Come Saturday Morning...

It's raining and my crew is out in Chowan, learning how to launch our Evvie boat.

So, early Saturday Morning, I am going away with my friends.

This morning's friend is Auntie. I remember Auntie's devoted washing of the dishes. It seemed like a prayer. She separated the dishes, which was something I never could find myself doing in my home growing up. Dishes seemed like the worst fate in our house, growing up. 12 people all day and the pile seemed endless by the time I got home from school.

Whenever I went to Auntie's house her devotion to the dishes seemed to say, I will meet you here, when I am gone. I will be a part of God's healing process of the dish scars on your soul. She is part of my healing and the Holy Spirit, himself reminds me of her devotion to clean those dishes as a prayer. I pray, while doing mine and I separate them when I get a chance to. I don't make them a complaint and a gripe against my children, as much as I can. I pray for their mouths and bodies to enjoy my labor in good health and learning.

This morning it was 4 am. I started boiling the water. I put all of the silverwear that was dirty in the pie plate. I poured the boiling water twice over them, before I began. It is 10:30 now and all of them are not completed, but the freezer is clean and the carpet is vacuumed and I am on to other Saturday morning remembrances and prayers for the future. Thank God, He makes all things beautiful. In His Time!

Old Friends?

Joy to the Earth, The Savior Reigns, let men, their songs employ... While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains repeat...

"Peat" and repeat, said Grandma Ruth, in her humorless candor {that was her theme to the old people to watch what they said in front of the children. After that statement, we would usually be banished from the room, so they could talk more openly}. I see that we use our songs, employ our songs for building up or for tearing down. This is very important to note, with the further proliferation of them through media.

How do we weave our songs into good activity for the world around us, is the Savior reigning over us. We "peat" as it were and they repeat. The cycle is alot faster than when I was a child.

What will they have done with our songs when we are 70 as Paul Simon bid me to think in my youth? Or when I am 64 will my songs still be relevent and meaningful to the youth, says the Beatles? We've inherited their train of thinking, somewhat.

There is nowhere you could be in NY and not have been touched by the trends of the 60's and 70's. Those currents were a driving force of motion and emotion. Where will we go with what is left to us? Will we employ our songs for the Savior's Reign and see the earth follow suit?

Thoughts from Tapestry Album! Thank you Carol King for putting some "Joy Inside My Tears"

You make me feel like a natural woman?

"Her desire will be for her husband and he will rule over her?

" The road into motherhood is easy and hard. You see this wonderful specimen with whom your mind and emotions start to plan for a long-term life in unity. We grow into a covenant agreement to belong to eachother and there are children after a while. What's next? "Will you still love me tomorrow?" That is his domination point, isn't it? I have invested life and pain and my body will never return to it's former self and I still must wonder, does he still love me? Will he still love me? Isn't that often the question? Although He, too, is vulnerable, not so much as a woman.

Carol King invested in the passing along of her experiences and lessons learned to us in the Tapestry Album. Somehow, I feel like that should be a class for women, in life to take Tapestry and write their insights from it, before marriage and children and intentions for their lives as a result of having listened to it.

Christ does make a difference and the agreement to live under His authority is a real preservative of heart and mind, for the most part. But we are all humans and fallible and stumble and fall all over one another. Braun, in How Green was the most vulnerable female character, that I think that I have read about in literature. She is invisible in the movie, because her story could not be told in those days. In the book, she is tragic! She,{those kinds of stories} I think, is the reason that the woman's movement was born. The vulnerability of women in a Christian society must be seen and anticipated and defended. She gave life and body to the effort of wifing and mothering. She lost mind and life and perhaps her soul to the effort. That is the ultimate tragedy and that is the goal of Carol King's Tapestry, to prevent.

Does Jesus care, when you are crying over spilled milk? Life that has passed and opportunities untaken? Does Jesus care when family starts to minimize your role and influence, when you had been their closest confidant at one time? Does Jesus care when you are seeing the vulnerability of your condition and aging? I know He cares. I know Jesus cares about those things. He paid it all to save us from these things and we must know that he is truly touched with the feelings of even these infirmities. They are not beyond His gaze.

He wants us to be proactive about life and health. He wants us to be proactive about covenant keeping and self care. He wants us to count the cost of wherever we are in the battle, physical and spiritual. Ultimately, He wants to teach us to care for ourselves and our families.

no more germs! the significance of wimbledon to me

To everything there is a season,isn’t there? Tis the season for vanquishing germs! They are everywhere! IS YOUR SERVICE LINE WIMBLEDON READY? In lew of spring cleaning, Wimbledon cleaning is a worthy goal for me, I think. Your carpets, the grass and your bathrooms the lines. Are they ready I say? The Queen is coming with her white gloves and are they ready for her. I say they aren’t. No excuses at all are tolerated. Your part of the spiritual warfare is that against streptococci and Pneumococci. They are yours to tolerate or eliminate. What will you/