The wind is picking up outside.
Last nights Chicken Alfredo got left in the oven all night... and day.
Kate is at her BF's
We are having porkchops and mashed potatas no, Chicken Rice, for suppa
Sophie is wandering around looking for Kate's kitten
Blue Eyes will be home shortly. ;)
I am about to open up a bottle of Flying Dutchman
My floors are dirty
I'm out of Ranch Dressing... and aluminum foil! Geeesh, did I even do groceries this week?
Tomorrow is FRIDAY!
So last evening as Blue Eyes was once again painting the kitchen for me, I broke what was one of my favorite white platters. (Insert sad face here). So I got to thinking more about stuff. My stuff.
I've never thought I was one for putting to much value in it. Stuff. But I've been reading Emily's blog lately, Chatting At The Sky, and it's making me think in ways I haven't really before.
Emily hasn't even been talking about stuff. But last night, when my favorite platter laid on the floor, broken in pieces at my feet, I thought of her, and all she has been writing about as of late.
You see for the last 5 weeks, I have been delivering donuts, Monday thru Friday, 30-45 dozen to area businesses. Its for a local business, and good friends of ours, as a way for them to say, Happy Spring , we're here for ya!
And a way for me to earn some money for my vacation on Million Dollar Island... aka, Monhegan Island.
Well you can imagine that I've met a lot of people, and I've been into a lot of businesses that I've never even thought of going into before. And all along, Jesus has been my donut buddy. He sits with me in my car while I go business to business, schlepping donuts. And I've been talking to Him. ALOT!
And God being who He is, has been listening and listening, (I talk WAY to much), and He has been lovingly, faithfully, talking back. Through songs on the radio, people I'm meeting for the first time, and Emily.
I know He has so much more to tell me... I have so much more to sit quiet and listen for. But I am grateful that know matter where we are in life... He is faithful. To listen, hear, and lovingly answer. He is our Heavenly Father after all, and I am so grateful for it.
Hugs From My Heart
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I didn't sleep well at all last night.
Nothing bothering me...
Not that I'm aware of anyway...
So today I've had thoughts of naps, in cozy beds...
But alas... it did not happen. Oh well.
Hugs From My Heart
No rhyme or reason... just pretty, cozy, and blue. The color I am currently in love with...
I just spent $11.95 for a book today, at Wal-Mart. Now if any of you know me, you know that is like spending $100 for a light bulb. I just always get my books for a quarter at lawn sales in the summer. See in Maine, it gets so cold and snowy, a lot of people spend their winters reading. Especially this year, we had an unusual amount, I figure I'll be hitting the jack pot this season because they, (Mainers), usually get rid of their reading materials to have room for the up coming winter season.
But the other day, I saw this trailer for the movie, The Help, based of course on the book, and I couldn't wait.
Starring Emma Stone as Skeeter, Viola Davis as Aibileen and Octavia Spencer as Minny—three very different, extraordinary women in Mississippi during the 1960s, who build an unlikely friendship around a secret writing project that breaks societal rules and puts them all at risk. From their improbable alliance a remarkable sisterhood emerges, instilling all of them with the courage to transcend the lines that define them, and the realization that sometimes those lines are made to be crossed—even if it means bringing everyone in town face-to-face with the changing times.
Deeply moving, filled with poignancy, humor and hope, “The Help” is a timeless and universal story about the ability to create change.
Both look to be really good. I plan on starting the book tonight.
This is Emily. Her blog, Chatting At The Sky is inspirational, encouraging, truth based, just really good. Her photos are amazing. She just published her first book,
I have yet to get it and read it, but if it is anything like her blog, Chatting At The Sky, it will be a wonderful read. Todays post, hits home for me once again. You know Tuesdays are busy for me so Emily has to be good for me to take time to post this to you. She is. And she loves God. Yup, she does. Click on over to her blog, read a bit, and you'll love her too.
6Point your kids in the right direction-
when they're old they won't be lost.
New International Version, 6 Start children off on the way they should go,
and even when they are old they will not turn from it
King James Version, 6Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it
Today, as I read that verse, one that I have read so many times before, I had a renewed sense of hope. Maybe it is because of the Easter celebration yesterday. Maybe.
Maybe because my focus has been on Easter all week, and what Jesus did on the cross... How He didn't stay there. How He is ALIVE. The hope that comes from that truth.
I can tell you that I understand it better today. What I feel God is trying to tell me clearly, in that verse.
If your a mum, you know where my heart is. I try sometimes to explain it to Blue Eyes. Carrying those 4 peeps inside me for 9 months, feeling them grow as each one goes by.
He holds me close, looks at me with those loving blue eyes of his, and tries. He tries to understand what can't be explained. A mothers love for her child. I got that on Friday night at a showing at church, of The Passion Of The Christ, I had yet to see.
There is a scene in the movie where Mary, hears her son, Jesus coming down the street, beaten, cross on his back, followed and taunted by, those persecuting him. She can barely move at the thought of it all ...
When I saw that scene, I realized that Jesus understands my heart as a mother.
He created it in me.
As their mum, my heart breaks when they are hurting, struggling, or just in the time of growing up. It is one of the hardest things to see, and not try to "fix" for them. Not try to "mother" them through. Everything in us wants to run to them, pick them up, and love them back to what we know is best for them.
But we can't.
We trust like Mary did, Gods Word.
"Point your kids in the right direction-
and when they are old they won't be lost." Proverbs 22:6
Mary needed to know, and remember that even though her son, Jesus, was going through an unthinkable time that she couldn't even comprehend... God had not left Him. He was there all along. He would see Him through every step until the very end. Her son was right where He was suppose to be. Even though it broke her heart to see.
And so, as a mum, not unlike Mary, I too will remember when our children are struggling, growing up, looking lost, finding Gods way for themselves...
God has not left them. He is there all along. He will see them through. Every step of the way. Until the very end...
I'm really NOT one for crafts. Never have been. But this little one doesn't look too cutesy, and kind of neat, actually.
It's on a new blog I found called, Ambrosia Girl.
They are tiny Polaroid magnets to put on your fridge. Or anyplace that works really.
Head over to Ambrosia Girl for a short, easy tutorial.
Hugs From My Heart
Saturday, April 23, 2011
I love these women...
I have so much to learn from them. Get more of them from this blog, Advanced Style...
My name is Ari Seth Cohen the creator of Advanced Style.I roam the streets of New York looking for the most stylish and creative older folks. Respect your elders and let these ladies and gents teach you a thing or two about living life to the fullest.Advanced Style offers proof from the wise and silver-haired set that personal style advances with age.
Katie will soon be going to prom with her boyfriend, Timothy. He graduates this year, and she has been getting a bit excited, and a little nervous because she hadn't gotten her prom dress until just recently.
I found these prom dresses from the 50's (click here, flickr ) and fell in love with them...
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In some ways, I would love to see Kate in one of these... but I know she will be just stunning in the one she has chosen. Even though styles have changed dramatically since the 50's, a young girls heart for her sweet boyfriend, and the excitement of prom night with him, have not.
