Looking through my kitchen window, I longingly desired to see some sun shining! For many days Oregon was just plain WET! What happened to the Sun, Lord?
I turned to fill a glass of water and thru the glass I saw a bright light---looking up I saw the Sun shining through my window as if to say, "How about this?"
Well I can tell you that I was at a loss for words; but it didn't take me long to recover as out came---"Praise the Lord!" "Now stay out long enough to dry things up a bit!"
I laughed thinking that would be a Miracle; however as the day wore on, the Sun continued to shine and the weather was warmer and suddenly my thoughts were---"yellow violets!" Out loud I said, "I wonder if I can find that patch of yellow violets in the woods?" YoYo's ears perked-up when he heard the word "woods" and he started toward the door! "Wait YoYo! I got to put on my mud shoes!" YoYo stood at the door ready to go, right now! He eyed me sitting down and I'm sure he thought this was going to take awhile; however I was anxious to get to the woods and before he could settle-in, I was up, slapped my old pink hat on my head, grabbed the scissors and kleenex box and a pair of yellow rubber gloves and out the door with YoYo shooting between my legs! That dog is gonna trip me up one of these days!
We headed for the nearby woods that was just past Ray's Car-Barn, his favorite "Man Cave" where he can spend hours having a good time with his shiny purple car, a winner of many trophies that adorn the Computer Room. Now, some people just have a dog and Ray has a dog, 2 dogs! One to protect his Man-Cave toys, and many Rhodie plants---and Wife, my daughter, Ann.
Now where was I? Oh yes! YoYo and I are almost to the woods and hopefully I will find the path to the "yellow violet patch!" Ah! There it is! I wend my way through some prickly undergrowth which catches my jacket; but this doesn't stop me! I'm on my way to a treasure of gold and my eyes already spot the hidden patch with yellow faces lifted to the sunshine! Oh Lord! You are good to me!
My sis and I will have lots of flowers for our card-making! Just the other day she told me that last years flowers were all used. Sis has no way to get flowers on her own. She will be 95 in the fall; but you would not know it; as she crochets like the wind, decorates cards with the flowers I send and also makes beautiful flower- bookmarks---and she gives most all, away! She lives alone and takes care of herself and makes goodies or chicken soup for her neighbors in the Apt. house where she lives. I am blessed to have a Godly saint as my sister!
Now where was I? Oh yes! I'm busy snipping beautiful wild yellow violets! My kleenex box has enough, for now, and I weave through the path to return to the house---but wait! What is this??? Oh my goodness!--- Another favorite wild flower! And more than I saw last year! These flowers have delicate long stems with graceful leaves and faint purple-pink small blossoms. They dry perfectly and are great as fillers with larger flowers. I can hardly believe how many I see!
I just kept bent over, creeping along and snipping the flowers---happy as a singing Lark with out a care in the world, when BAM! Something hit just above my right eye, knocking my glasses a-skew! Took me back a moment! Then the thought came to me---"Oh a black eye!" I quickly laid my hand on that spot and plead the blood of Jesus! Nothing could ruin this lovely day! I stood-up to see what hit me. Snuggled in the underbrush was a fallen tree limb, pointed like a low cannon, ready to fire! It was about 2 and 1/2'' round with a flat end, and that is what my creeping form hit head on!
Thanking Jesus, I wasn't out cold, I decided I had enough flowers to dry and headed back toward the house with YoYo bouncing along and hairy black ears flying in a slight breeze. Home at last, and of course I had the usual muddy shoes and 4 paws to clean; but it was worth it to have the lovely wild flowers. After getting us settled-in, I decided I better have a look at that area around the eye. Well!!! Miracle to end all miracles---not a trace of anything! No bump, no red spot, nothing, just same ole me! Praise You Lord! you are so good to your children!
Another perfect flower day, and all I have to do now is to prepare them---immediately; because a wilted flower cannot be dried. With what I had picked, there were several hours of steady work ahead for me; however I was so happy over the gift of so many wild flowers--- and especially the "Miracle"--- that time flew by quickly and another day had come to an end. YoYo was happy and I was very happy and tired. Thank you Father, for a perfect day You made for us, and many who will be happy to see flowers on cards and bookmarks this next winter. Bless You Lord, Bless You!
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Friday, August 6, 2010
JUST THOUGHTS
These past months have flown by like the small birds that dart swiftly past my bedroom window. When I awaken in the morning, my eyes open to a world of greenery with squirrels playing tag with each other and swinging dangerously from thin branches---not a care in this world! I still wouldn't want to be one of them!
I often wonder about the tiny birds that fly swift as an arrow past my view. Do they know where they are going? Why all this swift flying? Do they, too, think that life is moving fast and they must hurry?
During these morning hours, I have the luxury of not hurrying from my bed, as in younger days.
I well remember the pressing times the clock beckoned me to get going! Ah! Being older does have some advantages.
My dog "YoYo" is a late sleeper, so I don't have to worry about putting him outside. He is usually snuggeled down in his own bed and sometimes dreaming with soft "doggie sounds" floating in the air. Wonder what dogs dream about. Probably double or triple "treats!" Iam pretty sure if I should yell into the night, "TREATS!" He would immediately pounce on me. Some people would say---"Oh to have a dogs life!"
