Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me mom
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I came upon this field of wildflowers dancing in the wind yesterday afternoon. Sunshine plus a breeze plus a bouquet like this from nature equals a spring cleaning for my soul. No room left for any shadows. The photo doesn't do it justice, so close your eyes, take my hand and step into the field.…
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For the first time in years, I actually saw my mother on Mother's Day instead of telling her how much I love and appreciate her via a card and a phone call. It meant missing church and spending hours on the road Sunday morning, but Daniel (middle son) awoke early enough to send me off…
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The older I get, the less I worry. That doesn't mean I don't worry. Just that I'm beginning to realize worry doesn't help anything. Prayer does, so the older I get, the more I pray…. that God will show me what I can do to help the situation, and if there's nothing I can…
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"Jesus Christ is risen today…" That song has been playing in my head all day. It started playing as soon as I opened my eyes this morning and then it was the first and last hymn we sang at Mass. It's still running through my mind, lifting my spirit, spilling sunshine into my heart. It's…
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It might seem unusual to wander through a cemetery on your birthday, but that's what I did yesterday. There's a small one dating from the 1850's down the highway toward Marble Falls. When I heard it was blanketed with bluebonnets, I couldn't wait to visit it. There's just something about wildflowers growing beside a headstone that…
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Butterflies flitted around me on my walk this morning, hopping from flower to flower too fast for me to capture in my camera. (The one above is from last week!) I imagined they were celebrating the beautiful morning… dancing a springtime jig of joy. It was contagious – I felt joy rising inside of me…