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THE POET PRESIDENT

Please tell me how I got to be almost 68 years of age and did not know that President Abraham Lincoln was a poet? Why didn’t If figure this out? His speeches alone should have been a clue.

“Four score and seven years ago 
Our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, 
Conceived in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition 
That all men are created equal.”
~ Gettysburg Address

“Fondly do we hope—
Fervently do we pray—
That this mighty scourge of war 
May speedily pass away.”~2nd Inaugural Address

How many times have I read these speeches – taught them to my class and did not see the big hint right in front of me? Errrr…  Just goes to show – we can be oblivious to things that are right in front of us and not have a clue!!

I love teaching again. I love discovering things I never knew, but now I’m kicking myself in the butt for not discovering all of this 40 years ago when I was teaching my poetry classes and speech classes. It could have added a whole new dimension to our discussions.

The power of Lincoln’s word choices and cadence became so clear as I went back through and started looking at his speeches through the eyes of the poet as well as the speech giver.

A man with a satirical sense of humor.
A man who wrote short poems in his boyhood math book.
A man longing for home.
A man chased – at times – by depression.
A man filled with compassion for the world around him. 
A man who had faults like the rest of us.
A man who always tried to rise above the problems.
A poet-man with integrity.

Since I teach younger grades these days, I’m sticking with the his famous quote that he took from the Bible, A house divided against itself cannot stand.”[“Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand.”~Matt 12:25 ] A beginning – a start – an introduction to our complicated, messy world and history.

For me, I’m fascinated by re-reading his 2nd Inaugural Address. As I read, his words take on new depth since our country seems to be tearing apart at the seams just as it was as he was President. Our social/cultural issues as divisive as they were in the 1860’s. It is as if I can hear his voice – his pauses in my head.

“Both read the same Bible…
Pray to the same God…
Each invokes his aid against the other.
It may seem strange 
That any men should dare to ask 
A just God’s assistance in wringing 
Their bread from the sweat of other men’s faces;
But let us judge not, 
That we be not judged. 
The prayers of both
Could not be answered–
That of neither has been answered fully.”

Poetry. 
Prayer. 
Psalms. 
If only all of us and our leaders would remember. It saved our nation once before – perhaps – if we find our knees again – our long-suffering, patient Father will hear from heaven and heal our land. 

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EPIPHANIES

It was a crazy busy day, and “I am whooped”, as my mother used to say. Inside decorations put away by noon. Outside decorations put away and stuffing my face with food by 3. It is the day of Epiphany, and my house looks like it is in mourning.

“The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be bold, but not bully; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, but not arrogant; have humor, but without folly.” ~ Jim Rohn

My nephew posted this quote today. Actually, it was a memory post, but today it struck me as an epiphany. There was another quote that also struck me as an epiphany. “Instead of saying, “LORD, I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” say, “LORD, I don’t know how YOU are going to do this.”

The last one should NOT have been an epiphany since I love the verse in 2 Chronicles 20:12 which basically tells me the same thing. ” For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on YOU.”

My eyes, my heart, my total being needs to be focused only on how My Father intends to work through me or others in my sphere to handle something. I have to admit, I often get overwhelmed. I get angry, frustrated and definitely, impatient. I also have a soft heart. It breaks often. It rejoices often. A students tells me his only prayer at Christmas was for his mom and dad to get back together. Another friend celebrated their mom’s 90th birthday. A friend’s husband walked out on them just after Christmas. Another friend was reunited with GOD and their family. A former student lost his battle with the C-word while another just got a clean bill of health and a final surgery from that same dreaded C-word. A kitty who always has matty eyes and scabby skin cuddles in my lap and yet – has survived a whole year and half when we thought she wouldn’t make it a week.

