Dance in the rain, make lemonade out of lemons, let’s do it…hear the rhythm of your heartbeat
We as people have these sayings learn to “dance in the rain“, “a great storm is like a sunny day to a person of great faith,” “learn to make lemonade out of lemons,” and so on. There are so many analogies that can be gripped with a heart of God when the wind has been taken out of our sails. We often look out on a sunny day, and see no light. We can indeed learn to grow, if we will our heart to God’s. Even in an overgrown garden rot with weeds, we can still be nurtured. The seed is there, and ready to flourish. It all started in the Garden
Don’t harden your hearts to what our potters hands may be crafting in us. What might at times seem like a crushing of our spirit just may be a time of refinement. It may be a time of the nourishing of our soul to help us grow. We need to draw near to God, and find hope in these trying times. If we can identify with God that He indeed is doing a great work up on our spirit than we will see the His face, all grace
Hear it, heed to it, and do it. Do the next right thing. Get on your rain boots, and go dance in the down pour of the rain, relentless. Look out your window, and soak up the sun of the most beautiful God given day, give thanks. Grab all the lemons life has given you, and squeeze until they can’t be squeezed anymore making the best homemade lemonade. Pleasing to every pallet. Let the sower do the work in the garden of our hearts
Know that there are seasons in life, that pass with time. We will if we persevere feel the wind in our sails be gifted with warm airs breeze from our Heavenly Father. He will walk on water, and be our rescue in the midst of any storm. We don’t have to get used to living underneath the surface. God has this season for a purpose. We don’t have be overwhelmed by the oceans shapeless form. For everything under heaven is God’s. He has us in every circumstance, so let’s all dance today to the rhythm in our heartbeat to our own storms. Learn to praise Him no matter where life may have us, it’s just a gust we must learn to trust
give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Home is where the heart is!
Tonight will be our last sleep in what has been our home for 2 years now. 2 years of wonderful memories. 2 years of celebrations, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and many game nights with our grown kids.
As I sit here in my barren living room I am a little reminiscent of all God has gifted us with these last 2 years.
We had a father pass away last year this next month, and a mother who had to go into memory care. Another mom who has fallen madly in love with a great fellow. Breast cancer, and sobriety birthday’s. Times where people came for AA meetings when Covid first started. This home has proven its worth in our hearts.
We have one daughter in route on a flight to Belgium with her love who plays for the Euro NBA. Another who had her first baby last year, and blessed us to be grandparents. Our Hudson is all boy too! Another who is the twin to the one on the plane who has come to learn herself outside her twin. She loves fishing, hunting, and has become an outdoorsy gal. Then there is the one who lives in Florida, who is Assistant Manager at Starbucks. As well a Disney World freak! Then there is the son who moved to Seattle, and started his schooling in business science. His girl has a biology major, and I don’t think Spokane will see the likes of their Vegan faces again.
All unique, and God gifted. Each changing, and growing into their persons. This holiday we will be in a new place with less faces. Then add Covid into the mix, and who knows?!? My husband, and I love the “empty nest” analogy. We love our kids! We also love being able to just get up, and go wherever whenever. I love watching us grow, and our kids grow. Life is amazing with gracious lessons. With amazing loving moments that make the heart yearn for more blessings. I have learned to accept my life wherever God has me.
I have had my highs, and some very bottom feeder lows in this life of 46 years. Right now I am content right in the middle. This is just for this moment, for tomorrow I do not yet know.
All I know is we are to wake up in the morning expecting a bunch of muscly men, a box truck, and hands that are ready to help us be out of a place we have called our home for 2 years. So today as I polish up the last of what needs to be done, I am in all praise of all the gifts God has given us in the 2 years of living here. We are moving up in life, as some would say. Though I know to never take life for granted, and I will always be grateful for this home. It has had more than enough laughter, tears, and all the makings of the saying “home is where the heart is”.
I think my husband, and I will have a great last night in this place that was gifted to us from our Lord. Then tomorrow when we close the door, we will hold onto all the memories we made behind the key in the rooms we will be saying goodbye to. Then head out to start anew!
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #89: Filled with giddiness
I can’t hold it in any longer, “honey we are going to be parents”! Even though we could not have a baby of our own making, that beautiful young lady finally signed the papers. She gave us her blessing in her baby for the taking
I want to scream with giddiness, the nursery in our house has sat vacant for years. I can’t wait for the babies cries to fill the hollows of the walls that is has felt, and our ears for all too many years
It will no longer be the two of us, we will have our own little family at last. I will no longer walk past strollers looking the other way with tears brewing in my eyes. This has to be the happiest day of our lives
“Oh honey I can feel the joy bursting from your heart”! “You will make the best mommy ever, baby Evan will be lacking for nothing”. We will give Evan all the years of happiness we have been planning and hoping for in our own baby of our own making. This is how it was meant to be, Evan Michael will know he is loved beyond all measure. He is our gift given from another that we will always treasure! “A baby boy, oh the joy in the miracle that in just a matter of days he will come home swaddled in your arms, his mommy”.
“Let’s go call the family”…Evan Michael will one day be saying dadda, and momma to us. We will finally have a baby to fill the space of that nursery we made so perfect 10 years ago. It will no longer ring echos of emotional emptiness, just bliss in that of our baby
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #88: I’m just a door man at an old ratty motel
I’m just a door man at an old ratty hotel in an impoverished part of Chicago. Whoever thought to give me the job of delivering this box must be crazy.
