The Chaotic Pantry

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                everyday is a journey.

Chance cannot touch me! 
Time cannot hush me!
Hope, and longing,
 at strife;
Sink as I rise, on, on,
 upward forever,
Gathering strength, 
gaining breath--
Naught can sever
Me from the Spirit of Life. --Margaret Fuller.
My beautifully organized pantry of old has turned into a chaotic mess! I would take a picture, but I'm way too embarrassed. Every time I walk inside, I imagine all of it tumbling down on top of me. I hate a mess! I detest clutter of any kind! To me, it just represent the mess in my life. 

Do I feel as if my life is a mess right now? Yes! I need order and stability. Right now, I have neither. There is this longing inside of me, a deep yearning and it cannot be materialized. Hence, the insecurity, the instability, the unease. Ugh, life is so hard!

I've been slowly cleaning up the shelves in tha…

Just Share It: Anne Graham Lotz

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey.

If my shut eyes should dare their lids to part,
  I know how they must quail beneath the blaze
  Of Thy Love's greatness. No; I dare not raise
  One prayer, to look aloft, lest it should gaze
  On such forgiveness as would break my heart.

As many of you know, Anne Graham Lotz is going through chemotherapy as we speak. Her cancer happens to be breast cancer, one that has affected so many women. Today, she posted on her devotional this message about death. I wanted to share with you her story as it continues to unfold. She is an encouragement to us all, as is any cancer journey. All of us survivors are a testimony to our living God and His goodness. 

No Fear of DeathBy: Anne Graham Lotz Since the children have flesh and blood, he (Jesus) too shared in their humanity so that by his de…

This Is Life

Everyday is a brand new day,                                                                         everyday is a journey.

I can hear these violets chorus     To the sky's benediction above;   And we all are together lying     On the bosom of Infinite Love.  Oh, the peace at the heart of Nature!     Oh, the light that is not of day!   Why seek it afar forever,     When it cannot be lifted away? W. C. GANNETT.
We officially slept in today, waking well after 9:30 a.m.Yes, believe it alright. We came home late last night, tired and worn out from an exhausting day at work. Both of us have been struggling lately with our work situations and we were mentally drained. We stayed up well into the night sharing with each other our sorrows. Sometimes, we all need a good cry, don't we? Sometimes, we all need a shoulder to lean on.

I wish I could tell you everything has been resolved, but unfortunately this isn't a …

Uncommon Friendships

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

  I cannot feel
  That all is well, when darkening clouds conceal
      The shining sun;
      But then, I know
  He lives and loves; and say, since it is so,
      Thy will be done.

Uncommon friendships, there are the rare ones where love and respect truly resides..

1.Uncommon friends can speak their minds without fear.
Do you have a friend like that? I've had many girlfriends where I thought we could actually speak like that to one another without offense. Well, let me tell you, be careful when doing so. I have found that the generational rules have changed when it come to friendships. To me, a friend was a friend forever. It isn't so any longer. People are placed in compartments of different type of relationships. 

2. Uncommon friends can share their hearts without shame.
Absolutely! Folks, I have finally been blessed with some grown women friends. By that I…

A Crocheting Life

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                             everyday is a journey.

 It is not that I feel less weak,
 but Thou
  Wilt be my strength; 
it is not that I see
  Less sin;
 but more of pardoning love with Thee,
    And all-sufficient grace. 
Enough! And now
  All fluttering thought is stilled;
 I only rest,
  And feel that Thou art near, 
and know that I am blest.

I think it's very obvious how much I love to crochet. It wasn't always the case. In fact, even though I learned how to crochet as a child, I didn't pick it up again until the age of 42 years old. I have written about that time of my life on numerous occasions so I won't bore my regular readers. 

When I reflect on these past 11 or so years, I find it sad, because I could have spent my youth crocheting as well. Why didn't I use it then? I could have clothed so many more people…

The Underdog

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey. 

In the bitter waves of woe,
    Beaten and tossed about
  By the sullen winds that blow
    From the desolate shores of doubt,
  Where the anchors that faith has cast
    Are dragging in the gale,
  I am quietly holding fast
    To the things that cannot fail.

I've  always sided with the underdog and in the Bible, there are many of them. I've always been able to relate to the people in the Bible, especially the ones that no one else understood nor wanted around. Take the woman at the well. How many of us have actually been that woman at one time or another? The same can be said of others in the Bible. We all have been there.

Take the Mary/Martha story. Honestly, it has been difficult for me to understand this Bible story. My son Joey, the Pastor, would remark: " Mom, if …

Just Share It: John Piper

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow. Ever the wings of the summer
Are folded under the mold;
Life that has known no dying,
Is Love's, to have and to hold,
Till, sudden, the burgeoning Easter!
The song! the green and the gold! --Margaret E. Sangster
I have always loved a good old fashioned storm, especially if I was on the inside. To me, storms are a great representation of God's Power. Just sit down and watch one in action and you will be amazed at the strength and beauty of God's handiwork! The next time you witness a storm, sit back and take a moment to admire the beauty of it.