Hmmm – when I started writing this post, I didn’t see it going in this direction and yet, that is the way the Spirit seems to be moving me tonight. Epiphanies are like that. Those break-through moments that you open your eyes and see something that you didn’t expect to see. A sun dog in the sky. A dark cloud in an otherwise sunny day. A phone call from an old friend that was full of laughter, thoughts and love that couldn’t be shared with anyone else than her. A phone call to look forward to from a son just home from his vacay.

GOD is good. So good that He sent a Son and His Holy Spirit to comfort us, to sustain us, to challenge us, to push us, to encourage us, to help us laugh, to dry our tears, to offer Grace Gifts that will carry us through until we see Him again. Now that is an epiphany worth hanging onto in the dark times and in the joyful times.

The next couple of weeks are hard ones for me. Bittersweet dates in time when I will miss my earthly parents and parent-in-law a little more than usual. Reflection times of pulling out their memory books has already started.Touching captured moments in time with my fingers. Reading words that they wrote so many years ago and lingering a little longer with those internal memories that words cannot express.

Today’s epiphanies that Our Father has whispered inside my heart have been His Grace Gift to me. A while back, I thought I had found the perfect way to combat the sadness of these weeks, but that was only on the worldly level. This epiphany level is ever so much stronger and better. The Be-attitudes strike me again with the strength of a sledge hammer. I only wish I had realized it so much earlier on this path I walked. Then again – I think I probably recognized it at just the right time in eternal space because it is His space in time, and that is always perfect.

I will cry – I am crying – I will cry, but tears are good. They wash out the dirt and grime that as accumulated in the corners of my eyes and allow my vision to clear. The Grace Gifts of yesterday are also swirling around, and I am itching to start my new Bible studies and delve even deeper into Jewish wisdom.

GOD is good all the time. All the time, GOD is good.

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: The Trinity

Tired. Enjoying. Expectant.

Words of the day. Flipped mattresses. Washed all the bedding from guest room and ours. Put a few more decorations away. Opened all the windows to air out the house…again (love 60’s on the first day of a new year). Sat outside and talked with an old friend while I enjoyed our patio swing. Roughed out a rough lesson plan for Friday’s library lesson. And – – – tried to absorb a bunch of wisdom from looking back over the “past”year, set some goals for the “future” year and really – really – just enjoyed this “present” of this holiday.

“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.”~Matt 6:33

This is the verse of my new year. Writing it huge and posting it in my closet and on my bathroom mirror. Taping it to the dashboard in my car and on my desk at school Maybe – I’ll even make it my screen saver on my phone and computer. My overall intention is to read it aloud at least 3 three times a day and write it in my heart at least three times a day.

A verse created in the past. Chosen in the present. Blessing my future.

A Trinity.

In folk wisdom, three is that magic number: 

“Third time’s the charm…”
“Rule of three…” 
“Three sheets to the wind…”
“As phoney as a three dollar bill…”
“Three stooges…” 
(Well – maybe that last one is a stretch.)

In the spatial world, we see in height, depth, width. In the material world, we see gas, liquid, solid. In the temporal world, we have three frames of time: past, present, future. In the educational world, we learn the 3 R’s. In Jewish tradition many important events occur on the third day. In Christianity, the third day was the day of GRACE. In the Spiritual world, “GOD in three persons, Blessed Trinity” (love that hymn).

The Father.
The Son.
The Holy Ghost.

The Trinity is sometimes debated since it is never referred to by that name in the Bible. But there are several verses that speak it to my heart. Verses where all three are working together to achieve His Salvation Plan for all of us. I particularly feel it when I read this: Lk 1:35: “The angel answered, The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.”

In any case – that is where I am tonight: tired, enjoying, expectant.

“On the 7th day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…” A Trinity – – – the Way, the Truth and the Life.  (Hmmmm….funny…Jesus gave us another list of those pesky three’s.)

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2018: The Promise

Kidlets came. Kidlets left. Christmas came. Christmas….???

That is the beyond wonder-filled blessing of Christmas – – – it never truly leaves. The physical presence of relatives, the tree, the decorations, the gifts in fancy packaging, the sugarplums, the carols…
But…
Not the …
Promise.

