One of these lovely, cooling scenes is a masterpiece:
(Click on each photo for the best advantage.)
(Click on each photo for the best advantage.)
I’m pretty sure this really happened. Hmm. At least it’s fun reading, eh?
This is the table arrangement for a wedding I helped cater not so very long ago.
The task, here, was to seat 30 for the rehearsal dinner, in a rather smaller dining area, while the bride’s helpers prepared the larger dining area for the reception the following day.
I was totally pleased with how it turned out. The wedding colors were brown and yellow and I love how the walls cooperated with this plan. The centerpieces are simple tissue paper flowers, homemade, but exuberant and joyful. The entire theme of the wedding was whimsical and fun, so these fit in with all the rest of the laughter.
In fact, the entire setting seemed to fit the pattern for this wedding: relaxed, inexpensive, whimsical, inviting, joyful, and at the same time, calm. The symmetry I think helped to anchor all that explosion of yellow.
We began with little idea of how it would work, although we had measured the room, and figured the dynamics several times.
I think it worked.
Recently our church studied the Book of Acts.
We saw early Christians respond with courage to severe persecution.
We saw miracles were normal for the early church.
We might say such strong faith is something we long to see in our church.
But do we really?
We sing, “Revive us again,” and “Mercy drops round us are falling, but for the showers we plead.”
But do we really desire and plead for the presence and power of God to revive us?
I wonder if we are content with the “mercy drops”.
Maybe really we are satisfied to have the Lord simply break through, every now and then, to do a mighty thing or two among us, but we really aren’t serious when it comes to wanting to see the full power and presence of His Holy Spirit.
Now some say we are living in a different dispensation and that the age of miracles is over — that was for a specific time and place to authenticate the message of the apostles, but we no longer need that today.
The church doesn’t need the power and presence of Holy Spirit today?
Miracles are happening in mission fields where people have never heard of Jesus, why not here?
Is not “Jesus Christ […] the same yesterday and today and forever” as it states in Hebrews 13:8?
I’m afraid we have become comfortable and accustomed to the absence of God’s Presence in our meetings.
In reality, maybe the Presence of God scares us, just as it scared the Israelites at Mt. Sinai, and as a result, we don’t experience the miracles of God.
And our faith is dying.
When God sends forth the Holy Spirit, amazing things happen:
Barriers are broken.
Communities are transformed.
Unity is established.
Diseases are healed.
Addictions are broken.
Marriages are reconciled.
Hope is established.
People are blessed.
That’s what the preacher said.
And we know there is more he didn’t say.
Let’s go for it.
Do you ever have stale days at home?
I don’t mean the air in the house is stale, although it may be, and that may even be part of the trouble. No, I mean one of those days when you cannot put your finger on it, but something just seems off. Missing. Sinking.
It can be a job hazard for the home-based woman, because it can quickly lead to a small bout of self-pity, which could turn into a medium-sized bout of disappointment, which might even develop into a big case of the blahs. Mullygrubs. Discouragement. Fear. Anger.
Don’t ask me how I know.
But DO ask me what I’ve learned about how to fix it!
I have learned how to fix it.
I learned from watching the animals, from watching other people, and from “watching” (keeping my eyes fixed on) Jesus. (Hebrews 12:1-3)
Okay, there you are. No more excuses. Kick the stale out of your day!
And share with us, PLEASE, what are your tricks for freshening your day? And THANKS!
Dreaming, except for nightmares, can be great fun. I can get into some real fixes and then get out just by waking up! After that, I try to figure what I must have eaten before bed, to cause such craziness in the head.
“House” dreams are supposed to be about ourselves. So when I dreamed about a huge house with a flooded basement, I’m not sure I had such a great supper that night.
I much prefer the one where the staircase leads upward, to hundreds of elegantly appointed bedrooms.
I also have the other type of dreams, when wide-awake, planning wonderful projects I will do next year. These dreams are haunting and therefore remind me of nightmares.
I am supposed to act on them, to perfect everything I need before I can get started. Losing weight, writing a book, finishing the afghan, unpacking the last box from moving several years ago, all fit that category. I should be making these dreams come true, but something keeps waking me up from real life, and it is not clear WHAT.
Once upon a time, I had weeding and weighing in good shape. Same for ironing. Really.
Was I simply setting a good example so my children would grow up with good habits? That’s a good modus. However, now that no one is watching me . . .
Well, the Lord is watching, right?
Once I was motivated by love for others, my little others who surrounded my skirts with neediness. I now must find motivation only in doing what is right.
I have choices. I don’t like who I see living inside this rules-bound exterior.
The last child is gone. Can I afford to do my own thing? Am I really my own puppy? Do I need to rethink?
I have slept.
It’s time to wake up.