Thursday, July 21, 2016

dog days of summer

What to do in the heat:

- hang out laundry 

- have a seista with a cold drink

- a summer afternoon rain may happen... today it did!

- plan anything

- watch movies... recently saw the second My Big Fat Greek Wedding

- read .... on my bookstand: 

Thursday, July 14, 2016


- it is really hot this afternoon... and I don't live at the beach.

- college daughter loves to cook so plans some dinners and actually goes to the store
to get what we don't have. She loves this cooking blog: damndelicious

- here is another cooking blog I love: smittenkitchen

- I am reading.

- we talked about the heat neading siestas or reposa but this is my siesta and reposa

- what is Jamie Oliver cooking up? Look here.

here is super quick hummus for these hot days

Monday, July 11, 2016

7th, 8th, and 9th summer books done

You can tell where my mind has been. The first book I got free. The second book is a book discussion at The Rabbit Room. The third book is because of my parent's divorce. I always go to more healing as I get older. Leslie was brave to tell her story. 

Sunday, July 10, 2016

sabbath warmth

- daughter's roommate in NY who is from VA. is here visiting and they are now 
skyping or facetiming another roommate in Malaysia. OH such joy when you miss 
a friend. They are meeting her family too. Quite remarkable this technology... 
except it keeps getting stuck. 

- coffee with one son and hanging out...

- police son was thanked so much today for doing his job and he is not in the best 
part of town.... and one guy at a gas station teared up talking to him about Dallas.

- sermon on justice but didn't go far enough to how the world has changed but focused on the tragedies this past week

-  picked veggies from my neighbor's garden while they are gone on vacation...

Friday, July 8, 2016

friday poem

November 06, 2014

I just read this poem and it makes me think of the news I heard this morning from Dallas. One of my son's is a policeman. On July 4th , he had a "gang alert" while he was working. 

Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29

Ranier Marie Rilke


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Spurgeon and Samuel Rutherford

Reading this sermon preached  here on March 12, 1865. 

Spurgeon didn't use a microphone! Booming voice.

 Rutherford had a quaint saying that when he was cast into the cellars of affliction, he remembered that the great king always kept his wine there, and he began to seek at once for the wine bottles, and to drink of the “wines on the lees well refined.” They who dive in the sea of affliction bring up rare pearls. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

at the end of the day

Thinking about how my mom would have love texting. She was right on the cusp
of computers (12 years ago) and no cell phone. I can't imagine what kind of joy
she would have had with her kids with texts. Plus all the free long distance phone 
calls would have made her days. She loved to talk. She love to check up on her 
children. It has become so normal to text. I just had texts from my brothers in 
Scotland visiting relatives. This was sort of a trip for my #3 oldest brother who
has a rare blood disease. He is doing well with the chemo and he made it through
the trip well. I am getting use to texts more than emails. How about you?

I am wondering if hard work pays off today. I am wondering how prayer moves 
God. Have you waited and waited for God to rescue and provide? Have you felt 
like David in the Psalms as he pours out his heart for revenge? I am wondering
why there is so much suffering? I need instagram. No suffering there! ( I am 
very glad) Will write on my recent book reads tomorrow. I do believe in new mercies
every morning. May you be looking for them. Plural. Many mercies. 

need one of my son's to smile...

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
    his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
    How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
    He’s all I’ve got left.