A Little Kindness

We have been inundated with the Coronavirus and have been limited to where we can go. One place we can still go is to the grocery store. At first it was a mad dash to stockpile disinfectants such as wipes, hand sanitizers and Clorox sprays. Oh let’s not forget toilet paper. The shelves were emptied along with every type of meat.

Finally the mad rush has ended per se. I was able to purchase toilet paper and didn’t have to fight for it. Meat and vegetables have returned. Some shelves are still not fully stocked but that seems to be okay. The shelf that stays empty is hand sanitizer shelves. As long as you have soap and water at home, you are good and gloves will be your defense when you’re out and about.

I can’t dispense medication to cure people of the virus but the Lord showed me what I can do considering the only place to go is the grocery store. Whenever I go to the store and have to stay at least six feet away from others I can speak to people or just smile at them. Also if they want to talk take time to listen. We can’t begin to imagine how that just might be a calming gesture. A little kindness can go a long way.

I know some days the situation we are in seems hopeless but take heart God is still in control. There is probably more going on than any of us know that could be more detrimental to us than the COVID-19. Be encouraged.

Looking Back Into My Future

Today is my birthday and the first thought that crossed my mind was to give my Good Good Father my appreciation for the life He has given me.

Looking Back Into My Future

Good morning Father

This is the day that you have made

I will rejoice and be glad in it

This is the day July 19 you planned

For my entrance into the earth

At 2:18 am you hit the start button

For me to begin on the journey

Of my purpose and destiny

Sometimes it hasn’t been easy

But you’ve been here for me

To get me back to your path for me

You knew there would be stubborn times

That I would be disobedient

And do my own thing

You’d let me with a watchful eye

You were there to pick me up

Dust me off and love on me

When my stubborn actions

Got me in trouble

To let me know you’ve still got me covered

You’ve been and still are a Good, Good Father

You are true to your word

You never leave me nor forsake me

You take such good care of me

You said I am bound to be blessed

You heap blessings upon me daily

You shower me with gifts and surprises

That turns me into Daddy’s giggly, giddy little girl

I thank and praise you for letting me

End one year and start another with great

Expectations of what you want me to do for you

I do and always will love you

Need you and trust you with

Every beat of my heart

I honor and love you for being my Good Father

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way.  Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails  so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.

I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.

I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.

My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.

I want to be more than just me. This is me!

Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?

A Hidden Gem

Today I finally found a hidden gem. That gem is a farmer’s market not too far from where I live. I must admit I passed it four months ago but I forgot all about it until I passed it today.

I headed back after going home to change my clothes . I was amazed at how many people were there selling their products-it was a variety. There were also plenty of people shopping. 

There was a rancher that sells grass fed beef and one that sells pasture raised chicken. That’s my kind of meat. The vegetables and fruit were grown on nearby farms. The strawberries were singing a song with their aroma penetrating the atmosphere everywhere I walked. I don’t remember the last time I smelled strawberries like that.

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I was so excited I was at an outdoor market with fresh picked fruit and vegetables that I couldn’t stop myself from buying, buying, buying. I can’t wait to cook the green beans and sweet potatoes I bought. That right there is a meal in itself-I don’t need any meat.

I’m thankful that after searching with no success I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for. I will indeed be partaking in that adventure again. So I will be taking that route home from Sunday service from now on. I’ll put some comfy shoes in the car to change into.

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Shopping a farmer’s market is the way to go if there is one (or more) near where you live.