DECEMBER DELIGHTS

DECEMBER: A new month.

It's several days after my 'upload' challenge.  For some reason the
silly upload now works.  I made this ginger house a few years
ago - when I had oodles of time.  This year I simply remember
those quiet days when I was not working.

A new year to follow the life of Christ as we anticipate his birth.

You know how I love to add my photos.
Won't work today.
No way, no how.

I must laugh.
 I tried to upload a picture of my favorite scripture.
Perhaps God is telling me something.
It says . . . BE  
 S T I L L    and
  K N O W     that I AM . . . GOD.

SO, I still my soul, write a note to Google and wait.

I love this pottery crèche that my sister gave me
years ago, before I lived where they make the figures.
It's simple, elegant, and tells the TRUE message
of Christ-mass.   The Christ Celebration!

After All, that is what ADVENT is all about.                                                  
ADVENT is greek for COMING.
We wait for the coming of the Lord.

I wait for new inventions to work as I wait.

Always something new.

I still my soul.

I write another note.

I wait.

It's that 'pregnant pause' that is so difficult.

I often think of Mother Mary, filled to fullness in her ninth month of pregnancy.
Filled with the Son of God.
Filled with joy as she carries this weight that will grow heavier over the years.

Perhaps I can carry the weight of impatience.
B R E A T H E . . . I say to myself.
New is good.
Just like new birth is good.
The birth of Jesus changed the world.
Perhaps the insights in this blog may change a heart.

12.02:: A maze of appointments, meetings, obligations, spinning, whirling, pressing on and I am ready to BE STILL.  Oh JOY.  Sitting still so late at night, when all is silent . . .  sleep, sweet sleep overtakes me.

Tea time is so daily.
It's a time to give rest to the soul
and give thanks for special gifts - like this tea cup.

12.03::  Type, file, scroll, study, mark, take notes, observe, contemplate, create.  Pieces of paper roll out of my printer as I study dozens of e-files.
 The amazing work of these computers overwhelms my soul.  I take a moment to re-read one of many blogs sent to me to embrace the presence of the Lord.
 I love other's insights into scripture after I spend my own time meditating on God's Word.

12.4::  Home all day!  Sifting through files of affirming words to remind the women joining our Women of Worth gathering on Sunday that they are truly AMAZING!
 It's a time to slow down, notice the gifts God has given each of us, drink in love and sweet affirmations from each other as the Lord guides us.
 Treats for the tummy, treats for the soul and the rare treat of time together.
 I can't wait!
 We are 'Queen for the day!" and so deserving of the title.  My favorite cup reminds me of this.

12.5::  "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus" rings through me head as I read prophecy from Malachi 3 and the song of Zechariah in the Gospel of Luke.  The expectation is heightened when John, the baptizer comes on the scene.  DRAMA, explosive words, excitement in the tight environs of the

I love my wreath, always ready to hang for winter.

hebrew people.  Anticipation . . .   I get excited every year as the story unfolds.  I never tire of that 'expectant' feeling that a mother has just before giving birth.  The celebration of the birth of the King of Kings is getting closer and I'm EXCITED!

12.6::  2nd Sunday of Advent.
We seem to balance our lives so tightly it's like dancing on the head of a pin.
 If one more item is added to our agenda, something will fall off that tiny place of balance . . . perhaps it's me who will fall off.

Zechariah, father of John the baptizer, raised his son to make a 'space' in his life to invite the 'ONE who is to come' into his life.  John grows up and God calls him into a mighty task . . .  make a  pathway so that the "'One' who was and is and is to come" can make his way into our hearts.  John yells to the endless crowds coming to see him, "Make way for the Lord!  Repent! Turn around!
 Find a special pathway to invite God's Presence back into your heart!"

A great idea if no candles are allowed.  Birch twigs in greens.
To make an Advent wreath, place 4 on greens and pin
a red 'winterberry' on each advent candle as the
season of Advent unfolds.

Let's light another candle that will pierce the darkness and remind us of the light of Christ who seeps into our souls when we invite Him to do so.

12.7::  Crisp, sunny with frosty ground . . . a perfect backdrop for winterberry bushes blooming with bright red fruit.
 I snuggle into my favorite chair and wonder at all the activity I see around me.  Decorations still going up and friends walking by in warm coats, hats and scarves.
 I wonder as I read from Isaiah and Amos . . .  Prophecy, foretelling of what is to come, words of encouragement or exhortation, all good, all meant for my soul.
 Where am I in my walk?
Do I simply move forward with the natural momentum of the week or do I step out, charge myself up a bit and give beyond my norm?
 Give of myself?  Give of my abundance?
Give of my knowledge (what little I have)?  YES!

A carved 'Charlie Brown' tree sits in front
of closed curtains.  The angel my sister
made decades ago is lovely in the sunlight.

It's the season of giving of self,  heart and soul.
Think big - do good- BE in Christ.

12.8:: Up early to open the house to fix-it guys.  One leaves and another enters.  We're ready for winter.
 Words on paper, emails galore, business, thinking, swirling in music, remembering for a report.
Ahhhhh, so nice to be done . . . for the day.
Sun hides behind dark skies as sun-rays flicker on empty corn fields.
 A nice day to remember the reason for the season.
Oh joy!

12.9:: Early up again to meet the ol' doc.  All is well with this old body . . .  as long as I follow the rules . . . so many rules.
 BUT God is good, Life is good, WE are good.
Hubby and I keep chugging along with errands, some breathing time and a tiny bit of pre-Christmas enjoyment.

12.10:: Lists, agendas, deadlines, meetings into the night.
A long day is slated.  B R E A T H E . . . be still . . .  know the Lord is guiding my every step.  Jeremiah 29 comes to mind, "I know the plans that I have for

you," declares the Lord. "Plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope."
His plans are my plan.  Praise Him that He PLANNED the presence of His Son from the very beginning . . . even before creation.  God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. AMEN

12.11:: Hazy skies fade into sparkle as temps rise.  It's like a gorgeous fall day!  I love it.  A very long meeting last night left me drained but the beauty of this day revives my soul.  I "press on toward the goal of the upward call of Christ Jesus," as I remain focused on my Lord.  My desire to quit is strong as my body limps along.  Yet, I feel 'called' to stand the test and press into the challenges set before me.  God is so good.  I must focus on those faithful encouragers who are with me every step of the way.  JOY comes in the midst of adversity because my JOY is in my Lord, Jesus Christ.

