Grandma's Little Honey

My mother calls my nephew, Ethan, her "little honey".  One time she asked if he was her little sweetie and he shook his head no and said, "I'm your little honey!"  As I talk to Mason I keep finding myself calling him my little honey.  Grandma's little honey.  Hopefully he'll be as proud and happy of being Grandma's little honey as Ethan is.

To share my joy today .... here is Grandma's little honey.

Laundry Day

I listened to the birds singing outside as I felt the almost tickle feeling of my tears sliding slowly down my cheeks.  The tickle was not a laughing kind of tickle, but rather a sensation attached to the release I felt as the tears brimmed over my eyes.  I felt like something wasn't right this morning, but I had not yet pinpointed what was causing this feeling.  It was too soon to put it in words to anyone other than God, lest it be misunderstood.

Sometimes I find that chatting about these struggles with God and acknowledging them to myself is all it takes to feel better as I continue to sort out the situation in my mind.

I liken it to having God help with the laundry as we sit here together.  Sorting.  Folding.  And putting it away.

I had one of those moments

Today I had one of those moments that feels like the world is opening up like a flower on a spring day.  Like the lid is being lifted off of the box and letting the light in.  As though color has been splashed across a pencil drawing with broad loose strokes.

I was in a conversation and a whole new concept suddenly became apparent.  Grasping a new concept is different than gleaning factual information, which can be interesting however sometimes somewhat boring.   Concepts feel enlightening.  As if a field of sunflowers are simultaneously turning their smiling faces toward the brilliance of the sun.

Sparkle On Girlfriend!

There are times... days, weeks, months, even years at a stretch when we just sparkle.  It emanates from our very core and radiates from our eyes and through our smile, actions and words.  Like breathing, it comes naturally, without a second thought.

Then there are times when we need to be close to others and let their sparkle shine through us.  Borrow their energy if you will.  Sometimes being energized by them without them even realizing it.  This is one of the joys of a close relationship and dear friends!  They give us the ability to plug into and share their happiness, lending the force - the oomph if you will, that we need to continue to shine.  This is the power of love.

Sparkle on girlfriend!

A Grand Sunrise

Harry and I attended the Easter Sunrise Service at the Grand Canyon last weekend.  We arrived before dawn (of course) and as the worship service unfolded the sun rose above the horizon painting a gorgeous picture rich in color.   The sky rapidly shifted from darkness to daylight as the enormous gorge below seemed unchanging and unmoving.    In his sermon, the Pastor challenged us to let the Son rise in our lives.  Perhaps the key to letting the Son rise in our lives is to be rich in color and readily changing on the surface, while the core remains grounded and rock solid.     

This bird didn't realize he was perfecting the moment

The beginning of a new day

This video is a must watch.

Captain Adorable

KT, my daughter-in-law, has been emailing me  pictures of my grandson almost daily.  It's such fun!  Pictures of him in the Captain Adorable outfit I bought for him, or on the blanket that Harry's sister made for him, or pictures of him sleeping, cooing or doing all those cute things babies do as they spend the first couple months of their life eating, sleeping, growing and discovering this world.  Enough words....I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story. 

Mason in his Capt. Adorable outfit

Learning to roar

Playtime on the cute blanket from Harry's sister

Mason and Oscar are great buddies

This is one of my favorites

As you can see, babysitting is a tough job!

What the Heck is Dang Rous?

Dang rous - The sign boldly flashed in bright lights as I was driving down a country road near Pensacola, Florida.  I had been reading so many signs that day for cities and businesses with unfamiliar names that all I could think was, "What the heck is a dang rous?  Was this a place named for or by french settlers from long ago?"  My puzzlement lasted only a brief moment as I realized that the sign actually said, "Dangerous" however the light bulb for the "E" was inoperable thus causing my confusion.  I drove on laughing aloud for several minutes at my mistake.

Apparently I'm so bold that I even laugh at danger.