“And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; He will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.”~Gen 3:15

Long before the star shone in the sky. Long before Mary chose to accept the LORD’s blessing. Long before prophets stood in a dessert and named Him. Long before any of that, there was the Father’s promise. Imagine – right after His first physical creations – created in His image – had chosen to eat the fruit of the tree that He had requested that they not eat, He made a promise.

HE would be with his children throughout any trials.
HE would be wounded.
HE would stand in the gap – between falsehoods and truth.
HE would crush the falsehood into dust along the way until it would eventually be gone – – – completely.

“…She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means ‘God is with us’).” ~Isaiah 7:14

Later some of that dust HE created would swirl around the feet of Our Father’s children and prophets, sting the eyes and make it hard to breathe, but Our Father stood by His promise. He stated it several times. He shouted it the day the angels sang.

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”). ~Matthew 1:23

My youngest Grandson gave me a candle for Christmas. A candle he bought with his own money. He was so excited to give it to me that he tried to get me to open that wrapped present several times before Christmas. The more he tried, the more excited I got as well. It means the world to me, and while I don’t like seeing the wax disappear, I breathe in deeply the smell of Love that lingers in the air long after the fire has been blown out.

Our Father works much the same way at Christmas time. The Love doesn’t leave. It just surrounds us in a different way. It blesses us with its presence even when we can’t see it. That’s the way His Love and Truth work. It is just the way the Promise works.

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TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2018: Field Treasure

Baby born in Bethlehem.
Angels sang.
Shepherds came.
Animals bowed.
Samuel, Anna, Wisemen wait in line.

“The Kingdom of heaven is like this. A man happens to find a treasure hidden in a field. He covers it up again, and is so happy that he goes and sells everything he has, and then goes back and buys that field.”~Matt 13:44

Santa came.
Presents opened.
Family gathered.
Food devored.
Games, laughter, stories, hugs shared.

“Also, the Kingdom of heaven is like this. A man is looking for fine pearls, and when he finds one that is unusually fine, he goes and sells everything he has, and buys that pearl.”~Matt 13:45-46

Field treasure found, buried and purchased for the heart of love and spirit for all time.

On this first day of Christmas. So many blessed memories made in such a short time. Sometimes it all goes as planned. Sometimes, it just falls apart from the “get-go”. Most of the time – it is somewhere in the middle. Long ago, the Scottish poet Robert Burns wrote:

“But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane, 
In proving foresight may be vain: 
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men 
Gang aft agley, 
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, 
For promis’d joy! “

Which boiled down to the basics just states that age-old adage you’ve probably heard repeated in part: “The best laid plans of Mice and Men…”

Joseph, Mary had a plan. GOD had a plan. 
I have a plan. GOD has a plan.
I’ll let you figure out which one has the better plan.

So as I get ready to close my eyes tonight, I continue to dig out gems that I found in my field over the past few days, and let the joy cascade over me. He planted the gem seeds long ago.  All I had to do is find them. They may not have grown according to my plan, but the gems shine so brightly that I can’t wait to open up the gate and run back into the field just to hold them in my hands again.

Faith is like that. Peace covers all the twists, turns and craziness that life brings our way. It causes the “SON” to shine brightly on those treasures, so that each one takes a lustre far beyond the physical touchstones that they once were.

Hope.
Love.
Grace.
Repristination.

It all started with a baby in a manger, and I can’t wait to see what other gems are waiting for me to discover when my plans get thrown out the window, and HIS plan is allowed to grow and blossom in my field.

“On the first day of Christmas, My Father gave to me…”

“Go to now, you that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain:Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away. For that you ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.”~Jm 4:13-15

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CHRISTMAS LOST – (3 Days and Counting)

It is 8:30 P.M. It is dark, cold, rainy and miserable on the shortest day of the year. Worse – our cat is out there somewhere – missing and the house feels empty. Even the lab girls are antsy.

