Going Home

The Gypsy Mama

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Home…

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Home.

The word, to many, means family and friends because…

home is where they love you.

No matter how old, or how far away, one can always go home…

even if it is only in his/her memories.

Today on this five minute Friday I’ve decided to share some of my pictures.

Pictures of home.

 

 

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Rural Sculpture

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rural sculptures fills the horizon.

Country art rolls into the fields…

Beautiful in its simplicity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet stillness, only interrupted by the hum of farm equipment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows fall long across this farmland scene.

The daylight draws to a close,

as the sun slips beyond the edge of the field.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Together Is A Good Place To Be

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thegypsymama

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
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Together is a good place to be….

My husband and I were both widowed in our 30’s.  We lived in different states during our first marriages. Our kids didn’t go to school together. We didn’t even know the others existed. Each living our own lives, oblivious to what was going to happen. How life would change for us all.

Death entered. The door on the future seemed to slam shut. The room was quiet. So quiet.

Weeks to months, months to years.

The realization of new life, after death, slowly emerges.

Two people meet. Two families come together.

God is in the union.

Though one may be overpowered,
   two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.  Ecclesiastes 4:12  NIV

Good Bye

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@The Gypsy Mama

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Okay, so the movie is kinda of corny….but, it is one of my favorites anyway.  I’m a sap when it comes to movies that pull the heart strings. Love ’em, that’s just how I roll.

One of my favorite quotes from the movie comes at the very end. The main character’s mother had died earlier that year…..

That’s what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will…

True, huh? Endings usually are sad. Good byes often hurt….especially if they are good byes with no hope of a new hello.

The reason good bye hurts is because of love.

If we don’t love, than a good bye doesn’t have the same sting.

The same longing to not go.

The want for one more minute, one more day….

one more chance.

Love Never Gets Old

English: a love heart in water

Love never gets old

My son’s words echoed in my heart just as soon as they left his mouth. Wisdom from my boy-man.

At the time, we were goofing around……as we have done ever since he was born, almost 17 years ago.

Times of silliness in amongst the trials of this life.

And isn’t that true? And what we all long for?

Love. Simply, love. The need for love doesn’t get old, or dry up, or go away.

Longing to know that we are valued, important to another. It is necessary… for truly

living.

Sifting through the day to day to find what is true. Real. Intangible.

Scripture tells us,  “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13:13 NIV

More than just an emotion that is fickle at best. More than slick advertisements, or self gratification.

Love is sacrifice.

Always.

It is in the giving away that love becomes real. It is in the laying down of personal gain, or self promotion that allows love to flourish.

Love is at it’s greatest when we are least.

Love is…

* holding tight to newborn skin and feeling your heart living outside of your body

* holding a hand when your dear friend just received news that would rip her world wide open

* appreciating what was done for you, to allow you to be where you are right now

* wiping tears from the face of a child that is hurting and just holding him/her

* forgiving those words that were said in anger, and realizing that sin is real and we all are tainted

* starting over because we all need a second chance

* laying side by side, and feeling the warmth that two bodies create

* touching a face and memorizing the contours in your heart

* knowing another intimately, and choosing to love them anyway

* saying “I’m sorry” or “I was wrong”, even when it’s difficult. Words matter and water runs deep, and it is never necessary to drown in that pride.

* sacrificing time, for time is all we have…and it is valuable beyond measure

* setting aside the “I want”  for the “what can I do for you?”

* being the servant and not always the master

* real…when one can look past the facade to the spirit inside

* reaching out and grasping for another that is stronger

Love is all these things…and more.

“Le Prix d’ Amour, C’est Seulement Amour.”   (“The price of love is simply… love.”)

The View From My Front Porch

The view this morning.

I watched the dark being overtaken by the light.

Vivid pinks and purples…

Making way for the sun…

 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
   for his compassions never fail.
 They are new every morning;
   great is your faithfulness.   Lamentations 3:22-23  NIV

In The Name Of Love

Holding hands

Image by QuinnDombrowski via Flickr

*I promise to love, honor, and cherish you; from this day forward until death do us part.

*Mommy, I love you very, very much. You are the bestest mommy ever!

*Love you, Mom! Love you, too.

*For God so loved the world

*Love you, babe!

*I think I’m in love.

*Don’t you just love that?

*Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

*What’s love got to do with it?

Love is patient, love is kind…

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Sometimes the word, love, is a scary word to utter. Unsure. Unnerving. A word that holds so much meaning, but will the speaker of the word have it returned back to him/her?