I sit here with this cumbersome cardboard box on my lap, yes it will pay more than my day at the Old Renaissance Motel, yet I wonder if it’s really worth it. What might be in it? It isn’t all that heavy. I just keep thinking I didn’t ask enough questions. I feel as if I am a criminal doing something wrong. All this hopping from subway to subway to. What is an old man to do?
This is my second of 4 subways to get to my drop off point. I have these strict instructions, and I am not to deviate from them at all. I feel as if I am part of the Mafia my God all be damned if I end up in cuffs.
I can’t but wonder what is in the box. I don’t want to shake it, as then to maybe break it. I am feeling leery of what I might have gotten myself into. My stomach is suffering with anxieties pangs. Most likely gonna end up with an ulcer at my ripe age doing these kind of things. I am also growing hungry with each transfer I make.
Finally the stop, and I was in an even sketchier part of town then where I work. This was a place they say if you don’t need to go there, don’t go! I had no idea this was the final stop until I saw the sign. This just can’t be good.
I patiently waited to exit with the awkward box in hand, and began my walk. I was to go straight per my instructions. I walk passed people passed out on the street, stepping over feet. The box was hindering my view. The last tall green garbage-can which was tagged with hot pink it said. Okay that should be easy enough.
There it was, and I was on time. So looking far as my ancient eyes could see, I see a small boy holding what looks like a ladies hand. Figuring it is his mother, I proceed to walk on. Out of breath I reach the place written on the paper. I set the box down.
The boy dressed in just a long t-shirt with no pants, and no shoes gave me the brightest toothless smile. “Wow sir” he said. It had to be maybe 40 degrees if that. The lady had tears in her eyes. She struggled to speak. The boy ripped open the box. Throwing to the ground a coat, shirt, jeans, socks, boxer shorts, and the coolest tennis shoes this ol’ man had ever seen. “Oh boy this is awesome,” he said! Standing up he reached his arms around my waist looking up at my face. He squeezed me so tight. He then proceeded to let go, and place all his new clothes back in the box.
They proceeded to walk off with him in push of that box down the street with his bare feet. That was it, all in days work. I just had the most rewarding experience I had in my lifetime. Worth every penny was that toothless grin. Even though his mother never spoke, I saw the tears well in her eyes. I saw her weary head lower in sower for what she could not provide. My high lifted spirit led me back to Subway Route #331. My heart was undone in the wealth I felt from that little boy filled with joy! He was set with winters best, in that box he pushed down the road.
Keep on keeping on in Him
I am just going to say the closer I get to Jesus, and the more I read my Bible the more it piques my heart and soul to know Him more! I am madly in love with the Lord! He changed my life for the good!
I can’t wait until one day I get to see His face, and He shall say “well done good and faithful servant”. This is what I strive for each, and every day. I have to keep on keeping on in Him.
Simple, and sweet! Blessing in Him for a rad week WP friends.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:7-8
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 10/2020: A happy medium in a happy marriage
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Recognizing when you need to find that happy medium in life. Through prayer, and God my husband and I realized we needed to talk. All good, just a reconnect that needed to happen.
My wonderful husband was one of the one’s who at the beginning of Covid had a job that was not considered essential. It was good timing with my breast cancer surgery, but no good man likes to be out of work. They find a satisfaction in putting in a good hard days work, and as well in the routine it brings. Work defines who men are. So we got a little off kilter when he was off for 5 months, and now is back into the full swing of things.
Now please don’t get me wrong my husband is defined by his relationship with God. That being said it clearly states in the Bible For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “If a man will not work, he shall not eat.” We hear that some among you are idle. They are notbusy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat. Thessalonians 3:10.
There is happy medium though, men can get very consumed with work, woman too. I heard my husband say when he got called back to work it was happiest he has been in months. I get it too. So this leads me to our loving conversation this morning.
We need to find Brad, and Lisa again. Leave work at work, and find a balance in our lives. We need to put our phones aside, acknowledging one another more. Appreciating the gift we have in love in one another. Get back to laughing, and flirting with one another. Get back to the basics, as if we were dating. I believe my surgery took a huge toll on us as well, and this has nothing to do with love. We wholeheartedly love one another, thus the need to communicate where we are at today.
So this being said, it is all out. Love is an action word, we can talk about something until we are blue in the face. We have to act on it in order for change to occur. So we have figured out where the ball has been dropped, not placing blame. Each looking at our own part. Each cleaning our own side of the street. I need to smile more, and be my goofy 🙃 self more often. I am easily overwhelmed, and time frames really wreck me.
So knowing our happy medium, and having have had it before we know what is needed to get there. So into action we go! I am thanking God for man who stopped in realization of where we were at, and what is needed now. It started with us praying before we even began to talk. To let the spirit speak through us. How easily a conversation such as what we had could have gone very sour, and walls be put up.
Instead I feel like a giant weight has been lifted, and I know what I can do on my part to make my marriage a little brighter, and much lighter. I am gonna flirt with him like a he is my first high school crush, make him blush! Maybe we will go park and make out! Blessings all! 😋