Saturday, June 7, 2014

my favourite things/ our littlest man


you were loved long before

you were yearned for long before

you were imagined
years ago
decades ago
a half a century and maybe more before

I remember playing barbies
at six
with Carolee
on her stairs
in her room

always it was real
and we had children
and grandkids
and it was all about what we would name them
and how we would live

and now
here you are

precious one

loved upon long before
you came to us

Each time
my photo of the day arrives
my heart does this little leap

you see
precious one
I saw you in my heart of hearts
long ago
and your mom
and your dad
and brothers and sisters
and me

Gramma
loving you
as always I have
and always I will

It has nothing to do
with what you do
It has everything to do
with just you

our littlest man

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Psalm 139

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

my favourite things/ they still live beneath the step




they still live
beneath the step
and as I venture out
for my midnight watch
they remember me
and come out of hiding
grandaddies
princes
old mamas

tonight one so little it could have hidden
away with ten others
on my smallest nail
the rain so fresh and light
it tagged along
to hear the retelling
of tales of old

of little girls and boys
and wagon rides
and always the tucking away after
where they all belonged
beneath the step

Sam and Blue
joined the parade
the two deer stay hidden beneath the poplars
knowing I saw them too
their hearts were in
they had already paraded by us for a week now
unafraid
satisfied with the peace
and rest this land
affords to
all who come
to play
in the
midnight hour

rain drizzling fresh
on the planted garden
new life breaking forth from little dead seeds
awakening
a mystery unveiled
with patient waiting

thoughts of African loves
building all the memories they can
while dreaming and hoping
with the coming future

a little family over the mountains
discovering puddles
and spring blossoms
a little black and white cat
and Spring birds
a dog's friendship
and new birthings of beauty
of life all around
gardens planted with good seed
a happy waiting
for the harvest

a son building
like a carpenter's Son
from many years ago

hearts all content
learning of a certain goodness
that always floods the earth
no matter what sits before
the goodness
covers still

the midnight hour
is the game we play
of remembering
and thanking
a little dance with the frogs
a few dog hugs and scratches
a few who who's
with the night birds
a smile lifted
to my God
a deep breath
one with His
a sigh
satisfied
and
so free
to be
me

they come from beneath the step
for this game we play

my favourite things



Tuesday, April 8, 2014

my favourite things/broken glass

                                                                                          ~ broken glass art by Bing Wright

broken mirrors
they seem no use to us
but when held up to the light
show a world of Kaleidescope beauty
like a stained glass by a Master's touch
we stand in awe and catch our breath

broken lives
they seem no use to us
but when held up to the Light
The Master's touch
shows what is really there
and piece by piece reflects
a glimmer never thought
by human heart
could ever be restored

it is the Master's touch
that takes a broken piece
of glass or human heart
and gently bends His Light around
and a Master Piece
is born

He bends His knee to heal us
He comes in gracious mercy
to take us in His arms and hold us
He comes by His gracious Spirit to woo us
and what seems no use to broken man
to God is how His heart
is born in us

broken mirrors
broken lives
His love that holds us

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I saw this wonderful broken glass art by Bing Wright.... I know you will love the others~ God is making you something beautiful, even in our brokeness... God works a miracle
http://www.bingwright.com/

Sunday, April 6, 2014

my favourite things/ God's grace is always kind








































































This was an end of the year posting that ended up 'not here' but grace must always be shared~ His grace is always sufficient~ peace to all my beloveds~ so precious to Him you are, and to me.

God’s grace is always kind
it is life that is hard
and though so often joyous
life has a way of pulling the carpet right out from under us
at times
we just don’t understand God
but
God’s grace is always kind
in that hard spot
when life seems to just swallow us
and we would shout out at Him
and say Why God
Why me God
Why all this pain
or all this joy
or all this sorrow
God’s grace is always kind
and comes to us
and puts its arms around us
holds us up
binds up our woundedness
waits with us
for healing
or gives us better
God’s grace is always kind
don’t ever think there is not enough
don’t ever think you are not worthy
that He is blind and does not see
or understand
your depths
of agony
God’s grace is always kind
its purpose is life
and that abundantly
in our hearts
in our minds
in our whole beings
not just for now
but for Always
this grace
has tasted life’s agonies
and joys
its victories
and triumphs
it is God’s grace that holds us
when all is lost
when we are found
Be still and let it hold you
rest in its embrace
you are His Beloved
let His Grace show you
the kindness of God
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beloved let us love one another
for love is of God
and he that loveth not
knoweth not God
~I John 4:7,8
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Greater love hath not man than this
that he lay down his life for his friends
~John 15:13
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Love is patient,
love is kind
and is not jealous;
love does not brag
and is not arrogant,
does not act unbecomingly;
it does not seek its own,
is not provoked,
does not take into account a wrong suffered,
does not rejoice in unrighteousness,
but rejoices with the truth;
bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails…
~But now abide these three; faith, hope, love,
but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7,13
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For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.~Romans 8:38-39
God’s grace is always kind

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