12.12:: I create a poem on JOY to add to the gift package tomorrow from St. Nicholas.  A wonderful tradition is to share the legend of this devout Christian who came from a wealthy home but chose to give all he had away to give JOY to others.

Christmas cookies are my favorite way to celebrate
this season of giving and sharing the love of Christ.

JOY is a choice made daily, like turning on a light.
It makes life seem brighter instead of dark as night.
We can look at each letter to help us understand
the meaning of the season the focus of this land.
The J reminds us of Jesus,
the O reminds us of Others.
The Y means YOU are loved by Christ
who lives in us forever.
So when you make Jesus 1st,
on your list of things to do,
then it is no wonder that others see JOY in you!

12.13:: JOY Sunday is a time in Advent to 'lighten up.'  We add a light spray of flowers and invite the children to participate in the service.

I love trees filled with food for birds and even
some close-to-the-ground food for bunnies.

The third, JOY,  candle is lit on the Advent wreath and brings a tad more light into our worship space. Light piercing the dark but very warm day reminds us of the Hope of Christ and the reason for this season of celebration . . . we are getting closer to the end of this pregnant pause.

12.14:: Balmy days invite us outside but the drizzle gives us pause.  I'm not complaining.  So far, the 'winter' seems like spring!  Yet, as I am driving home mid-afternoon, with ever darkening skies, I enjoy the sparkle of Christmas lights that dance in front of homes.  Some inside trees are lit inviting my quick glance into a bit of celebration.  NICE!

12.15:: Nothing beats a decorated 'outside' tree.  Munchies for birds and ornaments from nature.  God provides everything we need.  Birds and squirrels and bunnies (and even the skunks that visit us at midnight) never seem to worry about tomorrow.  Why should we?  As I try to meet endless deadlines I am also trying to take a 'time-out' each week.  Hubby and I are excited to have received FREE tickets to Longwood Gardens, a bit of a drive for us but OH SO BEAUTIFULLY decorated for Christmas.  JOY comes in 'natural' packages.

Perhaps this was a leaky fountain but now it is a
great place to nurture succulents.  Lights
stream down each tier like running water.

12.16:: A long journey that was filled with DECEMBER DELIGHTS filled our souls for a long time to come.  A special luncheon began the day and then we drove to the gardens.  Endless vignettes of beauty filled our sightline as we moved through acres of enchantment. I should have taken more pictures but the black night popped with the color of lights and water dancing to music.  Mild weather enabled us to walk for three hours as we drank in the beauty of the season.  I think it is the BEST year we have had at the gardens even though every year is amazing.  I thank the Lord every day that I have eyes to see, ears to hear and an open soul to receive such blessings.

12.17::  A time to send greetings to those we love.  This is often the only time of year we share with friends we have known but have not seen for years. I love hearing about friends' children and family adventures.  It's a time to 'connect' and a time to refresh our memories of days gone by.  NICE.

12.18:: SUN!  Oh JOY! It's amazing, as the days grow darker and sun hides behind thick clouds, how my body seems to shut down.

My camera moved in this night shot but the blue lights
were spectacular as we entered the conservatory
so beautifully decorated with LIGHTS!

 I exercise more slowly and begin my day sluggishly.
I'm ready for bed an hour early.
 LIGHT shining through the darkness does make a difference.
 No wonder we celebrate the Light of Christ and His birth during the darkest time of the year.
 HE makes all the difference in this dark world . . .  and in my life!
Thank you God for sending Your Son to US!

12.19:: "My soul MAGNIFIES the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my savior."  Words from Mary after Elizabeth greets her with BLESSING!  Two women bonding together as each carries a miracle of life within them.  The power of the Holy Spirit communicates to Mary and Elizabeth the awesomeness of this moment.  No need for conversation.  They KNOW the spirit of the Lord is upon them and filling them to overflowing with JOY and grace.  AMEN!

12.20:: My nephew's birthday, another year to celebrate the life of this precious soul in Christ.

Open the doors and majestic trees greet the eye.

Advent 4, a very dark beginning to the day, as days continue to become the shortest in the year.  FOUR candles of light brighten a dim corner of the church.  JOY rings out as we rejoice in the story of the encounter between Mary and Elizabeth.  God graces two women with life.  Each carries that life that belongs to God and is God, respectively.  They burst forth with joy as their bodies burst forth with new life in God's due time.  John is a miracle to Elizabeth in her very old age.  The seed of God within Mary is a miracle for all humanity who will soon be born, will live a very short but productive life, and will be crucified so that we who believe in Him might have eternal life.

12.21:: The longest day of the year is pretty mild but sun has yet to peak through cloudy skies.  We hide inside and recall the glorious concert of carols we enjoyed yesterday.  Oboe, bassoon, clarinet, flute, french horn produced delicate tunes that danced in our hearts.  The grand piano duets and the choir anthem were a grand addition.  NICE.  Music gives rest tot he soul, especially for the listener.

Our little manger at church.  It's a perfect size for our little church.

12.22:: Just when the Light of Christ pierces through the darkness in celebration of His birth, we begin to see four minutes more light each day.  Wise men thought of the perfect time of year to celebrate.  Balmy weather with gray, dark skies confuses the mind.  It seems like spring!  We have been so blessed so far.  Tonight we drive around the neighborhoods basking in the luxury of outdoor decorations and lights and who knows what.  It's a fun time of year even if it is a bit busy.  We make time to be quiet, listen, wait, contemplate God's Word and simply breath in new discoveries daily.