Not me! I finally like being who Iam. With all truthfullness, I have to say, " God did it." Finally,---I understand that most of us who surrendered our life to Christ Jesus, in a time of crisis, know the true expression of "God did it."
There is something "supernatural" about being plucked out of a tough situtation, by God's hand. You don't ever forget "The Hand" that pulled you from the fire; nor His Hand that lovingly guided you into another world of thought. A world that you never imagined how it could, or ever would, capture your heart so completely.
A new world where everything looked brighter! The trees and grasses looked greener, and the flowers seemed to beckon you to come and smell the fragrance that surrounded them. One walked in this world with eyes that were seeing, for the very first time, all nature abounding in color with musical sounds that floated in the air around you.
This was my introduction to being "Born Again!"
You might wonder, if I ever came out of that wonderworld. My reply would have to be, "yes," and "no."
His wonder-world washed me from the old into the new! Once I was washed in the fountain of His desire for me, then I could be trusted to know that some roses have no fragrance! These were the times I would have to patiently wait upon the Lord.
My world was opened to all I had missed. It took 47 yrs. of my life to finally surrender to something so wonderful that I can hardly describe it. Suddenly I liked so many things that I never paid much attention too.
A world of Holy Spirit attention was opened to me. The Bible captured my thoughts with Holy Spirit pouring new wine into a new wine-skin, and I loved it!
Little miracles kept popping up everywhere.
One that gave me years of joy, included a "Lap-Harp" that I was guided to purchase without even knowing why I was purchasing it, much less the fact I had never played one! It turned out that Holy Spirit would lead me to read the Psalms, take a portion of the words, and then give me tunes to the words. Tunes in the night and tunes in the day kept me busy learning how to play this instrument. What was really most important, was that this would be the means of learning Scripture, plus giving love and joy of God's Words, to many souls in many different places
Along with learning Psalm words and tunes, Holy Spirit taught me to take Bible characters, and weave stories around them, using the Psalm tunes. These stories were a means of spreading the Gospel. Oh how He works in our lives! Now, the Lap Harp is silent, and sits alone beside my organ. What memories it holds for me, and I pray that the stories it told, with sweet sounds, touched hearts that will remember David's words as He talked with God.
And so I say, "Good night dear friends, and God's blessings upon your thoughts." I love talking with you, and best of all-------------
"I Love Talk'n to the Lord!"
I often wonder about the tiny birds that fly swift as an arrow past my view. Do they know where they are going? Why all this swift flying? Do they, too, think that life is moving fast and they must hurry?
During these morning hours, I have the luxury of not hurrying from my bed, as in younger days.
I well remember the pressing times the clock beckoned me to get going! Ah! Being older does have some advantages.
My dog "YoYo" is a late sleeper, so I don't have to worry about putting him outside. He is usually snuggeled down in his own bed and sometimes dreaming with soft "doggie sounds" floating in the air. Wonder what dogs dream about. Probably double or triple "treats!" Iam pretty sure if I should yell into the night, "TREATS!" He would immediately pounce on me. Some people would say---"Oh to have a dogs life!"
Not me! I finally like being who Iam. With all truthfullness, I have to say, " God did it." Finally,---I understand that most of us who surrendered our life to Christ Jesus, in a time of crisis, know the true expression of "God did it."
There is something "supernatural" about being plucked out of a tough situtation, by God's hand. You don't ever forget "The Hand" that pulled you from the fire; nor His Hand that lovingly guided you into another world of thought. A world that you never imagined how it could, or ever would, capture your heart so completely.
A new world where everything looked brighter! The trees and grasses looked greener, and the flowers seemed to beckon you to come and smell the fragrance that surrounded them. One walked in this world with eyes that were seeing, for the very first time, all nature abounding in color with musical sounds that floated in the air around you.
This was my introduction to being "Born Again!"
You might wonder, if I ever came out of that wonderworld. My reply would have to be, "yes," and "no."
His wonder-world washed me from the old into the new! Once I was washed in the fountain of His desire for me, then I could be trusted to know that some roses have no fragrance! These were the times I would have to patiently wait upon the Lord.
My world was opened to all I had missed. It took 47 yrs. of my life to finally surrender to something so wonderful that I can hardly describe it. Suddenly I liked so many things that I never paid much attention too.
A world of Holy Spirit attention was opened to me. The Bible captured my thoughts with Holy Spirit pouring new wine into a new wine-skin, and I loved it!
Little miracles kept popping up everywhere.
One that gave me years of joy, included a "Lap-Harp" that I was guided to purchase without even knowing why I was purchasing it, much less the fact I had never played one! It turned out that Holy Spirit would lead me to read the Psalms, take a portion of the words, and then give me tunes to the words. Tunes in the night and tunes in the day kept me busy learning how to play this instrument. What was really most important, was that this would be the means of learning Scripture, plus giving love and joy of God's Words, to many souls in many different places
Along with learning Psalm words and tunes, Holy Spirit taught me to take Bible characters, and weave stories around them, using the Psalm tunes. These stories were a means of spreading the Gospel. Oh how He works in our lives! Now, the Lap Harp is silent, and sits alone beside my organ. What memories it holds for me, and I pray that the stories it told, with sweet sounds, touched hearts that will remember David's words as He talked with God.
And so I say, "Good night dear friends, and God's blessings upon your thoughts." I love talking with you, and best of all-------------
"I Love Talk'n to the Lord!"
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