It has been said that when the sun shines in Seattle it is one of the most beautiful places in the world. God’s artistry is on display all the more when the skies are clear.
This is reminding me to be THANKFUL! Perhaps, beauty encourages contentment?
…And this is where I live!
For more amazing pics of the PNW – visit – PacificNWSeasons.blogspot - Jill there, deserves the picture credit!
Life is unpredictable.
In our own tumultuous emotions, we have the ability to inspire people and reflect our Maker.
These moments come in unique and fascinating ways that only God can give.
Such as this artistic outburst by Rose Ann Hayes
The Dandelion, an unwelcome weed for so many, has always drawn me in with delight and interest. The careful attention God takes in the design of an annoying weed; a weed that reminds me to be strong and stand my ground. (I could sonnets about how the weeds reflect wanderlust, but I’ll save that for another day.)
Uncertainty is certain; “The wind do blow,” spring cloud bursts cover everything and then vanish, and a rock in the road can change everything… but I Know Who Holds Tomorrow.
Today, my heart is strong.
And that is enough.
I am a very self-sufficient person. I know the difference between an allen, hex, and flathead. I bar-b-que enough to have the hair singed off my knuckles most of the summer – And I know how to tell if my meat is medium or well-done. I wash Windows AND run Windows and MAC
I have an xBox, Gamecube, GameBoy, and Sega Genesis. I mow the lawn and weed eat the black berries…. with my very own husqavarna weedeater, that uses a 50:1 blend of gas blend. I like wearing eye-liner and keeping my nails polished. 
Turbotax and I have been friends for 10 years. I have a weakness for silver charms and a healthy love affair with my shoes. I wake up singing old hymns – love music of all sorts – and my guilty pleasure Pandora stations are devoted to Josh Turner & Maroon 5. I prefer letters over phone calls and don’t take an offense if you take a day to text me back. I’m even learning to knit and play the piano. Finally, I make acceptable biscuits, good pie, and fantastic muffins.
With all of these things going for me… you’d think I’d be perfectly fine on my own… however, there is something to be said about have a good looking man around. They reveal a different aspect about who God is. “Male and Female… He created Them… In His Image.” *Genesis 1:27
Together, we reflect the fulness of our Creator… thats why, sometimes, I need a man! 
ALSO… its really nice to have a man around to open stubborn pickle jars, reach the top shelf, empty the rat trap, go to the dump, advise me to not buy that random purchase, restock the woodpile, and then tell me that my hair smells nice 
A wonderful British woman named Jill Briscoe taught me (along with the rest of the radio listeners) about the deep place, where only God lives… and tonight I listened.
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I sat down on the doorstep of my heart and thought about listening.
I thought about how full my heart was… the Lord has given me so much to fill it with… and then I try to shove alot of other things on top of it! With that thought came a tumult of cares and people and situations – most of which are out of my control. It was so loud that I finally burst into tears. When the tears stopped I sat in the silent loneliness of the moment.
On the doorstep of my heart, there is a loneliness that hangs about, like summer sunshine without any breeze – the air can get stale.
Just as I thought about leaving, I remembered - I am not alone.
“Where is Jesus? I know that He lives here.”
That was when I noticed the watering can sitting beside the garden of my heart… a twinge of guilt stung my heart, but with it awoke a desire even stronger. So strong, I had to act on it. Jesus loves to garden and He lets me help.
The watering can was full and I knew He wanted me to water the flowers of my heart.
The weeds were trying to steal the nutrients from the good seeds.
As I took up the can a delicious breeze kissed my cheek, so gently that if I hadn’t been about the Gardner’s work I would’ve missed it.
I heard Him somewhere in my heart, whistling while He sorted through a box of broken hopes and secret dreams… He know to keep and what to throw out.
I was anxious to get down to business, and see everything come to right, but sorting through the dust and disarray of love and hurt in life takes time.
He has given me a task and I need to do it.
So today, I water the garden of my heart with His living water and leave the heavy-hearted cleaning to the Lord.
The hour has come
Darkness resides
At the foot of the cross
Forgiveness abides
Blood and sin mingle down the Kidron brook
Covering all of time
The Shadow, not of death, of the Almighty
One cross, One death
Life is given to all for all
I found the light of life
At the foot of the cross
Out of this dark hour joy eternal
Today I asked Google, “What is Easter?”|
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For all of my friends – who should be receiving cutesy Valentine’s Cards from me – I make no excuses. Instead, I give you this story and hope it makes you laugh.
Love ~ Me
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… there was a beautiful, optimistic Princess.
She spent delightful seasons of life dreaming about her someday Prince. (Along with a few other dreams like going on quests, writing clever books, singing new songs, and solving big problems – while wearing beautiful shoes.)
The princess grew up and is enjoying her quests – dreaming and writing and singing and doing.
She met a Prince here, a Knave there…
and
The impressions they left were lasting.
Which is why,
this Valentine’s Day, she would rather be in the company of Dragons.
~ The End ~