12.23:: The day before Christmas Eve and all through the house, the rain was pouring far more than a douse.  The mantle was filled with all matter of things, the manger, the stocking and a wooden man who sends out puff-rings.  A dark, quiet day.  A time to say THANK YOU to friends who care enough to write a message, purchase a stamp and send their love.  I am way behind on this part but at least I try to respond to each person before the new year.  My mind dances with words for tomorrow.
The Lamb of God, born in the midst of sheep herders' flocks.  Sheep raised for required sacrifices and a little Lamb of God destined in the same way. . . for us.  An incredible gift  . . . for us.

12:24:: "And the glory of the Lord shone upon them . . . "  The Eve of the Nativity of our Lord, Jesus Christ is when we have our grand celebration.
The children take over the first service with the Pageant, narrated by the Youth.  This service is packed and rowdy and wonderful.  The time for carols before the later Festive service is my favorite.  In our tradition we can finally usher in Christmas with all those traditional songs.
The Festive Service with incense is fabulous, regal, filled with the Glory of the Lord as we are swept into the story of Mary, Joseph, the shepherds and, of course, the birth of Christ Jesus.

The Moravian star is a standard
symbol of light piercing the darkness.

This is the first crescendo of our liturgical year.
 This lofty beginning will hold us through Lent, Holy Week and, of course, the grand crescendo of the year, Resurrection Sunday.
CELEBRATE!
Celebrate Life!
Celebrate Life in Christ eternal, that we each may know and understand our own, personal relationship with God in Christ and rejoice in resurrected life.

12:25 Celebrate quietly . . . B R E A T H E . . . let the foggy, dark day envelope us like a blanket as we bask in the glory of last night's celebration of our Lord's birth.  Crazy, wild children's pageant with deep meaning, packed church and joyous embrace.  The second service, formal, traditional, a bit staid, was loved by that crowd too.  It's the Jesus story, heard year after year, given a new twist each time but remaining with the same traditions that draws people together.  It did help that our 70 degree weather drew more people than we'd imagined.  The true meaning of Christ-mas was presented, received, and given to the glory of God.  Hubby and I rejoice in His Holiness.

12.26:: In the beginning . . .  God . . . breathed words and that powerful breath created this microcosm

Each year we put up hubby's manger from when he was
a child.  His dad bought it in Germany during WWII.

in which we live.  Then God breathed his presence into a handful of dirt and man was created.  Then God provided parameters for his human creation.  We know how well that worked.  John 1:1 introduces us to God's new plan for us, Jesus Christ, who has been part of creation from the beginning.  I'm meditating on the words, "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God . . .  and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us."  There is dynamite-power in these in these words.

12.27:: We celebrate the first Sunday after Christmas.  The little tree that the children trimmed with Christian symbols toppled over in the night so we gathered a few early-birds (before the 8am service) to whisk away the tree and clean the plethora of pine needles left behind.  The tree, symbolized life, new life, with candy cane shepherd's crooks and all sorts of wonderful ornaments to remind us of Jesus' birth.  Life happens, as they say.  The poinsettias surround the manger as we recognize the "Word made flesh among us."  Christmas songs ring out and w rejoice at His coming.

Even our small church goes all out for Christmas.
We don't decorate until Christmas-eve and all
remains up until Epiphany,
12 days after Christmas.

12.28:: This old gal caught the Christmas spirit along with loads of germs.  Sore throat is now a full fledged cold.  It's not as bad as it could be as I gargled with Listerine every two hours as soon as I came home yesterday.  So much to do but the body moves slowly through the day.  I rejoice that hubby is making sure I am well cared for.

12.29:: I slog slowly and take mini-naps as I work through year-end reports and study by-laws.  Rain plops pellets of pearly pieces hard on window sills as temperatures continue to hover high.  No complaints here.  Although I rather enjoy shoveling snow, my body is just not up to it today.  Thank you, God, for so much rain.

12.30:: Feel a bit more perky as I plow through lovely Christmas cards, notes from friends, wonderful annual stories.  Our notes to friends will have to wait a few weeks, perhaps February would be nice.

This was last year's shot of the church.
No problem with snow this year . . .  so far.
Balmy days with little rain on Sundays.

 Major meetings and year-end expectations will, by then, be nicely tucked into files as we move into another season.  I've been off milk products for several days - so miss my yogurt but it helps to keep my nose from running too much.

12.31:: I awake to wonders that never cease.  Hubby is so creative.  Sparkle-stripes cover top hats and blow-whistles sit ready to celebrate the BIG day!  Nicely decorated envelopes with surprise-cards inside greet me as I move about the house in the early hour of the morning.  No wonder he staid up a little later last night, well after I was zoned out.  He sure knows how to celebrate the end of the year, and my birthday!  Happy Birthday to ME.  The sun even peeked out of gray skies for an hour.  I'm ready to celebrate . . . in spirit.  My body still slogs slow but is enthused to move a bit faster.  I'll write more next year!

NOVEMBER NORMALITIES

Our front door had this Fall
decoration.  And, always, a
Norwegian welcome!

WELCOME to NOVEMBER!
Light pierces through darker days as numbing winds become a nemesis to rose bushes and less hearty perennials.

11.01.15:: ALL SAINTS DAY!  A time to remember those who are now celebrating with the angels; a time to remember the legacy of love or knowledge or whatever they gave us to master and send to the next generation after us.  Praise God from Whom ALL blessings flow . . . .the blessing of the lives of those who died so that we might LIVE.  May our faith bring each of us resurrected life and a legacy of the same for those we love in the next generation.

11.02.15:: Piles of leaves puddle below huge maple trees with half their brilliantly colored leaves.  Red-gold pierces the green background of fir trees.  A magnificent Fall, with vignettes of pumpkins and dried corn stalks, envelop our sight-line as we drive about town.  OH JOY!  I thought Spring was beautiful but Fall in these parts shows us the glory of God's creation in new ways.

11.03.15:: It's our patriotic duty.  We are citizens of the United States of America . . .  the land of the FREE and the home of the BRAVE.  VOTE!  We have a numbing schedule but we make time for the one opportunity each year to select those whom we trust to make the right decisions for our township, county, state and nation.  Thank you, God, for this

It's our duty as citizens to vote even if this is an
'off-year' election.  The gift of freedom brings
responsibility.  The fleeing refugees would
be glad to vote in a democratic election.

freedom, honor and responsibility.

