Glowing Bench Image by PixelsTalk.net
O Lord, I feel your nudge. I’ve made myself dizzy with doing worldly things. Against a noble mission to love you first, I have rushed through this busy day. Your glow of sunset warms my bench to sit awhile with you. O Lord, I hope I have done your will today.
“When cares increase within me, Your comfort gives me joy.”
No doubt about it – God has willed your life and mine. Just think about this for a moment. Your life and mine are not repeatable. Spring is perfect for being renewed and given a clean spirit…because…You and I are God’s holy sanctuary.
This robust rooster painting comes from a Georgia artist, Robin Robinson. She’s my kind of gal when she says, “When I create something, it’s just me, figuring out how to express my vision…not a formula for creation.” My sentiments exactly.
Robin’s rooster musters up a special memory; it revives one of my mother’s WWII stories. The family farm was close enough and my Maman Denyse would occasionally ride her bicycle to collect fresh eggs, butter and vegetables to supplement they meager rations.
“HALT!” screamed the menacing guard at checkpoint as the young lady eased on the brake pedals. Aghast! realizing she was late for the curfew. I can imagine how heavy her heart must have pounded as his harsh tone touched her ears. Mon Dieu! My God! My mother quickly thought, “I have no choice but to charm this ogre so he will me go home.” Thank God! He toyed with her gorgeous smile, not even noticing the satchels full of rationed goodies and let her go. With her head to the Mistral wind, she began pedaling as fast as her heart was beating.
Meanwhile my frantic grandmother Mame Jane had flung open the iron gate as soon as she spotted her Denyse flying through the town square, her legs like jellyfish as she spun into the family courtyard. Needless to say, that Sunday night they enjoyed an omelet with crusty buttered bread and sipped red wine. Although emotionally drained, they both were very hungry, yet most grateful. My mother never missed a curfew after that harrowing experience, or else, I wouldn’t be telling you this war story. Now that calls for another OMG!
Painting by Lucid Being – Ash
God gives us this holy season of Lent to ask ourselves – What do you believe? Do you see your life as irreplaceable?
The likely answer might be “Yes, maybe, not now Lord, or a little later,” coming from Catherine Doherty when she said:
“When Jesus was nailed to the cross, “Maybe, perhaps. He just said, I love you, the proof is that I am dying for you. That is all.”
I find this meditation very compelling to ponder over…
From Catherine de Hueck Doherty
Foundress of Madonna House in Canada and author of “Poustinia.”
Blue Mountain Beach, South Africa
There is a gold mine of adventure deep within me waiting to be tapped,
Travels far beyond my imaginations to accomplish,
Dreaming to be real…
Anonymous Women Reconstructed by Patty Carroll
When I look back to the fashion trends of yesterdays, I am glad we have past the silly norms of matching everything in a wardrobe. Today women can wear pretty much to their heart’s content. Or, are we indulging in obsessive apparel chaos as the image above suggests?
Dear Fashionistas, what say you about this fluffy topic?
Still Life with Onions by Paul Cezanne
A quick glance at Paul Cezanne’s still life makes me happy to think that I can make a ‘tarte a l’oignons’ – an onion pie for dinner tonight! So does the act of writing thrill me. Beautiful art and writing blend so well together like pate on French bread. I cherish your visits. You are my best audience and your feedback is important. You help me spread more “joie de vivre’ – Exuberant enjoyment of life.
Living with gusto
Drop the nonsense, give a hand;
You’ll be aptly surprised!
Stephen King says it best: “Read a lot, write a lot.”
Both make me so happy.
Tell me, what makes you happy?
…so what would you like to read from your scribe for love…???