Friday, June 17, 2011

in the garden

Suspended, fragile in time
and we are blessed by the beauty
of misting rain.


Sunday, June 12, 2011

sunday


Fragrant lilies, from our garden, stand on the shelf in mom's hospital room where she lays fragile in her bed.
Two days ago we thought that the end was near, and it was okay; she was in pain and having trouble breathing. The ambulance took her to the hospital. Now she lays bright eyed in bed.

We are gifted, again, with more time. Showered with her love. Blessed by her smile. Thankful for her words.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

hope

sometimes hope changes colours
when glory waits

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

bumble bee

bridal wreath blossoms

There is an abundance of blossoms in the Bridal Wreath this year.
A veil of white covering sagging stems.

Tiegreen asked in his devotional, "Are you going through a difficult trial? Relinquish your goals in it. In your heart, transfer ownership of the situation to God. Our anxiety comes from a false sense of control- a sense that we perhaps are responsible to manipulate the crisis to work out for good. That's God's job. Let go of your will, and let your heart and your mind be at peace."

I try to search out ways in which mom can be helped at this late hour, somehow there must be some alternative treatment, something that can pull her back to us. Visions of mom and dad in a pleasant quiet home with lovely gardens come to mind. Birds and blooms and books. Quiet and peaceful.

But the place God is preparing is better than anything I could imagine. The garment of white awaits her. And we are quiet and at peace.

Monday, June 6, 2011

sunshine

Her second hand shirt says,
"Sunshine in my hair
grass beneath my feet"!

Just so she stands playing tunes for the little black dog.

And the sunshine is also in her heart
and the love of green lifts her spirit,
and spills out of her heart,
and I wonder about talents given in fives or twos or singly,
and am humbled by the responsibility
of nurturing nature to double these gifts.

And when the mothers brought their precious little ones to Him,
he took them and held them and blessed them.
And when I bring my children to Him
He will undoubtedly hold them and bless them.
They are precious to Him.