Musings and Marvelings on my Jesus Journey

  I am musing about.... Sounds of Memorial Days, days of Memorial... Past and present. So, this evening, my husband and I decided, due to the approaching of Memorial Day tomorrow, to take a walk down "Memory Lane". Literally.  Those from my home town know what I am talking about. It is a limestone path that was created about a decade ago, that takes one from our little town on about a quarter of a mile trek to our lovely, local cemetery. As we strolled along, I wondered about possibly writing a blog post and silently prayed that the Lord would inspire me. As we approached the scenic, hillside area, the loveliness of the evening caught my attention. The sun was beginning to set, and the flower adorned white graves beckoned us to come, ponder, notice and reflect. But one of the first things I noticed was the sound. The sound of many flags whipping in the wind! If you recall, today was quite blustery . We had the wind to our back and it practically lifted us along the path on ou...

I am musing about.... Lilacs! Ahhh, who does not love the sweet, inviting, pleasing aroma of Spring's olfactory candy! When one walks by a blooming lilac bush...one can hardly help but stop, draw a deep breath and allow the lovely scent to bring a touch of joy to one's heart. The refreshing aroma permeates the air.  It shouts "Spring"!  It says..."happy"! Doesn't it? Doesn't certain lovely scents, often associated with Spring time, just elicit an emotion of happiness? And that is what the Bible says that we as Christians do for God. What? Yes.  2 Corinthians 2:15 states that "For we are unto God a sweet savor of Christ" So, as Christians, people should be able to "smell us" of sorts... Our presence should be noticeable to those around us in a way that reflects well for Christ, in a way that elicits a pleasing scent and sense and draws  others to us and ultimately to the source of our joy. How do we do that? May we daily ask God to...

  I am musing about.... The Pacemaker. My pacemaker. So I got one. Last Wednesday. Unexpectedly. At the age of 64! I started noticing that I was light headed with standing. Kept an eye on it. My Physician's Assistant son in law checked my B/P. It was great. Standing B/P-was great. Pulse...was low. Quite low. Mmmm.... Kept watching. Labs (thankfully normal). Eventual ER visit. EKG. Found out I had a 2nd degree heart block! (an electrical cardiac issue where-by the electrical impulse system is blocked for some reason, causing a problem with the stimulus for a beat not communicating correctly to the actual heart muscle which is responsible for the contraction) What? When? How? Within 48 hours of discovering this...I have a new friend. A pacemaker inserted for life. To assure that my heart does not get too low relative to this "electrical conduction" problem. "One of those things". Well, I am still processing all of this. Just seems weird. But I am thankful. Thankfu...

  The Gift of Mother,,, Wrapped up in Time. There are many things in this life that grow more precious with time. Many things that we take for granted in our younger years, shine more brightly in our hearts as the years pass by. Like a gem that is polished over time. It is not that we do not love and appreciate them in our youth. Not at all. A mother's presence, her reassuring touch, her encouraging words, her loving help, her tender care, her wonderful example, all serve to define and shape us. They are foundational with amazing ability to impact and form a young child's perspective on life and themselves. The gift of a God fearing mother can not be over emphasized. The gift of a praying mother can not be overestimated. The gift of a caring mother can not be over appreciated. The gift of a loving mother can not be over played. For many, their dear mothers have passed onto their Heavenly reward. May their precious memories be a source of consolation and gratefulness and may the...

  THE LITTLE BROWN TREE There is a tree,  A little brown tree, A little tree That I often see. You see this tree Is a dying tree. A sad and brown Little dying tree, And it has a message  For you and for me. For it is nestled  Between two larger trees, With big green branches That sway in the breeze. They are green and lovely Sights to behold, But theirs is a story I am about  To unfold... For those big trees Have roots galore, That soak up the rain Leaving none in store, For that little tree, Caught in between In need of resources Both seen and unseen, That tree needs water, nourishment and such, It needs it's Creator's miraculous touch. It needs the sun to do its thing, To provide a place for birds to sing, To grow and to flourish  To find real purpose,   But it's caught in it's  Neighbor's greedy shade, Crowding it's potential, Like a debt left unpaid. Those trees just keep growing, With no care at all, For the little brown tree That is oh ...