Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “container.”
Getting ready to move! Disclaimer I don’t believe in magic, but if I did I wish for all of my belongings to be a twinkle of my nose into a container. How nice would that be. We just helped my son move, and I over did it. I took a week to get back to feeling a little better. Now it is time to get our house all packed! With a twitch of my nose, no! With the support of my family/friends, and God as my strength we will make this move yet! He always carries us through, so here we go readying for our move
Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always. 1 Chronicles 16:11
Redemption, redeemed. The song below was played on our wedding day. The lyrics are absolutely beautiful. I can’t imagine not being a believer in these days in time. Salvation, Jesus saved me. Jesus saves, period! The most broken, weary soul He will restore!
These times we live in are perilous. They are daunting, and are trying on the spirit. So Holy Spirit fall fresh on me. For you are how I get through all the things I have seen on tv as of recent that can’t be unseen. Jesus this world needs your unconditional love, that comes from receiving you at the cross.
Reflection today brings me to my salvation that came from your redemption! This all allows my spirit to be set free.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!
Collared in God’s love. For years I was on the run. Enraptured by grace I stopped long enough to see His face.
The collar around my neck finally loosened with His grace. I was panting for my run was so long, and hardcore. I was no longer bound by my own noose. I called a truce.
I was finally caught at the cross, and he leashed my heart. Lassoed it, with the bond of his mercy so great. I knew I was free, I was able to put my old scraggly running shoes in the garbage. The soles were worn through to my barren feet blistered, and calloused. No more malice, or insanity as I prayed for God to free my heart. Collared in God’s love.
I can’t begin to scratch the surface of all my emotions that my son is going camping with us this Labor Day weekend.
He is moving in 2 weeks, and he is extremely Covid introverted. So for a mom like me I felt so blessed, when he asked if he could go. I was in shock because since Covid I have only seen him one other time. Now I get to spend 3 whole days with him. Family is the tie that binds. God is the one who makes it happen!
I see excitement under his mask. He has not camped, and here his mom grew up gutting her own fish by 5th grade. I love camping, and am so excited my husband and myself will be the the first to introduce him to…putting up a tent, sunscreen, bon fires, s’mores, and hot cocoa, and so much more. We will create memories of the heart this weekend. We will share many deep belly laughs, and lots of sun! Kayaks too!
Thank God He knew we needed some family time before my son moves in 2 weeks. Scratching my head in awe of how great a God we serve?!?! Nope because I know He loves me just that much and more! For Him my heart adores!
I love writing, and I feel I was given an artistic gift. Not everyone can write, just like not everyone is not good at math ie; ME! I am horrible at math. I use my fingers, and my toes to help me with my addition. It is quite taxing on me actually, play on words.
I do though have a natural gift of creating. My mind works well with my hands in making things. In this last 6 months I was blessed to be given 100’s if not 1000’s of beads, strings, shells, watch faces, buttons, glitter tubes, keys, basically anything used to create, and make anything art.
My beautiful mother-in-law was an artist in Spokane. She set up her tent at Art on the Green, and many art shows. She even made her way down to San Francisco for art shows. She made beautiful jewelry, shadow boxes, and pieces that are so original to her creative mind. She majored in art at the University Illinois.
Sadly she does not have memory of her art days, nor her old loom that she weaved on that sat in her living room for years when her boys were in grade school. Nor does she remember her last job as a graphic artist for United Airlines. She has dementia, and her hands would not even remember how to create. It so so sad for all of us. My husband tears up just talking of his mom. She was recently placed in assisted living. It was one of the hardest things we have had to do.
So with all this I feel so blessed. I inherited all of her art supplies, and even the beautiful antique desk she used to make her pieces on. I have more than what I even know what to do with. I did find I have a gift in making shadow boxes myself. We are going through that period in life where all of our friends parents are aging, and some even passing on. We just lost my father-in-law 9 months ago. It has been a rough year for the Boyd’s. Another reason I feel so honored to have all of her art at my own disposal. I will be the one to carry on her legacy to the best of my ability what she no longer has a comprehension of. When I was gifted all this I was amazed at all she had. As well looking at her pieces we adorned our own walls with. She is one of the most talented woman I have had the pleasure of knowing. She is an amazingly talented beautiful 85 year old woman. Her mind may be going, but she leaves behind remnants all over of what her mind once could do. I don’t take this life for granted, for we never know the day or hour we might be called home. Life is precious. I will cherish it until my very last breath! “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.” – Sophia Loren
Have you ever had a really long week, where you really held onto the simple concept “one day at a time.” Each day still waking feeling frazzled, and feeling like Friday could not get here fast enough? That has been my week, it has been VERY LONG! A few unexpected challenges, and a couple “are you freaking kidding me” moments. Well I made it…I am writing today as I am packing to get out of dodge for the weekend with my hubby, and some good friends. Can’t hardly wait until the clock strikes three o’clock. I will not be posting this weekend. So I am posting now, and the picture below is such a great depiction of what I look, and feel like. My brush with this long week, needs me to step up. I need to go get all cleaned up, and lift my spirits. I need to focus on what is coming. Not what was. “It has been a long week, but I made it.” “How about you?”
I am a happy go lucky kind of gal that usually wears a smile on here face. This whole mask wearing takes away from people seeing the joy that lies behind my mask. Sometimes in a few pictures I will try, and make my eyes really big so they might show the light of my joyous spirit.
This is rare though, as I see my pictures. I don’t think anyone would be able to know what emotion lies under my mask. 😷 For this it makes me sad, as kindness goes a long ways. My speech is even muffled under the mask. Often times people saying they can’t hear me. So it what it is. I wear it for your protection, and mine. I do get the choice of colorful masks, I have seen some very fun masks out there. I have seen even seasonal ones, that crack me up. So what lies behind your mask?
This was written for Linda G Hill Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!
“Spot it ya, got it”. This is something my husband says often. It always drives me nuts, but in all reality it is very much truth (not always, but all too often). This is where I admit with much appreciation for his truth, “yes honey you are right.”
This was written for Linda G. Hill Friday Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spot”, write whatever the word “spot” invokes.
More than anything my laugh is deeper, heavier, louder, and bellyaching when I am with my husband. We have so much fun when we are together.
We went to the river today to just relax, and do some snorkeling. I had to use the bathroom. He says, “I think the portapotty’s are right by the canopy.” Such a great play on words. I couldn’t stop laughing, I barely made it to the canopy. 🤣 It really was one of those that smelled like a can of pee, but when you got to go you got to go…
Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” Start your post with the word “more.”