Hi Friends– Here’s my morning yesterday– I walked by those freesias on the table and was surprisingly thankful to see them fresh and bright. I didn’t plant them. Someone before us in this house did. But for 23 years, jugfuls have popped up every spring. They’re a gift every year.
And it made me thankful– for small things all day. Sitting in the sunshine eating frozen yogurt with my mom. Face timing with Lois (and her mom while she folded the laundry). Green hills and snow on the mountains to the north. A quiet dinner at the kitchen table with Larry. Bright funny friends who come in on Monday nights to talk & pray. And rest at the end of the day knowing God’s great love and mercy.
There’s more. But that’s enough to fill a heart. So thankful.
So thankful that God is always the same–his goodness, love and mercy are never ending. It’s a comfort.
“For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.”
**photo from a morning walk this week (unusual clouds here in so. California)
**Spurgeon quote from Jesus-is-for-you.tumblr.com –thanks!
Snowy trek up the mountain–I’d never seen such white sky!
Hey all– Are you looking out the window to see a wonderland of snow–bright & white & beautiful?? We’re snowless all winter here at our house, real snow amateurs. But last weekend we trekked up the mountains to Big Bear through a snowy afternoon and it was magical.
We settled in to a snug cabin.
We woke up to sunshine and crisp mountain air (Larry was the snow shoveler!)
Some of the group took off to ski/snowboard.
While Larry and I took a long morning walk in the sunshine.
We loved every minute talking and playing games and eating and praying with this group of amazing people. It’s wonderful to be together with them…
Thankful for the beauty and the people and the quiet of this snowy weekend.
And thanks Tyler for this sunset photo– it’s awesome! So glad and thankful for this group and for all we learn from you…
“Yet hope returns
when I remember
this one thing:
The Lord’s unfailing
love and mercy
fresh as the morning,
as sure as the sunrise.
The Lord is all I have,
so in him
I put my hope
Hello all– My only real resolution this year is more of a reflection–to remember these words. If I wake up in the morning, remembering my hope is in God’s unfailing love and mercy, everything else will make sense.
Like the last three days. I have been painting the study a pale gray. And let’s just say it’s not going well. By the time Larry got home tonight I was pretty grumpy (and paint spattered). But if I can stop and measure that against the merciful daily love of God– paint’s not such a big deal. I’m hopeful for all he has ahead for me (even if it’s not a beautiful study). Thankful.
photo: Wisconsin lake from our trip last summer.
Hello all– I was able to snatch part of a morning this week to read through the story of Jesus’ birth, to sit and think and pray…
And the words that stayed with me were when Zechariah spoke of “the tender mercy of our God.” (Luke 1:78) It made me want to look for God’s “tender mercies”through these days of Christmas.
The mercies of my mom growing stronger, of squeals from the grand-kids. The splendid mercy of real conversations with our children. And Christmas music in the house, of sitting down to meals together and the sun through the bare maple trees in the yard.
And the best mercy of God’s son come to earth for us. I remain profoundly grateful for God’s merciful love.
The Annunciation by Leonardo da Vinci (1453-1519) artist, inventor, scientist
Hello friends– For years we had a large print of this painting over our fireplace– The angel come to tell Mary of the arrival of the baby Jesus. I love this story. The recounting is in the Bible’s book of Luke:
It starts with the angel.
“The angel said to her, Do not be afraid, Mary,…you will be with child and will give birth to a so, and you are to give him the name of Jesus.”
And ends with Mary.
“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered, “may it be to me as you have said.”
So in the quiet moments of this Christmas, these are the words I want to think on, to hold dear. God is with me in my fears (and I’m good at being “afraid”–for health of people I love, for security in retirement, for all that’s ahead…) But I can rest unafraid.
And that, like Mary, I am the Lord’s servant, listening to him for guidance and direction– whatever comes.
Merry Christmas! I hope your Christmas (and mine) is full of quiet moments to reflect and know God’s constant love.