Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
If you said Judy Miller, you were right! The lovely Miss Judy and her sweet daughter, Jenna came my way here in Nashville, and we spent Friday and Saturday "playing." We visited antebellum mansions and basically ate our way through Music City. It was heaven!
Monday, March 28, 2011
I begin every morning with reading a number of chapters in my Bible, followed six days a week with my BSF study. During the reading and studying, my background music is from a number of different "Chant" albums (Benedictine, Cistercian, Gregorian). My current favorite album is "Chant – Music for the Soul" by Cistercian Monks of Stift Heiligenkreuz. I choose these chants because they are sung in Latin. Thus the words don't interfere with my concentration (last time I had a Latin lesson was around 1966).
As I turn to a time of prayer and praise, I switch iTunes to music in my vast Christian worship library (I've been collecting for 30+ years). Quite often, I choose to go to my Quiet Time playlist. These songs are in this playlist because they've spoken to my heart in some special way at some special time.
So here we go. I'll embed one and let you follow the links to the other two if you so choose.
When You Shepherd Me (Brian Doerksen)
When I listen to this song, I feel so loved by God. When I sing it back to Him, I'm expressing my love for Him and thanksgiving for how He has shepherded me through the years.
Word of God Speak (Kristin Chenoweth)
Oh, how I yearn for God's word to speak to me, to speak life to me, to guide me each and every moment of my life.
Revelation Song (Don Moen)
He is holy, holy, holy! And we shall gather with the angels around the throne and sing His praises. Oh, man. I can almost hear the heavenly choir as I write this.
What about you? What songs are in the playlist of your quiet time (whether or not you have an official one)?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Then of course there's the craziness of our weather. Do you know how you can tell it's spring in Montana? The snow feels warmer.
Although I'm not sure my kitty Safari agrees.
Another sure sign that it's spring - the grizzly bears have been spotted coming out of hibernation. Of course that goes hand in hand with seeing the geese flying back into town, seeing bluebirds and robins, and of course...gophers.
We have these little gopher guys all over the place.
A pasttime for the kids up here is gopher shooting. They are a pest and a destructive terror at times, but when you see them after a long winter - you know it's spring.
Yesterday, I hit my first gopher of the season with the car. It was like a formal announcement. SPRING IS HERE!
So from my home to yours, here is a blessing for spring.
May the Lord bless and keep you in His care.
May your days be rosy and fair.
May your road be easy no matter how far,
and May the gophers watch out for your car.
God Bless You!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
It's true. I am a ham (please go back to your writing, Miss Tamera; that snorting is not attractive). I love to tell stories. I love to entertain. I get that from my grandmother who was a type of actress in her day. She did professional "readings." Like from The Gift of the Magi. (Somewhere in this house I have her copy of that book, marked up for memorization.) I wish I'd been older before she died (her health began failing when I was ten). Maybe I could have remembered some of the great stories she told her grandchildren. Oh, how she could entertain us. Anyway, I come by it naturally.
So I shared with the women about how when I was ten I told my friends that my mom was born in a covered wagon coming west. That story was fueled by my excellent imagination and the fact that you can see the ruts of the Oregon Trail just ten or so miles from the home where I grew up. I was inspired!
Man, I wish I was always inspired in my storytelling. And I wish that writing a book was as easy as coming up with that little gem I told my friends at the age of ten. And come to think of it, I wish that every idea that popped into my head was worth putting on paper. Yeah, I know. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Sigh...
So I guess I'd better get back to the work of writing, because that's the only way a book ever gets done. It's not the inspiration. It's the fanny glued to the chair. Two parts perspiration.
I'm still trying to find a way to keep my dog from killing my kitty. The squirt bottle has helped a little, but I still spend way too much of my time screaming, "Poppet, no! Poppet, leave it!" I decided that a cat "tree" would at least give Pinky a place to get away from the dog. What I won't do for my animals. My living room is now decorated with the "deluxe" model from Petco. Very plush. Since her full name is Princess Pinky, it seems appropriate that she has a castle. Right?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Obsolete. Isn't that an ugly word? It sounds ugly and mean.