11.04.15:: Early up for a meeting with people from other churches.  We only meet four times a year so it is a grand time of sharing information and sharing opportunities for all of our congregations to gather throughout the year.  We create a long calendar and find that two of us are retiring at the same time.  Perhaps two churches can share one of our clones to provide some financial savings.  Fall colors are crisp and glitter in the sunny day.  Give THANKS with a grateful heart!

My sister is such a good botanical artist that I thought
she took a picture of this leaf that she DREW!

11.05.15::I'm buried in paperwork as I prepare to leave for a couple weeks.  The long list of 'must do' items shrinks by end of day but the garden beckons.  The fog finally lifts at the end of the day before darkness envelopes me.  I cut and drag and clean and empty pots . . .  until darkness halts my efforts.  Tomorrow is another day but I feel such a sense of accomplishment.  I LOVE digging in my garden even when dying plants fill two full bags.  This is the BEST Fall ever!  Love it!

11.06.15:: Words flow from my mind as I press them into the computer keys and they show up black against white.  The contrast of those who glorify themselves instead of giving all to the glory of God seems to be just as stark.  Oh how difficult it is to give our ALL to God, to give glory to Him.  It's so daily.  My waking prayer copies that of Solomon: "Praise God that you give me wisdom and discernment when I ask."  I then pray, "In the Name of Jesus Christ, by the power of His blood and His cross, bind up the power of evil spirits and command them not to block my prayers."  That's from Francis McNutt with Christian Healing Ministries in Jacksonville, Florida.  I am assured that my prayers to the the Lord throughout the day will go directly to my Lord.  AMEN!

I'm spinning.
I need to stop, totally,
completely.

11.07.15:: Off to convention at 0-dark hundred.  Long drive, long speeches, long  day. . .  but always
good to hear the news and see the people and make my vote count.  Autumn is ablaze and temps have skyrocketed into the 70s!  This is FABULOUS!  God is so good.

11.08.15:: Early up before the sun.  Sky peaks through clouds with swatches of magenta and gray until we are almost at church. A huge ball of light is right in my eyes but I learned how to wear two pairs of sunglasses cock my head just-so when we climb hills into the blaze of fire.  Crisp, cool with a dust of frost tells me the indian summer is over but what a

Transitioning to another place, even for a short
vacation seems like a perilous, winding road.
We are glad we are traveling to a familiar place.

gorgeous day!  The Widow's mite, given from the heart, all she had, speaks to us.  Are we really giving our ALL to the Lord each day . . .  from the heart?  So hard when my mind swirls with details to be presented at meetings today but tomorrow . . . tomorrow is another day . . .  maybe then.

11.09.15:: Prep, pack, plow through piles to sort before we are off for a bit of free time.  Organize, remember small details, gather everything we could ever need and then some more.  Never can have too much stuff when traveling is my motto.  I always end up using 1/3 so I'll pull it all out and put 2/3 back in the closet.  Fun.  We really need a breather from our busy schedule and the Lord needs me to quiet my spirit so I can really spend time with Him.  I plan long periods of silence as I walk each day.

I need to remind myself to BE,
not "do."  This is a time to
relax, regroup, BE.

11.10.15:: Off we go into the wild blue yonder . . . after waiting an extra hour.  Amazingly, by God's grace, we made our connection by a whole five minutes!  We'd prayed before we left home for angels to surround us, our luggage and all transportation until we reached our final destination.  It's amazing how prayer does work even though we half-heartedly believe what we pray.  I'm sure the Lord shakes His head at our unbelief.

11.11.15:: A new day!  It took us forever to unpack and find our way around yesterday but today we can run errands.  We enjoy fresh salad, fish and other healthy treats at our abode.  I so love staying 'home' and not eating out.  Now where do I find pots and pans, measuring cups and utensils?  We remember the Veterans as many tributes flash on the TV screen.  NICE.

Gabriel, messenger to Mary, works
overtime as we send our prayers to God.

11.12.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made, we will REJOICE and be GLAD!
 B R E A T H E,  MEDITATE, READ . . .  hubby wakes up.  POOF!  There goes my quiet time.  So glad I get up at least an hour earlier to take time to quiet my spirit and drink in the Lord's presence.  Scripture feeds my soul, heart, mind . . .  makes my day!

11.13.15:: I always wonder a bit about Fridays on this date.  I make it a day of blessing.  Little do I know that evil lurks all over the world and even in my own sphere influence.  Yet, I keep moving forward, knowing that God has angels surrounding me, protecting me, keeping me from the power of evil.  Even if I am pierced by evil deeds, the Spirit of God within me, the Holy Spirit, transcends the adversary's power.

11.14.15:: In Paris, evil lurked within gathering places  for music, soccer, a meal.  My heart sinks deep.  I think of the twin towers where thousands died.   Paris says 129 died but many wounded may be added to the toll.
Where is a place safe from evil?
 Physically, nowhere.
We are all 'open' to evil daily.

LIGHT transcends darkness.
The Light of Christ Jesus pierces the darkness
because He is the I AM.

But my own personal assurances from God enable me to 'feel' safe knowing that I will ultimately be with my Lord when I am taken from this earth.
 I wonder if any who died had this assurance?
 I wonder about evil.
 Evil is dark and lurks in dark corners waiting to pounce on all of us.
I may not see what's coming from dark, deadly corners of our earthly world but I  know the source of The Light,  God's Light,  the light of Christ,
the light that pierces the darkness and instantly nullifies the power of evil.

11.14.15:: I meet a dear friend for breakfast - a yogurt parfait.  Over two hours later we have barely touched the surface.  It's so good to listen,

Evil makes us see empty brush with no fruit.
Yet the Cross of Christ reminds us of
His forever presence in lives of those who
believe in Him.

affirm, share, be affirmed and know our conversations will never run dry.
Dinner with dear friends fills our souls with new hope for the work God has called us to complete.  Like minds and hearts makes the soul soar.  Thank you Lord!

