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Are Not Two Little Sparrows Sold For A Penny?

10 Apr

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Sparrows

I’m sitting in the car waiting for the clinic to open. What will the doctor say? I press the button and the window rolls down. It’s springtime and the air is cool and dry. The sound of sparrows in the eaves reaches my consciousness. I lay my head on the headrest and close my eyes. The sparrows’ perky song reminds me:

“Are not two little sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s leave and notice. But even all the hairs of your very head are numbered. Fear not, then; you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31,*). “Cheep, cheep” I take a deep breath. No wonder I feel so peaceful. The sound of sparrows reminds me that, because I matter to Him, God is overseeing everything that happens to me with great love and concern.

*The Message

Sparrow

Sparrow (Photo credit: barryskeates)

 

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Easter Dresses

5 Apr

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April 4, 12 2012

I walked through the children’s department in Penny’s the other day and saw rows of pastel dresses with lace, embroidery, and ruffles. My heart yearned as it recalled pictures of my mother as a girl in her Easter finery, me in a dotted Swiss dress she made one year, and our young daughter in a yellow dress and white hat. We also have a photo of our granddaughter in a poufy, flower-print dress playing with her dollhouse on the back porch.

II Corinthians 5:17 tells us that when we are in Christ we become new creatures, our old lives are over. One reason we wear new clothes at Easter is to symbolize this newness.

One day Christ died a painful and bloody death, but then he walked out of the place of burial alive. Why did this miracle happen? Let us ask the Spirit of Christ who is now with us. Isn’t that what Easter is really all about?

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Was It a Miracle, Serendipity, or Synchronicity?

31 Mar

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Springtime

March 31, 2012

This morning, I felt compelled to step outside as spring frolicked in our back yard. Birds sang, and butterflies fluttered. I started to walk around the perimeter, but I spotted a weed. Truthfully, I’d seen it before, but I procrastinated plucking it from the damp earth. It lifted easily and then, I saw another one, and another. I ended up pulling most of the weeds. When I got back to the tiny jungle under the eaves that we call the shade garden, I noted that it was so lush with growth it could easily supply a new area. I thought about thinning and transplanting right then, but knew that would cost a whole day’s energy and I had other things to do, so maybe another day, better yet, someday, when Harold calls, we’d have a job for him.

Harold is our godsend. He lives in his van, but he has other resources when he needs them. He was a boxer in his youth, but they passed him over because he didn’t have the killer instinct. Every month when he gets his social security check, he buys gas and parts for the van, and food. Last summer he went to Georgia and spent a few months fixing up his sister’s house. Now that he’s back, he’ll call and ask for a couple of hours of work now and then. That helps him and it helps us, too.

Well, guess what, as I entered the house, the phone rang, and it was Harold wanting work. My husband said, “Come on over.” We looked out the front window and there he was,  having called us on his cell phone. In one hour, he had thinned the shade garden and we had plants all the way to the corner of the house.

After many years of failure we now garden as simply as possible. In Florida, aloe, spider plant (ours is green and white), bromeliad, and ferns are practically indestructible. Purple Queen adds pink and purple to the mix.

Was it miracle, serendipity, or synchronicity that Harold called when he did? I call it God. This year, as spring dances into summer the shade garden will become lush and full. There will be no room for weeds then, and I’ll get up in the morning’s relative cool and walk around the garden soaking up stillness in perfect peace and maybe I’ll pick a weed or two as well.

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