You have to understand – Shadow-Spooky-Sparkle has three names for a reason. She jumps at her own shadows, spooks herself just sitting on a lap and sparkles all the time with little white hairs that dot her coat. Being outside for any real length of time is unusual. Being out after dark? Whoa!

It is 8:35. We just finished another Christmas movie, so it is my turn to go to the door and hollow “Kitty-kitty” like a crazy woman. I don’t think anyone else in our neighborhood hollers for their pets as loud as we do. When they are missing, we holler. We walk the property. We are peer over the edges of the drainage ditches and into the culverts.with our flashlights.

Seeking the lost is serious business.

“For The Son of Man has come to save whatever has been lost.”~Matt 18:11

Good news comes on the darkest of nights – especially when it is cold, rainy and miserable. So too, it came tonight at 8:40. I called one more time, and Kitty-kitty answered from the darkness. She heard my voice, mewed loudly from a distance and came running up the porch steps. And – like the true prodigal story, a tuna feast was thrown in her honor.

The lost has been found.

“My sheep hear my voice and I know them and they follow Me.”~Jn 10:27

I’m not sure why this was the important thing to write about tonight – especially when Christmas is just 3 days away. But like Mary and Joseph found out, life experiences happen no matter what time of year it is. We tend to think the special days should follow the schedule of happiness and joy. It doesn’t. My father had his second heart attack one Christmas morning. A treasure chest memory of a different kind.

That first Christmas was just the beginning of new life – figuratively and literally . A special, dark, cold and miserable night when GOD became man in a place that most people find way too smelly to spend even a few minutes – let alone a place to give birth to GOD was the first lesson on modeling the way we should live our lives.

Mary and Joseph became servants to what Father had called them to do. No comforts of home and family. Only faith in the promises given them and in the scriptures that they had buried in their hearts their entire lives. He spoke. They heard His voice. They called out from the darkness and began to run towards Him.

The glorious impossible happened when God was born so long ago.

Christmas is only 3 days away. The lost are still out there, and He is still calling. He is using His flashlight. Peering over the edges of cliffs. Looking deep into the culverts. Walking through the woods. Calling over and over as He waits for His beloved to hear His voice and come running for the feast He has prepared.

“I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die.
For poor on’ry people like you and like I…
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.”  Ron-DiCianni-The-Promise-Full [Ron DiCianni artwork]

CHRISTMAS: TREASURE CHEST MEMORIES (8 Days and Counting)

I love, love, love making things at Christmas. It seems that decorations made with a little love and time make the beautiful even more beautiful. A little glitter. A little help from Youtube. A couple little hands touching a couple big hands. A little creativity… and the world just shines just a little brighter.
 
The Grands were over for our Sunday morning gathering. We colored. We glittered. We laughed. We cuddled. We pulled out the two remaining German stars that my mother’s sister made when I was their age and hung them on our tiny tree. Then – we made our own German star. The oldest Grand persevered through all the intricacies of folding and had the biggest smile as she carried her star to the car. Littlest Grand had the biggest smile on his face as he cuddled in the chair next to me and told me he had just read the instructions on the printer, so it was ready to print his own creation. He also noted that he and his sister used to be able to sit in this chair with me and now it was crowded with just the two of us. (My heart ached a little with this tidbit of wisdom.)
 
Treasure chest memories…“‘Child, remember that you in your lifetime received your good things…”~Lk 16:25a
 
It is the same with writing Christmas cards. As time consuming as it is, it is something I love to do, and something I like to get. I love when my former students send me pictures of their families. I love hearing from my childhood buddies, family members, and teaching peers. I love, love, love getting a card from the few elders that remain in my life. Although I have to admit, part of it is the memory of my mom working late into the night as she wrote letters with her Christmas cards. She did this after working a long day and putting up with me. Then together we would hang all the cards around our living room.
 
