Learn From Me

The mental list of things to do looms large, until my head feels heavy under the weight of all my thoughts. 102_2188

All the things that need to get done. All the stuff I worry about, stress over.

There is always something more.

Each day adds to the list.

Yet, God tells me not to worry. He is here.  What will worry add to my life?

And I know that, but most days I don’t live it.

Not really.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”  Matthew 11:28-30 NIV

Learn from me…….

Yes, Lord. Yes.




His Eyes Are On Me

I love to listen to my husband sing.                                                                                    IMG_0361

Yesterday he sang, His Eye Is On The Sparrow, at church.

Beautiful song, beautiful voice.

Words that remind me.

A Love that defines me.

No matter how great my problems are, or how seemingly insignificant…

God sees.

His eyes are on me, and He misses nothing.

I am so very thankful for that.


  1. Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
    Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
    When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

    • Refrain:
      I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
      For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
  2. “Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
    And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
    Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
  3. Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
    When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
    I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

    —  His Eye Is On The Sparrow,  Civilla D. Martin 1905

Early Morning Blessings

The early morning sun shone briefly, before giving way to a steel gray sky. IMG_0187

The wind bit hard, even as I snuggled into my coat. The hood blew back and hair went wild in the wind. I strained to see through the strands blowing crazy.

Oh Autumn, you leave me chilled and chattering.

Faded hues of autumn, framed by gray skies.

Barren branches like gnarly fingers, scratching the sky.

The door, caught in the wind, slams shut. The sound echoes over the roar of the morning wind.

The smell of coffee, and the welcoming warmth from hands wrapped around the mug.

The light pools on the kitchen table as I type out life. What it means to live in this moment. To feel time, just exactly as it is in the now.

So many things to get done, before  true winter arrives. I am not quite ready. The thought crosses my mind, are any of us ever ready?

And yet, time slows as I gaze out my kitchen window. I notice some oranges and reds still clinging to trees across the field.

Fields left scraggly and broken, where summer’s corn once stood.

Those leaves fighting against the wind for their last moments of glory.

Even though there is much to do, and a million things on my list…I stop.

And I realize that I am happy.

I thank God for His blessings…because no matter how busy, or hectic the days may be

He has given me much, so much.

I bask in the warmth of His love.


There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens… Ecclesiates 3:1 NIV



Fighting The Battle

I have several friends that are fighting battles. IMG_0253

Each morning they get up, put on their armor, and start their day.

Oh, you’ll not see the armor, it is invisible, but they are fighters nonetheless.

They do hard battle and they are left tired and weary from the struggles.

Early onset Alzheimer’s. How does this happen to a man in his 40’s?  Each day my friend loses a little more of her husband.

She loves in the midst of the battle. She deserves a medal of honor for faith in action.

Another friend, pours over information….searching for the answers.

Mitochondrial disease is a thief that steals a normal life from her teenage son.

Although he has come far, the journey is long. She deserves a badge of courage for never giving up on him.

My brother in law, saddened by the news that his dear friend from college died. At 43, it was way too young.

He went to sleep and didn’t wake up. A wife and a child, and friends and family are left to mourn this life cut short.

Tears flow for the fallen.

Another family constantly on edge as their seven year old, fights for his life. Cancer is an uninvited guest in this family’s life.

Infection rages through his young body and prayers go before the throne for healing and health.

This young boy is a fighter, in the thick of  battle.

Shoulders heavy with the burden, knees buckle under the weight.

Hearts ache, lives are changed.

Life is hard. So hard. And aren’t we all acquainted with grief in some form?

Even those of us that are Christ followers, struggle with the “why me?”. And in the back of our minds, maybe never uttered aloud is  the, “I don’t deserve this. This was not part of my plan. How, God, could You allow this?”

And the brokenness of our world cracks wide open…along with our hearts.

When sin entered this world, it brought with it the pain we all feel.

The tightening in our chest from life tilting us until we are sick.

It is at these times when it is difficult to see God’s hand, when His plans don’t make sense, that we are called to rely on what we do know about God, instead of demanding answers to what we don’t and cannot know.

I remind myself, of this too……

Seek God daily, build intimacy and relationship with Him, so that when the darkest of times come, and they come for us all, we will have the assurance of God’s love and presence…even in the dark….when we can’t see. He will lead us through the darkest of valleys–to the other side.


The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
    and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18 NIV


A Reminder Of His Love

A reminder from a previous blog post….. I’ve been thinking about the wonders of His love lately.

The Wonders Of His Love

The ceramic ornament slipped off the counter and hit the floor hard. Cracked. Broken. In pieces.102_4811


A cry escaped, as I stared at the crumbles and bits of what was left on the floor.


I had just gotten the decoration that day, from Day Spring…and I was disappointed at where my gift had ended up.


My kids helped me pick up the pieces. Super glued it back together. Fixed it.


But, the cracks are still visible. The heart is broken.


A reminder…


For the words on the ornament read, “Wonders of His Love”.


Oh yes, the wonders of His love. The words sink into my own heart.


His body was broken for me. His heart leaked for me, the sinner. The blood. His blood poured out.


All because of His great love.


I flipped the ornament over and looked at the spidery crack that ran through the printed verse on back.


This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. 1 John 4:9 NIV

A New Day

The October, early morning wind blew cold.                                                                                                     IMG_0472

I pulled the warmth from the hoodie closer as I completed my morning chores.

I love the early hours. It is quiet, before the rest of the world has awakened.

The day has a plethora of  possibilities, fresh and new.


Today I am thankful for:

* a warm bed and rumpled blankets

* kitties that paw at the door

* dog licks

* quiet house

* warm hoodie

* beautiful pink and purple sky

* a slow start to the morning

* watching a favorite show with a friend

* mocha latte

* getting laundry done

* God who wants relationship



For The Love Of Laundry

I can’t believe it is already Friday…again. The days, they move with lightening speed. IMG_0357

Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is: LAUNDRY.


When I first saw today’s prompt, I thought, laundry? Really? What is there to say about laundry?

Stinky clothes. Stained with mud and crud.

Piles of laundry…never ending mounds and pounds of clothes.

Ordinary, mundane, several times a week, laundry.

Have to get it done, not really a choice. A chore that I can do without thinking about it.

But, as I write this, something occurs to me.

Sometimes the greatest things can be found in the most simple and ordinary. (and no, I don’t mean finding change in jeans pockets…although that is a perk)

I am thankful for the family members that wear these clothes.

I am grateful that I have a washer and dryer and don’t have to lug all this mess to the Laund-O-Rama. (been there, done that)

After all, there is a story in my Mt. Washmore.

The story of our lives.