

I walk along the path during the sunrise.

The heat is not yet a struggle.

The birds sing and find food, the butterflies also

The wind wafts in waves over my skin.

Not entirely awake, I move one step in front of the other

With each, my eyes open more

And I am struck with the immense beauty

The calm and noise balance luxuriously.

I realize God is already up for He never sleeps

I say good morning and He does too in heart and nature.

His gentleness does not offend in the early hours.

God’s presence is always a delight.

How rich my walk when He is there. 

And He is always there.❤❤❤

Walking With Jesus

When you walk close to Jesus, trying your best to measure your step with His, be carried by him when necessary, try to keep the path clear as you go, Jesus rewards this devotion with success, rest, peace, joy, luxurious blessings, shows off His wonders to you, like a sweet bird or butterfly at the right moment to be noticed. And I tell you the truth, if Jesus is all you have, you have everything you could possibly need and wants fade away. Jesus is my heart, my love, my Savior, my God. Nothing I do without Him satisfies for long. Nothing I do with/for Him is wasted. He is everything! ❤❤❤

Just This Side of Crazy

Been balanced lately and doing quite well. And don’t worry, I am at peace and in joy and love with God. Today, however, under stress of heat, too much sun, too much work in both, cleaning mom’s house, walking her dog, kids misbahaving, not enough sleep, doubling up my morning walk, this momma hit a near crazy today. God helped me when I asked, just wished I had asked earlier and not done so much, but such is life. I am forgiven. The thing is, I realized this one thing is still plaguing me. I blogged about it a bit ago and thought I had fully kicked it to the curb but I am stubborn sometimes when I should not be. It is great sometimes but is a powerful tool that can be used for good or evil. So, when stress is high and crazy is looming, seems like that is when old haunts return to further stir the pot and double confusion. I don’t think that is a coincidence. Not for one second. See, our enemy wants us dead. Plays a great, alluring make believe, elaborate game with us, but lying scum the entire time, scum that throws you away like garbage as soon as possible and leaves you for dead. Pretends to love and dishes out a hate dessert. This is why I (and we all) need to get enough rest and stay healthy (physically and spiritually) to keep our guard up and be ready when too much comes our way, which it is bound to. I am going to bed now after a long talk with God and be more ready next time. This life thing is a series of attacks and adjustments all and long the path. I am so thankful we have God and each other for help and support. Be the light! Love you! ❤

Changing and New Life

We are renovating all the time now. My husband saved up all his working days and now that he retired, we are able to finally repair and change and breathe new life into old, falling  apart things. We have a butler’s pantry now, with like 2 things left to do with it. We have plumbing which works now everywhere. We have a new fence and two new gates on either side of the house. We have an opressive tree limb cut down from the neighbor’s neglected tree that was starting to kill our trees so the front yard is a sunnier, healthier spot now. We have a sidewalk formed and ready for concrete. And we have a new screened in and roofed back porch coming where a naked concrete slab now stands. It is a lot of work, haven’t been to the pool in a while. But there is a fresh spirit in this old house’s bones. And this has done the world of good to our love of being in this house. We really love it. We will live it more once the hottub is installed lol, but it is great for morale of our family. It is a happier place. It is fun to build something new or better together and get use of it. And I praise God for it all! He is the giver of new life and He brought light back to this darkness and life to these dry bones. I am so thankful to God!!!

Reminiscing About Places I’ve Been

My son-in-law (a funny story, he is older than I am lol) and father of my only grandchild (also funny because she is 3 years younger than my daughter) is Polish, with dual citizenship. Long before I knew him, I had visited Poland, specifically Bielsk Padlowski, for two weeks and Belarus for one week. And I was thinking about the land and buildings but mostly the amazingly wonderful people. We sang our songs (I played the piano and keyboard there) and they sang and played songs they knew and it was wonderful! We were invited to a Polish wedding that lasted all day and into the night and I sang again by request and we ate great food, drank compote and partied with them. It was memorable, saying something with this poor memory I have lol. In Russia, I remember the older women and their wise but loving eyes, hardened by wear but bright and gleaming nonetheless. They had a love of life. I remember the sturdy children, making the most of every stick and mud puddle they could get into, smiling, strong and healthy. I remember the year before spending two weeks in London. Howe couldn’t visit Buckingham Palace because Queen Elizabeth was home there at the time. I remember the beautiful gardens and pride the people took in their tiny gardens in front of their flats (apartments) or tall, narrow townhouses. I remember paying to use the toilet and the worst toilet paper of my life. Funny the things you remember. But the garden in front of the palace, oh how beautiful! And then my mind goes to California and recording my songs in Mike’s studio. I remember the fantastic park in Glendale and hiking the trails. I remember my regular getaway in Yosemite and hiking the falls and staying at the bed and breakfast there. I remember Solvang. Wow. The mountains were beautiful and Burbank was lovely and Sunset Boulevard was trashy but the tiny studio and musicians there are top notch! I remember going to the Grand Canyon three times and how it took my breath away and looked different each time. I remember my exhaustion hiking to the bottom of the canyon and back up the same day on two of those visits. I do not recommend that lol. I remember skydiving in PA. No roller coaster has ever held the same thrill since. And to my eternal shame, I will always have on the DVD my screaming “This is better than sex!” Oy! I remember every other place I have traveled for a day, a weekend, or have lived, and it is very clear that I am who I am largely because of where I have been. Another obvious thing, God has always kept me safe and provided for me just what I needed just when I needed it. And my thoughts most often take me home to the little farm in Buchanan, MI where I grew up. It was the best place! It still is. My family is there and a huge chunk of my heart. The farm is gone but I remember every detail. I remember Grandma living up the hill to the right and Great Aunt Irene living on the hill to the left. I remember our dogs. I remember riding my bike to the ball field. I remember the smell of the lilac bushes outside the kitchen window. I remember fresh vegetables from the garden an dad’s grilling and homemade ice cream. Yummy! I temember.