Treasured memories…“Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.”~Lk 2:19
 
A few weeks ago I was over at my daughter’s home and saw my doll collection. Before I became an obnoxious teen, it seemed like every Christmas brought a new doll from some part of the world where my mother’s brothers were stationed for awhile. After struggling to write thank you notes, I remember just touching each doll over and over – wishing I could see where they lived and wondering what it was like…and most of all….really wishing mom would let me play with them instead of just look at them. Even now, as I held and looked at them, I remember my aunts and uncles and love the memories they added to my life.
 
Memories beyond worth…“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you…”~Phil 1:3-5
 
Which I guess is the point. Christmas brings many gifts beyond presents under the tree – and yet – if you look – they all point toward the Father who used a little creativity, a little glitter, a bunch of love and sent a present from where He is “stationed” into the hearts of those who are ready. He reached His encompassing hands around our dirty hands and let His grace and mercy “glorious impossible” clean them.
 

Treasure chest memories gleaming like a paper star that points to a babe lying in a manger… “For we saw His star in the east, and have come to worship Him” ~Matt 2:1-2 

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THE CHRISTMAS BELL

In the past couple of months, we’ve started this thing on Sunday morning. The Hubby gets up and starts a fire in the patio wood stove. The daughter brings her family for breakfast. And me? Well – I manage to roll out of bed a few minutes before they arrive and start my portion of whatever kind of the breakfast meal is on the agenda. And if I am really on my game, I set out some kind of craft on Saturday night for the kids to work on while they wait for breakfast to finish up. Last week it was looking through circulars and making wish lists.

Today – – – it was THE CHRISTMAS BELL.

Not sure when we started the Christmas Bell tradition, but I’m pretty sure we were still living in Killbuck, and it took both me and Grandma Mickey to help get the kids’ bells done. Where the idea came from?? I have no clue, but it might have been a suggestion from one of the teachers I worked with at West Holmes or something that I read – somewhere. All I really know is that the tradition continued through our many Perrysville homesteads and on into NC.

Christmas music playing on the record player, cassette tape, CD or radio. A plain paper bell waiting to be decorated. A short poem that the kidlets would trace or copy or write (and that grown kidlets can still recite today). A paper chain of whatever paper we could scrounge up. Bouncing kids squabbling over scissors, crayons, markers, glitter, tape, glue, etc. And finally – a couple of tired parents or Grandma Mickey who all had love lights in their eyes at night as they tucked those kidlets into bed “after prayers had been said”.

Traditions are special. Whether it is Sunday morning breakfasts or pigroasts or family reunions or Christmas Bells…traditions carry much more than just the activity. Jewish traditions suggest that way, way back in time, Adam sat down and noticed that the days were growing shorter after he and Eve were kicked out of the garden. He prayed and fasted wondering if there would continue to be light in the world after choosing to eat that one piece of fruit. However with time, he noticed God started lengthening the days. His prayers had been answered.

Light Be!

Throughout Jewish history, God continued to bring light to the darkening world. Moses noticed the burning bush. Moses brought down Light from Mt. Sinai. The Macabees, after being lost in the darkness of their culture for many years, found one blessed oil container that miraculously remained untouched, and it supplied light in the temple for 8 days instead of one. A baby boy born on a dark night in a tiny stable with a dirt floor and laid in a manager.

“Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.”~ Matt 5:17

Hanukkah was a relatively new festival when Jesus was walking this earth. Yet, it was a festival that he would have honored during his time as a man. His own words continue to push us to notice all the times God has put His Light in front of us – IF – we just notice.

Adam noticed more light.
Moses noticed the burning bush.
When Moses brought the Jewish people to Mount Sinai, they noticed the fire and the shaking of the earth.
The shepherds and wisemen noticed the Light in the sky and followed it.

We just have to notice. We don’t have to find reasons or logic to explain the miraculous, we just have to notice its existence and praise God for reminding us that He always provides the Light to our the darkness. Faith mixed with a simple action of “thanks” thins the veil between earth and heaven just a little more, and we can almost feel the touch of His hand as He covers us with His love.