11.15.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad!
 The beautifully sculpted stations of the Cross at the church we visited  tell the story of Jesus' gift to us - death on the Cross - shedding His blood and taking our sins upon Himself so we will never feel the sting of death.  My soul fluttered, filled, is refreshed . . . Thank you, Lord, for a time of 'filling.'

11.16.15::Paris is on the front page of news. Headlines flash the disastrous results of terrorism.  Muslim Jihadists.  Yes, I said it.
Those who have been screaming "death to America" for years are killing those in Paris?
France, a country with 47% muslims.  That's right.
Half their population!
The killers have mutated their souls to believe life has no value.
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob promotes LIFE.  Love life!
Love your neighbor even if you

God is good.  Life is good. We are good.
The whirl of evil in the world stops when we take a moment
to enjoy a fabulous sunset near the pier.

disagree with that neighbor.  Nurture life, no matter how grossly mutated that life seems on the outside.
These killers have mutated out of islam and cannot represent muslim beliefs.
To love God is to love all.
Their god is not Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
 Mutation turns things up-side-down.  To hate all who do not believe in Allah is to love Allah?
 If this is the religion that gives honor to Allah, this is a mutation of original intent.
Our Triune God loves all and wants ALL to know His LOVE and act out His love and love

Flip flops, warm weather, home away from home.
I'm learning to relax and  enjoy quiet moments.

others.  If others disagree with our God's precepts, we still love them and wish them well.
Yet, it's hard for me to love those who kill just because . . .  These killers, these beings, have mutated into killing animals.
I'm suppose to write words of JOY!
 Perhaps I can praise God that he hears our prayers for those who suffer because of this religious mutation.
Thank you, Lord, for receiving our fervent prayers for those who are being persecuted and killed.

11.17.15:: I'm still spinning as if I must go to work tomorrow.  I have one more week of sunshine and visiting friends and catching up with personal time.  I wonder if I can do this for months at a time.  I'll know next year.  So far I have had no time to do those many 'fun' activities on my list.  But, we are having fun and we are relaxing and we are enjoying each moment.  Thanks, lord for these simple moments.

I love the colors of vegetation that grows everywhere down here.

11.18.15:: Linger longer, with awhile, listen to God speak to me.  My soul soars.  I watch a video of a sermon to children and know in my heart that we are all 'children' of God no matter what age.  Keep words simple, keep teaching points simple, Keep It Simple Saints as I 'kiss' the heart of God in Christ. Thank you Lord, for a delightful morning of diligent listening.

11.19.15:: Time trails behind me as I let go of "shoulda, woulda, coulda" tapes in my brain.  I linger in lukewarm salt water and embrace the humidity on this hot morning.
I LOVE summer.  We are in a 'summer' place right now and feeling absolutely deliciously free.  Thank you Lord, for helping me let go of 'mothering' responsibilities for a few days. WONDERFUL!

11.20.15:: I gather with friends as I use to do weekly when we lived here.  It's like I never left.  We pray together and talk about maintaining our daily time with the Lord.  I've been with this group, on and off, for over twenty years and look forward to joining them weekly for six months each year.  We may be getting old but we are still 'called' to be ready to share the Gospel of Our Lord, Jesus Christ 'in and out of season' . . . or whenever we are given the opportunity.  It's great to be with a group who takes this seriously.  Thank you, Lord, for guiding me daily to keep my eyes on YOU.

What a glorious day!

11.21.15::  It's amazingly easy to get around town today.  We look for places that may be unique for groceries and find a wonderful little place not too far away.  Prices are great because they serve the 'regular' working population.  It's so nice to find spots that are not fancy but get the job done.  A windy day tells me that tomorrow might be a bit cooler?  I will not complain.  It's freezing up north!
Thanks, Lord, for providing a place for us to 'hang our hats' for a little while and linger longer by the sea.

It's strange to sit in our shorts and flip-flops
while looking at Christmas decorations.

11.22.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad.  I LOVE SUNDAYS!  For decades I wanted to bury Sundays under my pillow.  I did not understand why we should go to church when no one acted the same way the rest of the week.  But someone was praying for me [in fact many] and as I learned to kneel at the foot of the cross and serve the Lord, thy God, with all my heart, soul and strength, I love Sundays.  We visited the same church as last week and I pondered the mesh image of Christ hanging as if he were lifted from the cross in mid-air.  His head hangs as one who has died yet I see the 'resurrected' One who has taken my sin upon himself so that I will never feel the sting of death.

11.23.15:: Cold breeze invites us to open windows, walk the beach twice as long and linger longer in the sun.  This is what it's all about.  As temps plummet up north, we finally feel the right temps and dryness to enjoy these gorgeous days.  God is so good.  I praise Him for this beauty and pleasant part of our time away from winter.  I actually have to wear a jacket and the Christmas decorations don't seem as out of place as they did the other day.

Walking on the beach is great exercise but it is also
fun to people-watch when I take time to look up.
The homes are amazing and so close to the water.

11.24.15:: We begin to really relax.  There is something wonderful about stopping, waiting, listening and moving forward at a slower pace.  I am determined not to pick up work but I do enjoy hours of study in God's Word.  A surprise invite from dear friends who offer a full thanksgiving dinner because we will miss it when we travel on Thursday.  Dinner is a delight.  We say our final good-byes until we return many months from now.

11.25.15:: A time-out from fixing and cleaning for the future renter who will occupy the condo for the winter.  Time flies as we flit about, walk the beach and enjoy our last day in warmth.  Packing, organizing, making the place look like it was never lived in took a few more hours than planned.  Laundry done, clean sheets on all beds, "fresh and clean" is our phrase for the day.  Ahhhh, we sleep well after a long day knowing we have a long day ahead.

I love this little gate to Palm Cottage.
It invites us into a quiet green space
that is only open a few times a year.

11.26.15:: Early up to give THANKS for this special day.  We pray for the Lord's protection as we travel and give thanks for His presence and direction in our lives.  Packed flight on this day of Thanks-giving until the last leg.  Most are eating with their families by the time we arrive home.  Home sweet home, as inviting as when we left.

