Monthly Archives: December 2016

The Great Grass War

Well, ever since the early fall of the year two thousand and fifteen, when the notion of a grass free kingdom was first considered, and consequently a war of eradication declared, a brutal struggle has ensued, between the insidious roots of bermuda, the tick dense thatch of augustine, and my weapon of choice, the therapeutic shovel.

Now today, with two thousand and seventeen just beyond the bend, the war, unfortunately is still far from over. However, to concede is completely totally absolutely unthinkable, thus new battle plans are to be hatched, and at last, or at least I hope, victory will be mine before we see another New Years. I just must keep front and center those famous words, Never give up! Never surrender!

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The Light

 

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Regardless of the calendar, for me it is officially winter in Southern California. I know this because of the lights. You see, I like to think of the lights, which are so prolific in my hometown, as our visible replacement of the changing seasons. It is our snow; our own kind of frosting.

Contrarily, the lights make the outside darker, the air seem colder, the shadows deeper. There is also a hush about the air, a calm stillness from the lack of air conditioners running, making the nights a silent time of reflection.

So while gazing out my kitchen window to admire my neighbors snow, I can not help but marvel at the faithfulness of the God of all creation, who meets us wherever we are, and uses whatever is available, to remind busy people like me, that this is the season to celebrate, the Light of the world, peace on earth, and good will towards men.

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New Every Morning

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It is often those small things one does, which seem inconsequential in the moment, that can bring a sweet sweet song into the heart of the receiver.

Liebe Lee put snow flakes on my morning window yesterday….sigh

Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

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Mixing it with Love

Today I hit the hard spot. I knew it would be coming, and alas, it’s here. That place where love and desire bump up against selfishness and the ability to putter around the familiar and watch the flowers bloom along side the weeds….sigh

Well anyway,  I suppose it is now time to banish this rogue state of mind to the nether regions, and to help it get moving along,  I am going to go and find my mom, and get myself a snuggle and a hug, because I cannot think of anything better than some mommy love to make the world seem bright.

Happy Sunday Blessings

❤️ Belinda

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Home, or Something Like It.

Well, I have moved in with my parents. It will be much easier for them, and for me, to be available in residence, instead of needing to go back and forth between two places. It is amusing when you consider, that it is the norm for your children to grow up and leave you, and I am managing to do the opposite, I am leaving them, but I do love a story with a twist, and God has been delightful in providing me one.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

❤️ Belinda

 

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