“For truly, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, will pass from the Law until all is accomplished. Therefore whoever relaxes one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever does them and teaches them will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I tell you, unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”~Matt 5:18-20

A good way to start the first day of Hanukkah and the first Sunday of Advent as we notice Our Father continuing to add Light back in our world of darkness.

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DAYS TO REMEMBER

One of the younger Grands had a “family” b-day today. Her actual b-day is tomorrow when she will – officially – hit the double digits for the first time. Confetti balloons. Slime, slime everywhere. Legos here- there-underfoot. Rose water sprayed and re-sprayed. Robot assembly then robot drawing tablecloth designs. Ribbons on packages – ribbons on ponytails. And – ice cream cake to add even a little more sweetness.

 

Truth be told – these are the days to remember.
 
Remembering is one of the things I love about the Jewish and Christian faith. The Bible is full of stories; timeless stories that tell – the good and the bad – the ugly and the poetic – the historical that reaches into the present and even further into the future.
 
The first day of the Jewish festival Sukkot has just ended. It is a week-long festival (you do gotta love a group that know how to throw a festival that lasts for 7 days – full of joy and food). Days dedicated to remembering – remembering the times spent in the dessert – remembering eating food G-D provided and of living in temporary shelters – remembering their mortal heroes who led them through treacherous times and taught them to pray throughout all their days and years – remembering the Father who is always faithful to answer the tiniest of prayers.
 
“Your WORD is truth.”~Jn 17:17b
 
Abraham, father of the faith, walked out of his tent in the morning – before he opened all the sides of that tent to welcome the world – he bent his knees and welcomed His Father – Abba. Gratitude for waking up – gratitude for the new day – gratitude for the storms that may splash enough water into his boat and scare him beyond what he thought was possible – gratitude for the joy of hearing Abba’s voice – gratitude for a Father that will tell the wind to hush and the seas to be still because HE is always in the boat with with His child. (Matt 7:24-28)
 
Those are days worth remembering.
 
Treasure chest days.
 
Festival days.
 
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
 

When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching,”~Matt 7:24-28 

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I CHOOSE

It has been one of those awful, no-good, very bad, terrible days when nothing went right from the minute I left devotions. So these are the days – I stick out my tongue and repeat over and over and over again : I CHOOSE JOY! “For surely, Goodness and Mercy follow me all the days of my life and I WILL dwell in the house of the LORD forever.”~Ps 23

So – hopefully – pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top  –  please???– computer issue fixed, $$ spent, and lesson plan printed. All the million of things that were lost – found. A bucket of cherry tomatoes stored in the fridge. A couple pieces of wood carried back to the fire pit. And – beautiful magnolia blossom from my very own Southern tree to remind me that God knows how I need flowers on such a day as this.

“High times, hard times
Sometimes the livin’ is sweet
And sometimes there’s nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet

So when there’s dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best and I stick out my chest
And I’m off to the races again!”~Newsies, 1992

I think this is definitely a weekend to watch Newsies for the umpteenth time. To listen to Ann Margaret sing those words that still sing in my head on these kind of days while I recite His promises over and over and over.

Be-attitudes to the rescue again.

“Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.”– Matt 5:8

He never promised it would be easy. He never promised that there wouldn’t be days when the head feels ten sizes bigger than it should. Days when nothing seems easy. Days when the Spirit moves you so high in morning chapel, and the evil one tries to pull you so low for the rest of the day.

I choose joy. I choose His promises. I choose to look at my goat pictures tonight – and my magnolia blossom – and sing of His praises forever and ever and ever.

AMEN and AMEN!

And – of course – to end this I had to go back re-take a picture, up-load, down-load because somehow it didn’t get saved the first time. And that is exactly how today has gone. Can’t wait to start a new day with my Father tomorrow. 

Whew! 
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