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Come hang out and rock and read with me here...

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Hard Pressed!

When the fabric of your life gets full of wrinkles? Sometimes, you gotta iron things out yourself. And, sometimes? You gotta let God smooth things out in His time. I thought this whilst I was pressing my parlor curtains because they needed washed along with the sheers after years of hanging. And they came out extremely wrinkled. Got me thinking those thoughts I first wrote. I'm a fixer. But lots of things can't be fixed by me. Knowing that can either can put some starch in my pants to help me stand up tall or get me steamed. I choose to have starch in my pants and a stiff upper lip than to get steamed over things I can't fix. My curtains look sharp now as you can see in comments. My housekeepers bible paraphrase: Ironing sharpens wrinkly curtains. Haha. I better stop or it'll be curtains for me with my readers. It really is "Iron sharpens iron". Means we need each other. To iron things out. Our human wrinkles. We sharpen each other. And, we need God. For all our wrinkles. Because sometimes we can get hard pressed. Song for this? ZZ Top's SHARP DRESSED MAN! SIGNED, Ironically, She Irons Sharply

Monday, August 29, 2016

Storms & Seasons!

Every year, for the last 4 years, when my daughter starts college, there's a storm brewing off the coast. And Fall brewing inside me. Certainly not outside in Florida. But, the change of seasons I thought I'd left behind, followed me when we moved. The seasons move inside me now. Just like we go through moving seasons in life. Sometimes, it brews in us until it storms. Sometimes, the change of seasons in our life coasts in. But, with the storm, comes the shelter of mercy, the umbrella of protection and the boatload of faith to ride it out. This photograph taken her 1st year depicts my thoughts. This short poem I wrote also captures my heart. "I find shelter in the umbrella over my head and the shoulder of someone most dear. One to catch the rain. And, one to catch the tear. Of joy. Signed, The Delight In The Write