|It is a blessing that when the sun goes down, it is easy to see past undone garden chores
It is a powerful thing, to decide how to see life. You can see the time change this time of year as darkness descending too early or as a chance to enjoy the sunset sooner.
When we got married, the bets were it wouldn't last.
We were too young to know ourselves. Didn't know each other long enough to know the other. He was an engineer and I was in fashion merchandising. Our brains operated on different hemispheres.The cynics thought we had nothing in common.
Our own pastor predicted in premarital counseling " You two are going to have problems."
Dear Pastor, I wish I had asked - Who doesn't?
No life is without challenges.
For I am a gardener, I have been a better wife.
My garden raised me up to rejoice in challenges. It taught me to live like a runner on the track. There are going to be hurdles. Some are simply not going to be liked. Yet each offers not just the chance to plant your forehead where feet should be- with each leap and land there is the potential to build skill, improve attitude and reap reward.
But only if we are willing to work through. Play through. Pray through every problem.
|A motto for workaholic recovery
Anniversaries and birthdays. They should be viewed with gratitude. Every one a treasured blessing that may not repeat.
|My reward for foot surgery was yellow Clivia minata from dearest friends
I cannot pass a yellow Clivia minata without wanting to talk to my mother. English was her adopted language, and she treasured both flowers and language like others treasure diamonds.
My mother was a quiet woman, known to select her words carefully. She epitomized the wisdom from Colossians 4:6
"Let your speech always be gracious"
Concurrently, it is fashionable to casually zing those whose different philosophies and beliefs with throw- away insults. The consequence is that we are self-segregating into thought-ghettos with barbed-word wires.
Unless this trend reverses, it is my strong belief that the loss of common civility and courtesy is the greatest danger to our future.
I am of the belief that globally, the weather is largely in God's hands. But our words are our personal responsibility. Like it or not, we are judged by them.
I wrote friends on this subject last night...
Words have consequences. If I am to eat my words, let their taste be sweet rather than bitter. Unless absolutely necessary. There is a place for bitter, burning hot and even charred flavors from both the kitchen and in words.
God grant us all wisdom in how we choose our words.
Until we meet again, Thank you for all YOU do to make the world more beautiful.