11.27.15:: Dive in to Advent lessons, words, plans for the coming Sunday.  A baptism awaits.  I put together words that remind us to be ready, slow down, take a pregnant pause as the first Sunday of Advent looms close.

11.28.15:: Advent is almost here - one more day!  The 'coming' of Christ . . . remembering prophecy that speaks of Jesus' return as we prepare to celebrate Christ's birth.  We are mindful of taking a time-out to remember the reason for this celebration . . . salvation for those who, by faith, accept God's grace through His Son.

11:29:15:: First Sunday of Advent: Coming!  The Lord is coming soon!  Only when chaos swirls beyond comprehension will Christ come again.  The Gospel writers thought the end of the world was during their generation as Christians were being killed by the droves.  Today it seems the same but we have far to go before with world swirls into such chaos that God will intervene by sending His Son again.  In the mean time, we begin preparation for the grand celebration of the year . . . the CELEBRATION of Christ's birth.  May we pause and remember the reason for this frenzy-filled season.

11.30.15:: The last day of the month, the beginning of a new liturgical year.  In our denomination, we begin at the beginning . . . again . . . becoming intimate with the Lord, Jesus Christ, through the eyes of the author of the Gospel of Luke.  God's healing hand, the great physician, is seen through the eyes of a practicing physician, Luke.  May we rejoice in another year of knowing Christ Jesus and making Him known to others. AMEN!

OCTOBER OVATIONS

This was a place on the side of the road where farmers plop their
fall produce.  I love the jumble of fall color

It's that time of year that we hear tractors chugging away as soon as the dew has dried.

Acres of corn swept into machines that keep what is good and leave the rest for the birds.
Tall stalks no longer reign as fields empty.

Fall is here.
Yet, I'm not ready for the whirl of activities that will consume us for the next six months.
Sometimes I ask the Lord to slow down time as each minute steadily ticks the day away.

#4175-4177:: Minutes turn to hours and suddenly it's time to leave for meetings.  A swirl of items on my list blows by like the wind and rain pressing against our windows.  Another week, another meeting, another group of tasks in front of me.  With all the swirl of each day I set a measured pace, breathe deep, linger with the Lord throughout the day and praise God for His wisdom and

I so love St. Francis
It's nice that Pope Francis took his
name from this godly wanderer.

discernment in the midst of so many decisions.

#4178-4180:: St. Francis, from riches to rags, from dreams of nobility to humbling himself as a servant of the Lord, Jesus Christ.
A complete 180 in his life leads him to build the church until he understands that it is not brick and mortar that builds the church.
 It's sharing the gospel, one person at a time, that makes the real building blocks of Christianity.
He died October 4, 1225 at the age of 45.
The rule of St. Francis was the foundation for Franciscan Monasteries throughout the world.

#4181-4183:: Words on paper.  So stiff.
What does my heart say?  Perhaps a picture in my mind will help words flow from my soul.
St. Francis' vow of poverty, chastity and caring for the poor brought true riches to those in need.
May the Lord help us all to see the riches of the Gospel that far exceed any sense of physical poverty.

We drive by this icon of the area weekly.
The sky is menacing but the fall colors POP!

#4184-4186:: Cool, fresh, early rise through dark skies.  Haze melts, sun warms our worship space and the glory of a fall day pierces through the soggy fields.  The words filled souls and were well received.  Pets blessed, children happy, a day of celebration that St. Francis began.  Love the children as we love our pets and share the grace of the Gospel and the world would be filled with peace.  A busy day with many meetings, new direction, new options for the future.

#4187-4189:: Up early with hubby to join him as we drive about to complete many scheduled appointments.  Throw a wonderful lunch and gorgeous weather into the mix and we feel we have had an adventurous day.  Who knew the tiny half-moon that neither of us could see on my new phone meant 'do not disturb.'  Oh to have my simple flip-phone that fizzled as it drowned in water.  Onward to new horizons and a new learning curve with technology.  Love it!  Keeps me on my toes.  A few hours in the garden and . . . voila!  Gorgeous blooms still fill my soul.

This city girl goes crazy over sheep.  We watched them
being sheered on a day that was not all that warm.
But they are ready to 'show' and win a ribbon!

#4190-4192:: Early up to move six bags of garden 'stuff' to the curb.  Vinegar all drains (my monthly ritual) get some work done while working on laundry and we are ready to go by noon . . . sort of.   Our little township fair with cows and sheep and rabbits and chickens and all that fills my heart with this annual farm experience.  We city dudes find this to be as close as we get to farm animals.  The expanse of fields behind us make us believe we live on a farm . . .  when we see the tractors hauling in fall produce.  Love this time of year.  We are SO BLESSED!

#4193-4195:: Gray turns to bright and breezy.  Another day that the Lord has made and I will be glad and rejoice.  Papers, printing, piles, preparation for meetings and celebrations and all things wonderful.  Tonight I meet with my women friends of PEO.  It's a time to breath fresh air into my daily routine.  Nice.

I love our little farm store.  They carefully place
these vegetables (yes, they really eat them) so
very carefully to entice us to enjoy the fall colors.

#4196-4198:: My body is tight with knots after one hour on 'chat' with my email carrier.  I'm calm, persevering forward, but my body says
S T O P !   B R E A T H E !  WAIT !
"Be still and know that I am God," says my soul.  I take a walk in the fresh air.
 I breathe in crisp Fall air.
 I pray for others and seek wisdom from my Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,  Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

I become 'one' with God for a minutia of a second.   I continue to breathe as I prepare for a huge meeting tonight.  God is with me.
 I sing a song of THANKSGIVING deep down in my soul.

#4199-4201::  I choke on words that seem to stutter out of my mouth.  Two sentences and I'm done.

Dad is loving all the attention from these little ones.
He never stops.  Retirement is not in his genes.

 Really done.  I say I will retire.  Silence.   One brave soul says, "We're going to miss you."  I feel better.  The void in my heart fills with peace.  Hard words for me to say but perhaps easy for others to receive?  Today I receive sweet words of affirmation. Nice.

