“Get up early and get there first, you’ll have the whole day ahead of you” echoes my dad’s voice of wisdom in my head.
Jumping out of bed this morning, I prepped two rooms in my house to keep my three cats out of the way of the guy doing some work in our basement. I proceeded to drive my car to the repair shop and got there before the “Open” sign was turned on in the window. I left it there to have them look at my brakes and rotate my tires. Living close enough to the repair shop, I took advantage of the beautiful sunny morning of my day off from work, and walked home. It felt good not to be one of the cars zooming by heading to work today.
I stopped into the coffee shop in my neighborhood and found out they do not carry dairy-free French Vanilla flavored creamer, so I made a stop to the corner grocer and picked out some decaf coffee beans, ground them, and grabbed a container of my dairy-free creamer. I brewed my own pot of coffee and sipped it while sharing my scrambled eggs with my cat, Mojo.
As I was walking around my house, tinkering around actually, I noticed a sqeak in my shoe. I paused and made that same step in my shoe and heard that squeak. I smiled as memories flooded my mind.
My dad never wore jeans; he said he didn’t like the feel of them. So he always wore black polyester pants, belted. When he worked around the house, tinkering around the house actually, he would wear the black pants that had paint drips on them along with a white T-shirt with slightly yellowed armpits despite my mom’s attempts to whiten them with her secret laundry powers. He also wore these beat up, old black slippers.
When I was very young, I thought the kitchen floor itself was squeaky because it sqeaked when dad walked through. The floor didn’t squeak when I walked the same path and I concluded it was because I was very thin and didn’t carry enough weight.
I remember when I was a few years older, I needed to get something from outside and I couldn’t find my shoes, but dad’s beat up, old black slippers were there at the ready. I slipped in them and headed out the door. Then I heard the familiar kitchen floor squeak, but I was out in the driveway. I would step a certain way and the slipper would squeak. I made a little song of it with my feet. It was fun.
So this morning, I heeded my dad’s advice and got a lot accomplished before 8:00am. And I squeaked my shoe in the kitchen and of course made a little song out of it. It was fun.
Happy early Father’s Day, dad. I love you and miss you dearly.
Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.”
A man told me love would last until death stole our breath.
We divorced; I lost faith in love.
My body failed to produce a child of my own.
I am infertile; I lost faith in family.
Terrorists flew planes into a building and thousands of lives were lost in one day.
In fear; I lost faith in man.
At each loss, I scream, “Why?!” I opened the Bible and found comfort…
Do not remember the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways; according to your love remember me, for you, LORD, are good. PSALM 25:7
I have faith in unconditional love.
Sing barren woman, you who never bore a child, burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolte woman than of her who has a husband,” says the LORD. ISAIAH 54:1-3
Be glad, barren woman, you who never bore a child; shout for joy and cry aloud, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband. GALATIONS 4:27
I have faith in family even if it does not come from my own DNA. The same message is given in the Old Testament and the New Testament…God is good.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. JOHN 3:16
I have faith in Jesus.
This is the role that faith played in my life. Faith continues to grow.
In my recent post, Dream Wedding, I highlighted the fact that my friends, Erik and Megan, were contestants in Wood TV8’s television show eightWest. Today the top three contestants were in the studio and the winner was announced. Erik and Megan will be wed on 12-12-12!! Thank you for your support if you, in fact, voted.
Keep God in the whirlwind of the next two months. Congratulations!!!
This is my command: Love each other.
Mystery writers fill us with suspense. The pins and needles type of suspense. Who done it? twisted stories that keep the reader at the edge of their seat. There is an expectation for suspense, sprinkled with elements of fear.
How often have you heard, or said, this phrase? “God works in mysterious ways”. What does that mean to you?
If your spouse, family or friend did something that seemed out of the ordinary, would you say, “My spouse/family/friend works in mysterious ways”. Probably not as it sounds silly. Why then do we insert God in the sentence and make it seem alright?
God, the author of our lives, does not want us living as if we sit on pins and needles. He wrote love, joy, peace and kindness into our life-script. Take a look into a few passages from the Bible for examples…
The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness”.
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy
In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety.
God, …who loves with an everlasting love, clothes us with joy, draws us with unfailing kindness, and allows us peaceful rest because He is in control…, does nothing “mysterious” in my life.
Expect a mystery writer to take you down some suspenseful paths, always wondering ‘who done it?’. As a Christian, I can faithfully point to Jesus on the cross, the one ‘who done it’ so I need not live in fear, and, know the end of the story; eternal life.
I, Kristine, take you Mark, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.
♥ We are together because the LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” Genesis 2:18
♥ We bought a house and brought it up-to-date.
♥ We received a new kidney.
♥ We cried as Pixel, Jaguar, Clyde and Shadow crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
♥ We miss parents who have passed to eternal life.
♥ We graduated from college.
♥ We love and spoil Alli, Bean, Mojo and Zoe.
♥ We are a perfect fit; we never have to adjust the seat or mirrors in either of our cars.
♥ We play video games, read, and blog.
♥ We are a team.
♥ We are DEBT FREE!!
Happy 11th Wedding Anniversary, Mark! God blessed me with you.
We played this song during the lighting of the unity candle.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Imitate an author and learn how to write. This was an assignment in my college Creative Writing class.
Freshen the Flowers, She Said
by Mary Oliver
So I put them in the sink, for the cool porcelain
and took out the tattered and cut each stem
on a slant,
trimmed the black and raggy leaves, and set them all –
roses, delphiniums, daisies, iris, lilies,
and more whose names I don’t know, in bright new water –
a bounce upward at the end to let them take
their own choice of position, the wheels, the spurs,
the little sheds of the buds. It took, to do this,
perhaps fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes of music
with nothing playing.
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Freshen the Fishbowl, He Said
So I put them near the window, for the view
and took out half the water and moved the landscape
with my hands,
I chased the schools, and watched them all –
goldfish, guppies, killfish, mollies, barbs,
and more whose species I don’t know, in half murky water –
a waterfall of fresh tap water from a bucket to let them make
their own choice of school near the trees, the sunken ships,
the littlest of them all. It took, to do this,
perhaps twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of care
with nothing dying.
Philippians 4:5 (NIV)
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.