Friday, April 18, 2014

that third day

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, 
the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, 
whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so. 

And the earth brought forth grass, 
and herb yielding seed after his kind, 
and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: 
and God saw that it was good. 

And the evening and the morning were the third day. 
Genesis 1:11-13

Burning Bush

Creeping Phlox

Japanese Maple

Lilies

Magnolia Tree

Pear Tree

Oak Leaf Hydrangea

Violet

Wild Rose

It's all so utterly lovely. God's handiwork, exquisitely good. It's a bit quiet in it's showing right now, except for the brilliant Forsythia. Vines lengthen, leaves fill out, petals unfurl. What God set in motion all those years ago in the beginning, keeps growing, and just cannot stop.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

one drop of Thy blood...

Resurrection
John Donne 
(read first in At the Still Point: A Literary Guide to Prayer in Ordinary Time compiled by Sarah Arthur)

Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul
Shall (though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard, or foul,
And life, by this death abled, shall control
Death, whom thy death slew; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death, bring misery,
If in thy little book my name thou enroll,
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrefied,
But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas;
Nor can other mean be glorified.
May then sin's sleep, and death's soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last, and everlasting day.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

our spring weekend.

It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
that knows poems by heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke











Friday, April 11, 2014

wild rose







The Wild Rose bush, once twisted, mangled, unblooming then rescued from a neighbor's wire fence; the Wild Rose bush now blooms. Her blooms are less than an inch in diameter while her thorns are over an inch long and yes, crazy sharp. If I had blinked, forsaken daily strolls through the yard, I would have missed the simple wonder that is her showcase.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

list of thanks.

I feel like I've lost my mojo somewhere this week. To help me gain perspective, I've been thinking on all the goodness God has provided. Even a week lived without bringing my A-game, is still a wonderful week to be lived.


  • new flowers:gazing at the recently planted pale yellow pansies

  • open window: the ability to now sleep with the windows open: fresh air through the night and the chorus of songbirds in the morning

  • bird viewing: two new bird feeders strategically placed outside the front windows providing bird viewing moments from the sofa

  • gardening:exponential plant growth {if I don't look through the yard each day, I'm going to miss seeing the wonder of it all}

  • stimulating conversation: my husband and I have the most interesting conversations. i enjoy talking with him more than anyone else. our interests are so varied (politics, education, gardening, football, world events, health, spirituality) that I never know what might be discussed.

  • independent learning: the ability to direct my children to do their own assignments

  • the weekend: looking forward to planting a new (hand-me-down) tree

  • baking: homemade pizza eaten last evening

  • quotations: "Since you are like no other being created since the beginning of time, you are incomparable." Brenda Ueland

  • reading: current goodness with the children is The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo and Jo's Boys by Louisa May Alcott