Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Garden Friends



Found a special delivery this morning...soon to be planted mementos of Rose Cottage tea time with dear friends.

"I didn't find my friends; the good God gave them to me."
 ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Simple Woman's Daybook

Outside my window....spreads a cool, bright overcast sky.

I am hearing.....the catchy Habanero from Kylie's piano.

I am thinking....how I want to go beyond scratching the surface of the explosive joy of my life and liberty that's in Christ alone.

I am thankful for....precious friends. They are bottomless treasure boxes ornamenting my life with pearls of grace, diamonds of kindnesses, and golden nugget acts of love.

I am wearing....an airy, crinkled, three-quarter-sleeved, Dijon yellow button-down with an ankle-length denim skirt.

I am reading....Anne of Green Gables and With Christ in the School of Prayer by Andrew Murray.

From the kitchen....has come asparagus bacon quiche, lemon bread, salads, and vanishing oatmeal cookies.

I am anticipating.....planting flowers from Terry's Rose Cottage garden that will serve as reminders of a sweet friendship.

I giggled with delight....when I read Julie's vintage notecard letting me know of our upcoming You, Me 'n' Tea menu!


Praying

"I am learning that when I pray, I desecularize myself, that part of me that's 'prone to wander,...prone to leave the God I love.' When I pause in my time--weekly, daily, hourly--I put one foot into His time and stride this great divide between the human and the divine, and the more I straddle this chasm in my personal universe, the closer the holy comes. I am frequently not only aware of God, but flushed full of Him. Time which used to crack only slightly to make place for Him, now folds outward, and He seeps into, invades wholly, engulfs completely the rest of the moments of my life, taking gentle advantage of the rare keyhole windows in the spaces in my soul.

He is an importunate lover, demanding concentration. I am at the point in my spiritual appointments with Him that when I leave these allotted moments, He uses them and haunts my soul with love thoughts the rest of my day."

~Karen Burton Mains, Making Sunday Special

Saturday, May 8, 2010