Monthly Archives: May 2019


While there are “blue skies up above”, and I’m thinkin’ that not quite “everyone’s in love” with the heat in NC, it has definitely been a lazy river type of day – especially as the sinus infection seems to slowly begin its meandering journey away from me. Storms never come in singularity for me. Some I talk about and some – I just don’t. Depends on what I hear the Captain speak to my fingers.

Spent most of the day just fidgeting. Making physical copies of Pop Kaufman and Daddy Mike for the Memorial Day display in our home – – Reading some more of Kline’s “Piece of the World” – – Brushing the lab girls as I try to keep some of their hair outside instead of inside clumps floating here – – War room time as I pray, copy Bible verses, and wonder for the umpteenth million time WHY? WHAT possible lesson am I missing in this trifecta of storms? You’d think at 68 it would be a little easier navigating this dinghy – –

When I came inside from trying to move a few plants and failing miserably (since it is too hot and I still just want to curl into a ball and sleep), a few of Mom and Dad’s favorite songs “just happened” to be playing on my list – “Up a Lazy River”, “It Had To Be You”, “Summertime”, “My Foolish Heart”, “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered”, “Dancing Cheek-to-Cheek” and suddenly, I’m 4 or 5 again, watching from the sofa as they dance around the living room or listening at the top of a dark stairway for the signals that their stormy argument is almost over – – and somehow – – those signals always came as both of them would wander up the steep stair to tuck me back into bed and sing “Oh, You Beautiful Doll” until I fall asleep.

“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”~Matt 6:33

So today, I guess I’m still looking for signals of the storm’s passing, waiting for the melodies that always soar around me when I reach deep for that “peace that passeth all understanding” which always follow the storms’ path. I just have to keep taking baby steps forward. Listen for His voice. Stand on His WORD. And – positively KNOW that while He is just being quiet in my noisy boat, He has already charted the course and controls the winds and seas with His WORDS.

It’s funny.  I really love physical storms.  I love watching the dark clouds approach.  The way the thunder rumbles not only around the house but deep into my belly.  Oooooo – the smell of rain as it begins to hit the leaves far away, drawing closer and closer until it hits my nose. Not to mention – the wind that blows out all the staleness and dirt that clutters the air.  Lightening that crackles my soul with becomes a small light in the darkness.

All of it.  Powerful. Magical. Miraculous.

Daddy used to say it was just one of GOD’s ways of reminding all us who really is in charge of creation.  I still remember coming down a different set of stairs when a storm had awakened me, on July 4th 50 years ago.  Mom was still asleep in their bed , but Dad was standing by the window watching the storm of a lifetime hit our small town. He heard me and beckoned me forward to him.  We stood together, watching the lightening, listening to the thunder and rain while my earthly father shared his heart of wisdom with me.  Once again, He prayed with me and for me.  I miss that.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”~Ps 90:12

So I am numbering my days. Seeking those signals that the storms of a lifetime are once again leaving my area. Excited to hear the new melodies that will enfold me in their warmth and dry my tears. For Our Father, His Son, and the Holy Spirit are good…very good…at steering floundering dinghys – even ones with lots of holes in them.  Grace patches are amazing.  

All the time –

They are good.   


Well – after a long week of sinus infection, plans disrupted and sleeping away the most perfect days of the whole spring while wrapped in a winter blanket – I gave in and called the doctor to get meds. Unbelievably, I’m still awake at 9 P.M. for the first time since Monday.

Errrr…I get so mad at myself when I think if I go one more day – – – I will beat a fever back into the netherlands from which it came.

“Everything is permissible for me,” but not everything is beneficial.”~Cor 6:12a

Praising GOD when you can barely keep your eyes open, shaking in 70 degree weather despite wearing two sweatshirts and a blanket, while dealing with a head that feels like it is about to implode or explode (take your pick) is not beneficial, YET – where there is turmoil, there are many blessings as well. Ask Job. You just have to work a little to see them.

“Whether you eat therefore or drink, or if you do anything, you shall do everything for the glory of God.”~1 Cor 10:31

So now that I am trying to catch up on some probiotic eating to counter the meds and tolerate food again, I actually had time to just sit on the chaise lounge that my parents had long ago, read a book that my kidlets sent me for Mother’s Day and enjoy just being still. 
No words. 
No music. 
Just long communion with the One who knows and loves me best and a small sparrow nesting in a planter over my head.

And just like 50+ years ago when I stretched out on this same chaise lounge under the skies He had created in a yard of my memory, I fell asleep. 
Kitty curled beside me. 
Book spread open where it had fallen on my chest. 
The labs keeping watch over their flocks. 
The words of My LORD coloring the last fragments of an intangible dream and echoing in my head as I returned to world.

“Come after me…for I make all things new, Brynie.” [2 Pt/Rev]

I am still His child –

And the next time –

Will someone please remind me to go to the doctor as soon as this craziness starts? 

