A writer's blog of short stories, hopefully through them you will become aware of the gentle inner voice of God speaking through a rose or the simple activities of every day, such as playing with your grandchildren. His voice is everywhere. We just need to slow down and listen. When we do, He will heal our deepest hurts and set us on His path to becoming the person He created us to be.
Grandma's Quilt of Prayer (Day 2 from Cleansing Thoughts)
The woods seemed to be bright with every shade of gold, orange, yellow, and rust from the maple trees, but there was one in particular that stood out from all the others because it had every shade within its branches. The leaves near the top were a bright red which seemed to blend into rust, while others on the same side facing the sun were a vivid orange to soft gold, yet there were still shades of yellow and green that spotted the tree, which brought out its uniqueness. As I was studying it, I began to think or our oldest son. From the time he was a little boy, he never ceased to amaze me. Maybe it was because I did not get to spend much time with him. He lived with his mother and only came to visit a few weeks during the summer, but just before his eighteenth birthday, he came to live with us. Like his father, he was quite, but there always seemed to be brewing just under the surface that undoubtedly would add a little spice to our lives. I remember one day shortly after he came to live with us, things were not going well. He resented being there, and taking discipline from me was hard on both of us. While I was praying for him and asking the Lord to show me what to do, this scripture kept repeating in my mind: "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it" (Proverbs 22:6, NKJV). But when I looked at him, I did not see a child: I saw a young man, and then the Lord gently reminded me that to Him, he was a child. Somehow, I had to find a way to see him as the Lord saw him and not as this rebellious young man wreaking havoc in our lives. I began to pray for the wisdom, love, and the discipline I needed in my own life to be able to nurture his spiritual and emotional growth. I needed to understand his unique personality, talents, and ambitions before I could help him turn from the current path of destruction he was on to one that would follow God's will for his life. He has presented as many challenges along the way as this tree's leaves are in color, but the rewards far outnumber them as I have learned to look at him through God's eyes.
In every fall landscape, there is always the stately evergreen that seems to rise far above the quiltlike effect of color created by the various leaves, never changing and ever-present, standing tall and unyielding against the test of time. The evergreen remains the same through each season as a constant reminder that life goes on no matter how hard times seem to get, I thought of my husband and how, over all the years we been together, he has remained the same. Habits, likes, and dislikes--his nature faces every circumstance with the same unyielding strength as the evergreen. I have seen this man face difficulties that would bring most to their knees, never showing signs of weakness, always remaining steadfast and determined. Just as the evergreen provides a safe haven for the animals through the seasons, he has been an excellent provider and shelter for his family through the storms of life. It has been my constant prayer that God would grant him "according to the riches of His glory, [that he would] be strengthened with might through faith; [that he would] be, rooted and grounded in love, [and] may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width, and length, and depth and height--to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that [he] may be filled with the fullness of God" (Ephesians 3:16-19, NKJV).
To illustrate what I am saying let’s look again at the purple loosestrife. It is an invasive wetland perennial plant from Europe and Asia, arriving in North America as early as The 1800s by settlers for their gardens, because of its beautiful purple flower, which can produce thousands of seeds per plant. Later it was highly prized by beekeepers for the flavor produced in honey. Over the years it has spread throughout the United States and Canada causing a serious problem for our wetlands, because of its large dense growth areas it not only chokes out all other wetland plants, it also makes it impossible for many animal species which feed, nest or take cover in wetland plants to enter these dense growth areas. Now to make my point; the use of this plant started out to be innocent, first of all, it was appealing to the eye, being a perennial it would spread on its own. However, many years must have passed before the invasiveness of the plant was even notices let alone became a serious
I like to collect teacups, so when I get the chance I browse through china shops or antique stores to look for them, there is one shop, in particular, I really enjoy browsing through. One afternoon while I was there I saw a Tea-for One set that I just couldn't go home without. It had a pink rose that joined the teapot perfectly to the cup and the handles looked like a fish and it had gold edging. I asked the sales clerk if I could see it, stating how beautiful I thought it was, and then the most amazing thing happened . . . the teacup spoke! I haven't always been a teacup, there was a time all I was was a lump of red clay. My Master took me and rolled me and rolled me, then patted me all over and over again. I didn't like it, and I yelled out at him to leave me alone, but he only smiled and said, "Not Yet." Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, and suddenly I was spinning around and around and around. "Stop!" I cried, "I'm g
IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR when the house is filled with the smell of freshly baked cookies, and in the air is a feeling of excitement as everyone runs around the house gathering up their hidden treasures. One by one they enter the wrapping room filled with boxes, paper, and bows, oh yes we mustn't forget the most sought after items of all, a box filled with everything needed to disguise the item within. As the evening comes to an end, with each one giving a big yawn we head upstairs for a long winter's nap. The chatter of voices from just an hour ago is now silent, so I slipped out of bed to check on the boys. As I pushed open each door I smiled in spite of myself seeing them snug in their beds; undoubtedly with visions of their presents filling their heads. As I gently closed their door I whispered, "Sweet dreams my little ones it won't be long now." Then I slipped down the stairs. In the quiet of the night, I cleaned up all the wrapping mess while ch