#4202-4204:: We need the rain but WOW!  It drenched our little yard last night.  Crisp and clear today as I finish words for tomorrow, write letters, attend a morning meeting and prepare for a hospital visit to encourage an elderly soul who came through surgery just fine.  God is good, life is good, we are good.  Hooray!

#4205-4207:: A gorgeous Fall day with leaves beginning to turn.  Many surprises at church but was able to share my impending retirement with the entire congregation once they find a replacement or in six months, whichever comes first.  Some sad faces but assuring hugs were good medicine.  I felt loved by many but the words are so final.  I'm on my way to a new cycle in our life.  Hubby is 'over the moon' at my decision.  Now he can have me all to himself, which he rightly deserves.  LOL = Lighten Our Load.
I bet you thought I'd translate it the 'regular' way.

Fall is here: Cool mornings and warm Sunday afternoons
bring changes for head coverings.   Summer wear is
 organdy cap  for women and straw hat for men.
Now they turn to their black hats and coverings.

#4208-4210:: Dark fills the room but the clock says, "not that early."  It 'dawns' on me that the days are getting shorter.  Dense fog finally burns off in a few hours as I wait for the bishop to call me back.  Now begins the business end of retirement.  And so the story goes.
 I think I'll finish my tea and do some scripture study to ease my whirling soul.
As I wait for the bishop, a phone call with an offer to help out with an 'open' task at church is nice to hear.
People are pitching in to cover all the bases as we look for an Admin. person.

#4211-4213:  Today I say my favorite verse, "Trust in the Lord with all thy heart, lean not on your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge Him and he will make your path straight."  Proverbs 3:5-6
 I have no idea about the procedure so I must trust the surgeon.  We pray that the Great Surgeon, God, will make the procedure simple and easy.  AMAZING!  Why am I always amazed?

 The prep took more time than the surgical procedure.  Piece of cake.  Results were GOOD!
 We eliminate one more challenge.
 Everyone was so very nice and I was in and out in a blink of an eye.
 TRUST is my word of the day.
You'd think I'd learn one of these days. Selah!

#4213-4216:: Ups-n-downs.  Remember the movie "Mame" . . . the old version.  Make purposely bought land next to her future in-laws' little shangrila called Ups-n-downs.  This was meant to show these uppity people a little piece of reality.  Hubby and I have been hit with a bit of reality with our tiny home we inherited then flooded last year. . . . destroying everything in it.  So we had to gut it out completely and start over.  This 'new' home is now being tested by a new AC that pops every fuse in the place?  Ups-n-downs.  We breathe deep, send more shekels to those fixing the problem and pray this is the last of our challenges in our little 'Shangri-La.'  Soon we will retire and make it our home . . .  if it is still standing.

Small towns, roadside stands, and homes are creating Fall Fest
scenes for those of us who simply pass through.
Fall is the very best season up here.

#4217-4219:: In between the chaos of phone calls and decisions yesterday, I decided to read a sweet book written by Susan Branch called, A Fairy Tale Girl.  I forgot about work.  I forgot about our unstable Shangri-La, I forgot about everything as I read a story about an era in which I was also a part.  It was a time when we were raised to be wives and moms.  We had no idea that we could BE anything.  It's a story about a late bloomer, just like me.  Only she got married when I was at a job that took me all over the world.  Same story, though.  Life is a fairy tale until our bubbles burst.  We hit reality, look through the glass clearly and take a new path.  My path was to follow Christ Jesus as Lord.  Doors opened wide and I walked through.  It does not mean that life has been perfect (like I explained yesterday) but I have ONE who walks with me every step of the way.  I feel loved.  When I think I am drowning in the muck and mire of daily challenges, I know I will always be held up by my Lord.  NICE.

Although tobacco season is over and barn boards are back in place,
I love to remember that short period of time when Amish
dry tobacco in the fields or in their barns.

10.16.15:: My blog notes are changing.  I no longer reflect on three 'eucharisteos' each day but I do reflect on my daily journey with a positive outlook.
I have far more than THREE thanksgivings each day.
Each minute I breathe is a blessing.  Each hour of the day I pray I honor the Lord, my God.
Each day of the week I try to reflect on some way I've grown.
Perhaps someone in this grand world might actually read my notes and, beyond my wildest imagination, that persons might connect with these reflections to affirm their journey.

Leaves are just beginning to turn.
Rich colors on Maple trees are the BEST!

10.17.15:: Yesterday was a wonderful surprise.  We drove through the countryside filled with fields empty of corn, or with bales of 'whatever' scattered about, with trees beginning to turn golden and orange and bright red.
 Fall up here is a wonder.
 Our destination was the home of a couple we had just met through our church activities.
 We thought we'd enjoy a quick lunch and mosey home but five hours later, as sun was beginning to move below the horizon, we thought it best to part company.
 So much shared yet we could have spent more hours together.  Food for body and soul filled us to overflowing.  Now to digest the memories slowly . . .  until the next time we meet.

So hard to do sometimes
yet, so absolutely necessary
in a world where only a few
self seekers can destroy nations.

10.18.15:: Moody skies bring filtered light into focus upon arrival at church.  COLD turns to a nice crisp day as we celebrate "serving the Lord with gladness, caring for each other and then to another." A dear couple tried, again, to make it to church but to no avail so I made sure I made a home visit.  I cannot state enough how important it is to plan ahead when our bodies degenerate to a point that caregivers are needed throughout the day.  "Plan ahead", I tell them.  If you cannot walk into a senior facility on your own, you will not be admitted.  With that in mind, skilled nursing is prohibitive in cost over a long period of time.  Plan now, while we are still able to maintain options in our lives.

10.19.15:: S L O W goes my body as I lift weights, think about meetings, prep work and plans for the season of Advent, so very close.  Green leaves turn brown or bright orange and yellow against the backdrop of moody, deep gray skies.  Sun pierces through a cloud to illuminate a cluster of maples.  WOW. . .  POP. . . my senses overflow with gratitude.