Vintage had charm.
Antique has class.
Obsolete connotes uesless and outdated.
The very first search engine was a library card catalog. I'm old enough to have used a card catalog extensively. They were phased out in the 1980s and replaced with computers. I'm an antique-aholic and love to repurpose things, so I decided to find a card catalog and use it to store everything from a buckeye to a xylophone stick. Tintypes, gloves, fans, doilies.... it's the perfect solution for an organizationally challenged woman. I can't bear the thought that my beloved card catalog is obsolete. So now I have to find one and preserve it.
I played with a little record player as a child. Records were replaced by tape recordings, 8 track, cassettes, CDs, and now MP3s. "Like a broken record" is an obsolete saying... but I recently heard a teen say, "Like a scratched CD." I made a mental note on that. It makes perfect sense--until ten years from now when CDs will be.., obsolete.
Time marches on an inventions change our lives.
I'm glad for the changes from the old plume and ink... to the typewriter.. to the computer. I ought to be thankful I didn't have to learn fancy penmanship. I don't have an artistic bone in my body. And I am so typo-prone, a computer allows instant corrections.
Wall and candlestick phones gave way to rotary dial, then push button... then cordless... and now cellphones. (remember beepers, too?)
We've gone from Connestoga wagons to station wagons to battery-powered cars. We have kept trains... but that 3 cent stamp? Long, long gone.
Stone lamps... kerosene.... gaslamp.... electricity.... and even touch-activated or clapper-operated lights. Yet, we're still using wind and solar power--just as our great-grandparents did with windmills and clotheslines. We've simply harnessed it more efficiently.
Solomon said there was no new thing under the sun. He'd be boggled to look around.here. But he addressed human nature, not material goods.
The best things in life aren't things. The Greatest Gift of salvation cost the ultimate price, yet it is free to us. Christ will never be obsolete. Man's inventions pale in comparison to our all-knowing God. He invented music. He wrote history. There is no light brighter than Christ. The most important path we travel is not measured by miles, but by heart. For those things, I am incredibly grateful. But I still miss card catalogs and would love to find one. What do you miss?
Friday, March 18, 2011
I've been battling Shingles for the last couple of weeks. For those who aren't familiar - it's a pretty frustrating disease. First of all - if you've had chicken pox then you can get shingles. If you get shingles - you can give other folks the chicken pox. It's a vicious cycle.
Shingles is a herpes virus that lies dormant in your body until something like stress or weakened physical condition urges it to life. There are several stages and problems - pain, numbness, tingling, flu like symptoms, exhaustion, rash. The list goes on, but suffice it to say - it's no fun.
I was under a lot of stress both physically and emotionally and I figure that's problem what triggered this. However, it also brought to mind another life lesson that focuses on the spiritual.
Satan so often uses something from the past to slip us up or cause us pain. Like shingles - it can be something lying dormant in your life for years upon years and then without warning something happens to stir it to life.
The symptoms are identical - pain - numbness - nausea - exhaustion. All the things that make us less effective for God.
As I was lying in bed resting (as this is what seems most helpful) I couldn't help but think how ironic my situation. The stress had been brought on by something from the past that had been dealt with - it was like an episode of chicken pox. It had been a problem, had made me quite ill, had even left its scars. But I thought I was done dealing with it and that it wouldn't be an issue. Just like I thought I was completely done dealing with chicken pox.
The neat thing is, that God really helped me to see the situation for what it was - an attack. There was nothing positive to be gained by allowing the past problem to come to light again. It truly had been dealt with and there was no reason to try to resurrect it. There was nothing glorifying to God in breathing life into that mass of decay and rot.
I don't think there's anything very positive about shingles either, but my case has been far less severe because we caught it early and I was given anti-viral meds and have heeded the doctor's advice. I know that many of you have prayed for me as well, and believe me, those prayers are definitely felt and I thank you.
So, I've learned another life lesson thanks to shingles, or better still - thanks to God. He always has a way of helping me to see things with different eyes - just when I need it most.