Strokes on a Word Canvas

I wish I could write something funny. 
Something that would make you smile or even laugh out loud. 
I don’t do that much — wish I could.

I mean there are funny and wonderful things left in this world. Like when our great-grand comes to visit. 
The sound of his little feet either coming or going on the floor of the hall. I smile just thinking about it. 
Or his absolute delight to give a dog biscuit to Sara who eagerly receives every touch of loving he gives her. 
The moments we spend watching birds and squirrels from the window seat – it’s one of his favorite places here. 

Friends who call just because they care.
Silly jokes made funny simply because he said it. 
Bright moon nights.
A chicken sandwich and french fries eaten side by side sitting cross-legged in the back of the SUV, watching people watch us as they drive through a local parking lot.
Now that’s funny!

If you’ve never done it. I hope you will give it a try.
A burger and fries will work just as well as chicken. 🙂

Sowing seeds in the garden box, waiting for sprouts. 
Music and snuggles on the couch.

Family. People. Creation’s beauty.
These are the things we have left. 
And most days they help us smile in spite of what is. 

Nothing Much

Saturday morning. 
Sunshine and green with small and few struggling brown swatches of mower fodder I see from my opened-blind window. 
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks as the pendulum sways. 
Pages lay open waiting to be read. 
Cold coffee awaiting the drain. 
Quiet sounds; distance traffic and the ringing in my ears. 🙂

A lovely Saturday indeed. 

A picture is worth a thousand words some say . . .  is it? 



Did you know?

Did you know Peter read Paul’s Epistles? 
I think he did.
2 Peter 3:16. 
Well, let’s start at verse 14 for the fun of it. 

14 Therefore, beloved, looking forward to these things, be diligent to be found by Him in peace, without spot and blameless; 15 and consider that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation—as also our beloved brother Paul, according to the wisdom given to him, has written to you, 16 as also in all his epistles, speaking in them of these things, in which are some things hard to understand, which untaught and unstable people twist to their own destruction, as they do also the rest of the Scriptures.  source 

And look at that Peter calls his readers, beloved. I remember in some recent studies I was comforted and encouraged at the depth (what I saw in the Text) of love Paul had for his people. And I think as I study Peter more I will find he had great love too. 

Our beloved brother Paul.

According to the wisdom given to him, he wrote to you. 

And then verse 16. as also in all his epistles, speaking in them of things, . . .

Peter read Paul’s Epistles. 

I like that!

One more thing. Did you know the word PEACE appears 397 times in the NKJV? 

A Taste

I am writing from recall from early morning – 3:00 ish.  The Little One had stirred hungry. So, I fetched him from his crib and while he gulped down eight ounces of formula snug between us, love and blessings carassed my thoughts.

Thoughts of the difference from now and then. Thoughts of how I didn’t know. Thoughts I wasn’t then and grateful to be now. Thank You, LORD GOD. Not that I got to but I get to.

I get to be free. I get to be kind. I get to be patient. I get to be grateful. I get to be happy. I get to overcome me!. I get to love you!

Nothing about this Jesus Life is I GOT TO. It’s all I GET TO! It’s Freedom. This is what freedom in Christ in this moment feels like. I get to love this baby. I get to hear him drink in noursishment. I get to desire the sincere milk of the Word.  See 1 Peter 2:2-4. I get to snuggle with this little package of love. I get to. A life of I get to. It’s a taste of Heaven on earth!

I GET TO! Got it? Good. 🙂