I pray you'll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer when we lose our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
~Carol Bayer Sager, David Foster
I woke up about 4:45 this morning. I couldn't go back to sleep so I just lay there in my bed, watching the sun come up in the open window space above the brown paper (I have not got my curtains sewed yet, or the rods up.)
It was quite a peaceful moment in time. I was thinking of the last six months and how far I have come. It is impossible to fathom how very much my life has changed over the last year. Life truly does turn on a dime and we never really know what the future holds.
Not all change is bad. It may seem at the first like it is the absolute worst thing that we could ever go through, but I can testify that if we will just hang on . . . and allow Him to work in our lives . . . with great faith, our trials can be turned into temples.
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is holy
Be still oh restless soul of mine
Bow before the prince of peace
Let the noise and clamor cease
Be still and know that He is holy
Be still oh restless soul of mine
Bow before the prince of peace
Let the noise and clamor cease
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that He has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still
Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that He has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still
~Steven Curtis Chapman
Still . . . when I see the masks, I cry . . . little tears roll down my cheeks. I think my heart is still broken at what is going on in the world, and we are not even in the center of it all. There are so many places where it is so much worse than here. Still, I hate to see those faces I love hidden behind those masks.
Be still and know that he is god
Be still and know that he is god
Be still and know that he is god
Be still
Be speechless
Be still and know that he is god
Be still and know he is our father
Come rest your head upon his breast
Listen to the rhythm of
His unfailing heart of love
Beating for his little ones
Calling each of us to come
Be still
Be still
I got a bird feeder yesterday. I had gone to the local hardware store to get a tub stopper as the one for my bathtub is missing. I also wanted to pick up a sink stopper for the kitchen sink as the one I have doesn't seem to hold the water in. I saw the bird feeders and thought to myself. I should get one and so I did. I have always found a lot of joy in feeding the birds, and watching them. I have really fond memories of doing this in every place I have ever lived.
Birds are such a wonderful example to me of faith. Nature is one place where I have always felt really close to my Heavenly Father. I see these little woodland creatures and there they are, in all kinds of weather . . . with little to no protection from the elements, summer, autumn, winter, spring . . . no matter what, they sing.
My hanging geraniums. I can't wait to see the all blooming. They are just beginning now. I wonder if in the winter I can't bring the basket into the garage, prune it back and store it and maybe it will come back to life in the spring? I know in the UK, our geraniums always came back every year. It did get cold sometimes, but it was not a sustained cold. Dare I hope?
Except for the curtains, my living room is basically all sorted now. It is a view that makes me happy when I see it. Looking out the window to a peace-filled neighborhood. I am content.
I fell in love with this painting of my sisters from the moment I first saw it. I am investing in her future by buying it from her. She gets some dosh to buy more art supplies so she can create more art and I get to have a piece of her work that I really love in my home. We both win. 😄 It makes me happy just to look at it.
She and Dan came over yesterday to help me get my television out of the box and set it up on my fireplace tv stand. After they left I sorted out the tv and got it all set up electronically. I was a bit nervous about how I could or would do that, but it was so easy. I was nervous for nothing. I got my Netflix on it and everything and last night I was able to watch television from the comfort of my chair in big screen without having to watch it on my iPad. Happy Days. I sat here crocheting on my father's blanket and watching in comfort. It was nice.
My sister gifted me with this, and a matching salt shaker (I will be on the lookout for the pepper shaker at yard sales, when they open back up.). I had admired this napkin holder for quite a while.
I had supper at theirs last night. She made a lovely asparagus quiche and some pan fried potatoes and salad. She is baking homemade beans today and ribs and I am going over again. (I know, they are soooo good to me! I love homemade beans!) I might drive down to see mom today. I will see how it goes. I have not gone on my own yet. Oh, I know she is not there, its just a headstone, etc. But it is a comfort to be able to visit her resting place. One day I will be there too, right next to her.
A lot of my family on my mother's side is buried in that same cemetery, going back at least a hundred or more years. Its quite a nice, little cemetery, situated at the base of South Mountain, with a grassy knoll. It is very near to where my Great Grandparents had their farm, and where my Aunt Freda lived, where my mom grew up, where Rachel and Boyd McNayr made their way to Springhill to start the settlement there.
I can think of much worse places to end up. Cindy and Dad are going in there as well. My sister said something to me the other day which warmed my heart. She said, we began our lives together and now we will end our lives together. I like that thought.
I will leave you with some inspiration for the day . . .
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*Maybe night is about to come calling,
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In The English Kitchen today . . . Lemon Love Notes. How can you resist something with such a lovely name! Delicious!
Have a beautiful Sunday. Be blessed and happy and safe. Don't forget!
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