No able-bodied human or animal would live in my house without contributing in some way to our household
I was losing patience with ours; every time I opened the fridge that little rodent would squeak like crazy, begging for another vegetable.
Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
than anywhere else on earth.
by Dorothy Frances Gurney
I love gardening; it is a soothing, balm for my spirit. I can sense the Spirit of God permeating nature. In fact gardening is a prayer when we are quiet and listening. Perhaps most people also sense His life-giving presence; that’s why so many love the outdoors, even if they are not especially spiritual. As for us we are blessed to live on seven acres by a creek. Much of it still wild but I am slowly reclaiming more and more area, creating meandering gardens.
The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.
Sometimes it occurs to me that I am fulfilling the edict from God to Adam and Eve to take care of the beautiful garden He had created on earth.
“A tree gives glory to God by being a tree.
For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him.
It “consents,” so to speak, to His creative love.
It is expressing an idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God,
and therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree.” Thomas Merton
Little flower, but if I could understand what you are, root and all is all, I should know what God and man is.
Some of my floral delights
The best place to seek God is in a garden.
You can dig for him there.
George Bernard Shaw
I have pruned back 20 feet of sumac and buckthorn that had become invasive near our lane, across from the house . After clearing away al the brush and cutting down the stumps I filled pails with soft white pine needles and spread them around as a free ground cover . Next I hauled rocks from around our property and built low stone walls. After I moved in some planters. I created.a garden delight. opposite the house, beside our long driveway.
Those who labour in the earth are the chosen people of God.
I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God, it would be in a garden at the cool of the day.
F. Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace
God almighty first planted a garden.
And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
Working in the garden gives me something
beyond the enjoyment of the senses.
It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.
Almost any garden,
if you see it at just the right moment,
can be confused with paradise.
7 Quick Spiritual Gardening Takes 1 Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.
As Christians, our lives revolve around God and not the other way around.
UPcycling;,NOT REcycling sheets into gorgeous crocheted rugs. Crocheting rag rugs is so much fun to do because it is fast and satisying.
I crocheted each rag rug in a few hours, from one single cream coloured sheet and half a queen sized blue duvet. No pattern needed; just make a magic circle, squeeze in 8 to 11 half double crochets into the loop and start crocheting around. I varied the rows with half double crochets and double crochet stitches using a size Q hook…fun, fast, frugal!
I ripped the sheets length wise into strips about 1 1/2 ” , leaving an inch or so at the end, then snipping 1 1/2 inches over to start the next strip. No need to tie ends together; the strips were continuous.
I got my inspiration from http://www.kingsoleil.com/Upcycled_Crochet_Rug.htmlMore UPcycling Rugs UPcycling;,NOT REcycling sheets into gorgeous crocheted rugs. Crocheting rag rugs is so much fun to do because it is fast and satisying.
Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties. – Erich Fromm
Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. – Coco Chanel
Creativity exists in the present moment. You can’t find it anywhere else. – Natalie Goldberg
The Power of His Words: To shine light and reveal the truth
To diffuse evil and derail violence
To rile up those who dwell in the shadows.
I am articulate. Words flow with ease, especially when I am upset. However, it would be presumptuous of me to…
Is not a mental exercise, a game.
Opens our core, our heart to the Almighty,
The Creator of the universe.
Such prayer is necessarily humble because
He is God and we are not.
No room for pride;
He knows us better than we know ourselves.
Stark prayer is rooted in this reality.
All we can do is place ourselves in His Presence, in the Light,
Letting go of all demands and…
Just a glance up the sky above me
can fill me with awe.
Only if I can manage
to take my eyes off my tiny problems
to allow beauty to inflame my heart with wonder
Nine children helped set me free from the prison of perfectionism, especially about housework. Something I considered an essential element of a well run household was sacrificed with each additional child. Life was reduced to the basics. A new perspective on housecleaning set me free from guilt as I realized that: If I cleaned my house everydayfor two weeks at the end of that time…
When I was a young Christian, I thought that humility and sanctity meant ascetic fasting and heroic acts of faith just like all the great saints.
I discovered later that these sorts of practices often focus more on self than on God.
This attitude is actually a subtle sort of self-delusion that is difficult to discern.
Self generated, pious actions actually drive me further from God
“We can love completely—even without complete understanding…”
One of my daughters
Pieces flying everywhere
Freezing all attempts to love
We were all in agony
Our fierce love was as ineffective as a noodle arrow
which could not pierce through to her heart.
We do not fully grasp what is best for our husbands, children or parents Often our…
Become like a child again... Carl Heinrich Bloch1834 – 1890
No more striving.
No more work.
The words reverberate in my mind
Over and over,
Like a mantra.
A Divine mantra.
A Holy reminder to let God work in my core self,
Unhindered by my meddling.
This work of transforming
Is a Holy work
Morgan Weistling Walking with God
I just get in the way
When I attempt to…
When you live with five older sisters you might as well have six mothers.
The school bus was not scheduled to pull up for another twenty minutes. Six-year old Rebecca, my youngest child, needed both hands to yank the old, heavy kitchen door open, desperately attempting a quick escape for some free time before school. As the door squeaked open, I looked up in surprise.
Before I could…