Picking and Choosing Good Fruit

But the fuit of the spirit is love, joy, forebearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

Galatians 5:22

Dear Mother of Mine,

thank you. for loving.

for raising, for sacrificing, for taking a fork in the road, teaching three and more, exhausting yourself for others, showing us such good things, pointing us to Him, loving our Father for decades, teaching us the beautiful, loving our children, and the more of the story which is told and untold of love in family, behind the walls, inside the home.

thank you.

we bless you and honor you.

we love you.

I love you.

Happy Mother’s Day from deep down places in my heart to yours.

I am blessed because of you.

wishing Grace…….

A Wink, A Blink, And A Nod From Heaven

Confusion bends the heart and warps the spirit.  And we cry for peace and we cry for understanding. And the tears like cripples crawl wobbly down the slow rocky path from the eyes  to the chin.

But oh, how His word soothes the soul.

The soothing repetition of God’s word sings sweet comfort to confusion in our world.  Over and over it speaks sweet truth.

And slowly confusion bows to peace.  And peace brings comfort and a restoration of hope.

I stare at the computer screen and try to unscramble the code that asks me if I am spam, am I human.  Confusion looks like that.  Letters warped, unrecognizable, sideways turned, oddly shaped, gross distortion.

And confusion blurs the focus, like this intentional  filter questioning before allowing you to pass go, continue on to the next step.  This code to filter out the bad, eyes strain at the distortion to make sense and attempt to get it right.  To straighten out and make it plain and clear.

Confusion rocks our word leaving a seasick queasy, lost and vulnerable uneasiness in our spirit.

I step outside and throw myself on white rope hammock, fall into the arms of the Master softly swaying on the netted bed.  He has caught me.  I am His .  My gaze goes up.

It always heals, this black lit sky presenting one ultra brilliant star, like eye wink from Him.  Winking, blinking Mercy.  Assuring me there is a way out of misunderstanding and confusion.

The looking up always restores Hope.  The gazing skyward always meets my eyes with Mercy.  In the moment of raw human need.  And raw human heart.  He stares back down to a hurting child, swaying slow and steady under His sky at night and whispers calm in the black of night.

And because He loves so deep and wide and all black sky cavernous, I speak apology.

I know the path out starts here.  So what love falls out of the sky at night to a busted heart seeking solace on the ropes of life, in the woven hammock must be extended horizontal now.  Given out as freely here as it came down from the heavenly eye wink from the Merciful one.

Confusion rocks.  But He steadies.  He gives gift of solid rock to stand firm upon.

Confusion blurs who we are, what we are, and WHOSE we are.  He loves through a lense of everlasting love, with a clear and pure abiding Love, always and everytime.

Confusion breeds pride and anger.  He gazes down with unfathomable Love and ushers in a spirit of humility, peace, and calm.

Steps from the front door of my heart and my home I run into His arms, caught in the black of night.  Tears wiped by the One who extends Grace upon Grace upon Grace.

Winking and blinking and saying from His throne, sweet words of Comfort soothing the soul.  Tender words of Mercy mending the brokeness.  Gentle words re-building Trust.

One black night, one sweet star, and one Tremendous God.

One fresh start with new Mercies leading the way.

From Me To Me– Words For Me {And Maybe For You}

Dear Me:

Psalm 36:5 says “God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic,”

Jude 1:2: “Relax, everything’s going to be all right; rest, everything’s coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way!

1 Corinthians 13:7: Love “Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.”


Me ( with all content lovingly from God via The Message)

You’re Never Sorry You Knocked

I love words.

My family loves words.

Sprinkle them with salt and pepper, eat them up, words.

When my niece told us as a little girl her favorite number was infinity, and then asked whats yours, we were simply dumbfounded.  Maybe we had a switched at birth crisis on our collective hands.  Who has a favorite number?  Make them all go away.  Smiling here.

Last weekend the soul-sister red-  lipped momma friends and I stopped in for a respite.  It was needed, this meal, this table time.  It was all about the fellowship.

We were so taken by what we stumbled upon — “Vapiano.”  This wonderful restaurant offered a place for relaxed time to catch up and just be.  Be friends.  Be mothers.  Be in fellowship.  The restaurant’s website explains.

Vapiano – an Italian proverb chi va piano va sano e va lontano.  This translates as:  people with a relaxed attitude live a long and healthy life.

So we savored our time and asked the waiter to explain what the name meant.  He explained the concept of relaxing and going slowly and how that leads to living a good life.

We savored.  We lingered.  And we learned that there is no literal translation in English for this name or this idea.  I called my sister, fluent in Italian and in three languages and she paused and thought and paused some more.  She got there eventually, to this notion of going slowly. There is no literal translation.

And lover of His word, I now want to know what He says about being relaxed.  So you guessed it I did a word search.  And I love love love the verses.  Okay, that’s another problem with English, right there.  The Greek has 5 words for love.  Whats a girl to do but just say love love love, there is only one word in English.  Anyway.

Psalm 116: 7,8  I said to myself, ” Relax and rest.
God has showered you with blessings.
Soul, you’ve been rescued from death;
Eye, you’ve been rescued from tears;
And you. Foot, were kept f rom stumbling.”

And Psalm 9:9,10 God’s a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
you’re never sorry you knocked.

So we can relax and rest and be still in the confidence that He holds us all the while.

And I for one want to tell my eyes that they have been rescued from tears.  In confidence.  To stand on that word of His.

Words passed over pasta and pannini and wine and water and bread and we lingered. Our environment offered a relaxed mood.  The quiet, the still, the simple.  The mood was set at Vapiano for conversation and good simple food.  And it was very good.

So with all that is good in life, as mommas don’t we say I want more of that for my home, my family, my kiddos, my life.

Don’t we say what pieces and parts of that is translatable into my world.

God’s word and God’s presence provide a sanctuary.  And as the psalmist writes, “the moment you arrive, you relax.”

This morning I received an email.  I have an ongoing email conversation about a child and his French.  We discuss what’s going well, what needs work.  She offers kindness and grace.  And she ends her email Bon Courage.

Bon Courage as you relax and rest and go into your family time, your weekend, your life.

And I will talking to my Soul, my Eyes, and my feet about how they have been rescued and kept from stumbling as I stumble on into this sometimes messy always wonderful life of Grace.

Relaxing and resting in His arms. And in the arms of The Patient One too; he’s been gone a very long while.

You are never sorry you knocked.  And thanks for stopping in here too.  You bring me Joy.