This is the other side of the scene we see from our house.
It's fun to stop on the little road behind this farm to view it's endless beauty.

10.20.15::  We decided to proclaim this a day of prayer.  We prayed for friends, relatives, those in need, our government and so much more.  Then we took the very long drive to church and prayed over every edifice, every pew, every corner of the church that God would reign.  We used the prayer from Christian Healing Ministries which begins,  "In the name of Jesus Christ and by the power of His cross and His blood, we bind up any evil spirits and command them not to block our prayers."  Two hours of prayer in the church was only the beginning. Our healing service on Sunday, I pray, will bring forth the full power of the Holy Spirit in the lives of God's faith-filled people.  AMEN!

10.21.15::  Bright, calm, cool weather draws us out of the house to take care of all those little things one does before winter sets in.  My hope for 'indian summer warmth' is slowly fading as I put a thicker quilt on the bed, dress in one more layer and bring in more outside furnishings.  Nights are chilly but days are still balmy (in the afternoons).  Time to take pictures of the gorgeous changes in color and beauty of dying foliage.

After the frost

10.22.15:: Hydrangeas are HUGE but frost fried their color to shades of beige.  I so wish I could bring them inside but I already have so many.  Beauty may fade but it does not lose its lustrous wonder.  Clip, clip here, snip, snip there, here a clip there a snip and . . . the garden is receding to its winter state.

Full summer blooms

 10.23.15:: Are we all blind? Mark 10:46-52 shows us how much the blind many 'sees' before Jesus restores his sight.  He 'saw' in his soul the healing power of One he had never met.  Do we walk into our churches needing our sight restored?  Sometimes I wonder.  We walked around our church this week and anointed each corner as we prayed (we did this outside and inside).  For the first time I saw pealing paint and steps in need of repair.  It's not that I saw disrepair but I saw in my heart that people no longer saw their precious church needed help.  It's a heart thing.  "Someone else will fix this."  I don't have to care.
Blind hearts are far more difficult to heal than vision.  I've been blind but now I see.

My favorite tree is just outside an industrial mall.
POPS of beauty balance out slabs of concrete.

10.24.15::  Our friend is dying.  Hit by a car.  He is 98 and was doing so well.  We assumed he would live forever since he seemed gifted with longevity.  His sage advise and deep faith in God has been a pillar to us.  As each wise one goes to the Lord before us, we realize we are that much closer to our time of eternal JOY with Christ Jesus.  May we 'practice' what the Holy Spirit shows us as we lead others through their personal 'earthly' journey in preparation for eternal glory.

This old church remains standing with
ancient windows that let in rays of
sun though colored glass.
That's what Bud's life has been to us.
He is our 'ancient' window who invites us
in to his world of God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit

10.25.15:: We felt it in the air as the raindrops popped onto our windshield at O-dark-hundred this morning.  The light is being shut out by more darkness yet the Light of Christ pierces these chilly mornings as we pray and sing songs on the way to church.  Skies brighten and  cold becomes comfortably cool by the time we leave church.  Bartimaeus was blind, yet he had 'vision.'  Do we in the church pews have vision?  Can we see that which is right before our eyes, that Christ has called us to do to bring others into the kingdom of God?  We sit with our dying friend, so very alert at 98 and sharp as a tack as he remembers street
names from his wanderings 60 years ago.  Our hearts are so sad but his 'vision' is to be with the Lord at last.  His faith is immense.  Ours needs to grow.

10.26.15:: Spinning mind, long lists, endless emails.
Mondays make me dizzy.  So glad I spent early-time preparing body and soul for a very hectic day.

10.27.15:: Tap, tap, click, click go the keys on my computer.  I make sure I get up every hour to work on something else so I remain viable throughout the day.  So much to do and so little time.  I look ahead to the end of December as I make sure the next couple months run smoothly while hubby and I take a break for a few weeks. S T R E S S is balanced by time to B R E A T H E.  God is with me as I focus on one detail at a time . . .  from finance . . . to announcements . . .  to vestry proposals.

10.28.15:: BREAK DAY!  I doodle, read periodicals, enjoy catalogs that are piling up in the corner and dive into a fluffy novel about a village priest who serves his people well.  Dare I find time to vege out and loosen my brain and 'waste' time? YES!  This is my retreat day in spite of the piles of work on my desk.  God is so good!
Thanks, Lord, for paralyzing my frenetic behavior for several hours so that I can drink in JOY!

10.29.15::  Ahhhhh, a new day!  My mind spins as I prep for the big meeting tonight, make lists of

chores to be completed today and anticipate another glorious day of Fall color.  Our ride to church is filled with magnificent vignettes of well-tended, empty, fields, colors that POP and fresh, crisp air that we breathe deep.  We are indeed HAPPY CAMPERS!  Huge patches of color flicks from branches and joins the piles of red, orange, rust and brown on the ground. God's GLORY is right in front of us for all to see. AMEN!

10.30.15:: Early up, full of energy, nice prayer time, ready to dive into study but hubby needs me to pack a lunch for his day away.  Love it!  My reward is a quiet day of concentration to write, reflect, breathe in the Fall chill and . . .  OK, so the rugs need vacuuming.  At least I can pace myself and sip an extra cup of tea.  Every day is a good day but this is like frosting on the cake.

10.31.15 All Hallows Eve, a time for Christians to pray away the pesky spirits that get in the way of our prayers for those loved ones who are now enjoying resurrected life.  Tomorrow we celebrate the Saints and saints who have impacted our lives.  The Saints are holy people whose lives were totally committed to helping generations to follow to understand what it means to be a Christian.  In the same way, the "saints" in our lives who influenced our walk in Christ are just as important.  Scripture, [the God's Word to guide our walk], tradition [embracing wisdom from Saints who have gone before us] and reason [taking time to digest, contemplate and follow what we have learned from Saints and saints] are the three pillars of our church.

May we end this month with the anticipation of new light [tonight we turn clocks back one hour] as the days grow darker.  May the Lord light our path as we seek a deeper knowledge of our salvation through faith in God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.