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The first Mayflower to appear today was arriving at school and finding the gym full of kids, parents and “Feed the Hungry” ministry leaders. Organized chaos might be too mild of a term. Three schools working together to compile thousands of meals. Kids learning skills they don’t usually learn in school. Parents working side-by-side with teachers and their kids. 
Screaming (whenever a new box was completed).

Its joyous aroma permeated every inch of the school today – not to mention the flowers sitting on my desk from a wonderful principal in honor of “Teacher’s Week”

“Thou art good, and doest good.”~Ps119:68

His flowers usually come in bouquets, and – sure enough – the second bloom awaited me at home. All my gardens are starting into their second year of growth and have overdone themselves in their beauty and aromas. Last year’s planting of wisteria is already starting to cover the top of the portico and surprised me with blooms. I really didn’t expect them for a couple more years – especially since they were fresh cuttings last summer. Then there are Mama Mick’s pink hedge roses reaching for the sky with their blooms. Daddy Mike’s red rose that burst into full array of color while I was gone today.

I took a deep breath, sat on my swing and gave thanks.

“The upright shall dwell in Your presence.”~Ps 140:13

I almost missed the next flower. When my NYC daughter called, I was outside sitting on the swing, brushing the dogs and having silly kitty try to eat some kind of critter under my feet. (I tried to save it, but not sure I succeeded). After coming in and checking my phone, I smiled and breathed in another sweet aroma of His blessing in my life. 
Long conversation. 
A few tears (as always). 
Laughter. (as always) 
Joy. (as always).

This time when I went back outside, I hauled four loads of mulch. Laughed as the dogs kept grabbing the bigger sticks out of the pile. Then I looked up and saw the UPS driver pulling into my driveway.

“You are worthy, O LORD, to receive glory and honor and power.”~Rev 4:11

The final bloom of the day for my Mayflower bouquet had arrived. It was like opening one of those Christmas/birthday presents that never seemed to end. Wrapped in cardboard, paper, bubblewrap, plastic, I carefully, pulled and cut through each level hoping I wouldn’t damage whatever was hidden from sight.

It was indeed a precious flower. A reassurance of a Father who sees and hears when we call on Him with our deepest faith, tears, love and fears. A piece of art emerged. Art created by daughter-of-another-mother. A daughter of my heart who made me cry tonight – once again.

GOD is good. All the time.

The art now hangs in my bedroom where I can see it – the last thing at night as I read my last Bible verse, and the first thing in the morning as I say my first “Baruch Hashem, Adonai”. Our Father’s bouquets are always the best. Full of bittersweet aromas and beauty sometimes created by the hands of the people I love.

Seasons of testing are never fun. They are the times we hate to think about let alone live them out on this temporal world. Yet, through it all – GOD is good. All the time. And – His Mayflower bouquets are beyond compare.

“But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting…” Ps 103:17

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Ya know what? There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a 68 year old curled up with a favorite teddy bear (or fluffy white goat or tattered ol’ donkey) and reciting all the promises of the GREAT I AM in the darkest part of the night. Better yet, there is nothing wrong with both dogs on the bed and a cat squeezed between the pillows while trying to meditate on His WORD in the wee morning hours and waiting for that…
“…joy that comes with the morning.”~Ps 30:5

“Pay attention to the WORD which is a light that shines in a dark place until the dawn rises in your heart.”~2 Pt 1:19

Weeping in the dark is nothing new to any human and nights are sometimes the longest part of the 24 hours allotted to our species. Whether it is never-ending physical pain or deep shattering emotional pain or the self-loathing of spiritual pain that is keeping one awake, it can sometimes seem to take forever for daylight to peek between the corners of the drapes and chase the long-fanged monsters from the deep corners of the room.

Then the dogs stir. The cat jumps off the bed. Tears mysteriously dry. And – a new day begins.

“This is the day the LORD hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.”~Ps 188:24

Yesterday was a perfect day. After devotions, spent a sports-filled morning with daughter’s family and an afternoon moving loads of mulch and plants around the yard while puppies used those big doggy eyes and begged for walks and lots more time for chasing sticks. The best part? Talking to my sister-of-another-mother; celebrating her special day and our friendship of 61 years and letting those ancient hymns of my childhood swirl around my heart and remembering…

….”Great Is Thy Faithfulness”!

When the darkness covered our part of the earth once more, storms moved in and sang lullabies in my ears until my eyes would no longer stay open.

“Summer and winter, 
Springtime and harvest, 
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above, 
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.”
~~Thomas Chisholm, in “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”

Today was even better. A little rain. A little sun. Cooler temperatures. Played in the yard. Romped (as much as one can with arthritis) with the critters.Talked with the neighbors. Laughed with another friend. Our Father’s faithfulness was everywhere. Joy dancing in front of me, beside me and behind me – – –

– – – just as He promised.

I am blessed. The dogs still want to play stick. Sooooo – I guess it is time to go for one more walk before dark or the next rain.

“Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” Ps 23:6

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