Holy Week 2014

This year I have been reading through 

the Bible in Chronological order-

amazing and eye opening!

At the start of this Holy Week

leading up to that most glorious event

Resurrection Sunday,

I had been stumbling along through

the prophet Zechariah, feeling depressed

by the dire warnings and the heedless

captive Jews. 

Then right in the middle of this a verse leapt off

the page and brought an instant surge of tears.

""then they will look on Me whom they pierced. 

Yes, they will mourn for him

 as one mourns for his only son, 

and grieve for Him as one grieves for a firstborn."

And then a few verses later

"In that day a fountain shall be opened for...sin 

and for uncleanness. "

And then 

"And one shall say unto him, 

what are these wounds in thine hands?

 then shall he answer,

 those with which I was wounded

 in the house of my friends."

I bow the knees of my heart and worship

the One whom my soul loves

and who gave His all in the 

"house of His friends"

that I might look on Him who I pierced

and be cleansed in that Fountain

from all my sin and uncleanness.

April

"April is the two-week-old kitten, the 

month-old lamb, the six-month-old heifer,

the two-year-old girl.

Too young to know it has either past or future,
 it wears the ribbon of the fleeting present
 as part of itself--a crisp bowknot
of iridescent taffeta changing with the colors of the sky

from the pale pink of dawn
 to the pale blue of noon
and the dusty rose of sunset.

It dances on legs too unsteady to support it,
 but they are unaffected by the pull of gravity
and touch the feathery pillow of the earth
only to spring away."

Gladys Hasty Carroll

The Country Life

For the past 25 years I have lived in the country-

treed lot, then wide open spaces with view of hills,

then wide open field with view of mountains.

For all my growing up years from when I can remember

 until I was 18, I lived in the country

 with the closest town consisting of

a small convenience store, an auto shop,

 school and 3 churches.

Today I drove out into the country over rolling 

hills, around swells and curves past barns

and fields. The sky was blue and the 

day was lovely,

but I wept...

I have tried so hard to like and be happy in 

town, to look out my window and see buildings

and railroad tracks and people passing

my home on the sidewalk.

But I am a country girl who loves nature

and the open sweetness of acres of 

space to breathe. 

And I weep...

 for the hard reality of 

what I have had to give up because

of the bad choices others have made

and the choice I made to leave, that I knew was

healthier than to stay.

I am blessed to have a home, a yard,

in a safe neighborhood, and I try to 

be thankful for it each and every day

But today I wept for what I love most

and deep in my soul I crave, the country life.

Will there be fields of wildflowers and waving grass 

in heaven? Will the breezes there smell of raspberries

just over the fence? Will I have time to walk 

quietly alone there? Will the river of Life

be as lovely as the rivers here? 

Will the tears I weep here be forgotten there?

I wait and I hope....

Best Old Friends

When I moved into my new house this past week

I finally was able to unpack my boxes of books

that have not been opened for a year and a half.

As I pulled them out to put on shelves

I found myself saying "Hello, old friends!"

and feeling a joyful coziness come over me.

And that shows how much of a book lover I am!

I can taste like it was yesterday the cold popsicle

against my tongue and feel the tingle of excitement

as I see the title "Castle of Adventure".

I can hear the rain pouring down in tropical bursts

as I see the title "The #1 Ladies Detective Agency".

I can feel elation and the cramped quarters of 

a long car ride when I see the title

"Trixie Belden and the Black Jacket mystery"

 I can smell the sweet aroma of baking bread

as I see the title "At home in Mitford"

and I can see the blue sky wheeling in great 

robins egg arcs as I see the title 

"Summer in Fairacre".

I wish everyone could love books the way I do,

it just makes life so much more wonderful.

"A mind needs a book like a sword needs a whetstone."

G. Martin

Precious New Life

Here is Rory, my newest grand son.

I watched him while his parents went for 

dinner for their anniversary.

When I babysit him he always sleeps

the whole time!!

Isn't he so cute?~ I might be somewhat subjective!