A mother and child. A husband and wife. A boyfriend and girlfriend. God to His people.

The world would have us believe that love is a fragile emotion, best not to use the word too often. On one hand, love is over simplified, and overused. Love hurts. Love stinks. Love breaks hearts and ruins lives. The world also says that love makes the world go round.

So, what is love?

4 Love is patient, love is kind.       (love allows one to try again, love treats others in a way that she herself would like to be treated…even if it isn’t returned)

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. (love is humble and does not have a smart mouth)

5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, (love is giving up the spotlight, love is stepping down and letting the other person shine, love is choosing to make itself less)

it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. (love holds its tongue, love doesn’t roll it’s eyes, or attempt to cut another down, love should not hurt)

6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. (love heals the hurts, love triumphs in the truth, love stands tall and is not ashamed)

7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (love gives the benefit of the doubt, love tries harder, pushes farther, and longs for the best)

 8 Love never fails. (real love is what everyone craves, we all want it, long for it, live for it)

 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.                         I Corinthians 13 NIV

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Written In My Own Hand

Pen & Journal

Image by Bob AuBuchon via Flickr

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth

The leather bound book feels smooth in my hands. I open it to the page, after my last entry. The white emptiness awaits my pen.

I’ve kept journals my entire life. For me, there is something therapeutic  about putting feelings, thoughts, experiences down on paper. I like to express myself with words on the page. I’ve had people say to me that they could never keep a journal….because they would be afraid that someone would read their journals, or family would read them after he/she is gone.  My thought is, read them! READ THEM. I hope my family reads all my boxes of  journals. I think they will see that I was a real person, with real issues, joys and sorrows. I had dreams and I tasted grief. I was sometimes goofy and yet a deep thinker.

*In eighth grade I wrote poetry and doodled hearts in the margins of my journal. I practiced different styles of handwriting to see which one was the most beautiful. I wrote of the seasons and time.

*In college I wrote letters to my boyfriend. I’m reminded of some of the deep issues we discussed on paper. (yes, the 80’s were still pre-personal PC days)  I could hold my own in a debate.

*As a college graduate I wrote about my search for a job and my desire to teach. Once I landed my first job, I wrote about my days as a teacher, and my students that made it all worth while.

*I wrote as a newlywed, learning how to share my life with another.

*I began to write a journal to my son when I was only five months pregnant with him. I wanted him to know that he was loved from before he was even born.

*I wrote a journal of grief, for the whole year after my first husband died.

*I wrote when I was a single parent. The joys and the heartaches.

*I wrote when I started dating again. Dating in one’s mid 30’s is a lot different than dating in one’s early 20’s. Just sayin’.

*I wrote to my new husband. Of course, my witty banter won him over….along with my amazing email skills and my otherwise complete lack of knowledge of computers. (Giggle)

*I continue to write in my prayer journal. I pour out my heart to the One who knows and understands…my soul bleeding out on each page.

Each day I etch words into time. I write how I am feeling at that moment. The ups and downs of my life. The bubbled up laughter spilling out in joy. The anguish of dreams not met.

I love writing.  I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.  ~James Michener

 

 

Time Captured

Antique Clock Face

Image by Garrett Crawford via Flickr

More moments to add to my list of thanks

Each captured

Time slows

Eucharisteo. Now. Always now.

I write them down, so I won’t forget.

Never forget His love for me

 

#182 Conversations that make me smile

#183 Blog comments

#184 Bright, golden sunshine

#185 Good mood

#186 A sense of accomplishment

#187 Anticipating a thunderstorm

#188 Taking a quiet time

#189 Family movie nights

#190 Email

# 191 Ice cream with chocolate syrup

#192 Watching my son chase the dog

#193 Laughing so hard

Simply Love…

Love for Arts

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“Le Prix d’Amour, C’est Seulement Amour.”

The price of love, is simply…love.


Family. Unconditional love. Safe and secure.

Growing up, I never doubted love.

I was seventeen.

He held my hand. We shared a kiss.

The sweet tenderness of young love.

I was a young woman dressed in white, a young man at the end of the aisle.

We faced each other and declared our love.

Until death do us part.

The nurse handed the wrinkled bundle of baby boy to me.

I, as mother, looked at my newborn and love enveloped my heart.

Love tries again. Second chances are real. I step out into love.

Love for those I surround myself with.

Agape for my fellow man.

Love and thanksgiving to God.

….And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (I Corinthians 13 :13)