Saturday, February 28, 2015

liz's shower


I worked all week decorating the house.
It felt like Christmas all over again.


It was rainy, and dreary, and cold outside,
but not inside.
We had a great time 
of very warm fellowship.


Pink and gray are the colors of
Charlotte's nursery.
I had pink tulle everywhere.




So many gifts were brought
for the sweet, little girl just waiting to be born.


Cake?
Of course there was cake.
It was really good too!


Lucy put bunny ears on Lindsey 
and Lindsey didn't even know.
So funny!


Liz opening her gifts
while beautiful Rhonda looks on.....
and the rest of us too.


And lastly, the lovely, glowing mom to be!

A wonderful time was had by all.







Thursday, February 26, 2015

love is.....



.....flowers.

Twenty-four pale pink roses,
birthday roses,
all for me!

I think I will share them with
the shower guests on
Saturday.

I have always loved fresh flowers.
Only God can make a flower...
From seedling to
dead and gone,
they are a miracle to behold.

Man cannot make a flower.
He cannot make a rose unfold or give off a scent.
Only God can do that.
And think of all the many varieties
He made.....
Various colors, sizes, scents.
Flowers are truly an amazing work of our Creator.

Last evening I had another birthday dinner
and a free dessert that
Bubba and I 
shared.

I don't want the month of February 
to come to an end.
When I see it again,
I will be almost sixty-eight.

"Another blink of an eye
67 is gone,
the sun is getting high.
We're moving on."

100 Years
fff

(I am a little tired of cold weather though)


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

how many fish did you catch?


Bubba has gone and bought two fishing poles....
one for him and one for me.
Vacation cannot come soon enough.

As for me,
in the here and now,
I am supremely in my element,
decorating my house for a baby shower.

Fishing and decorating...
two
 of my favorite things.


Once upon a time,
there was a little girl named Cathy.
She liked to play with dolls
and go fishing with
the men folks.


Monday, February 23, 2015

I am a victim of......


That's me...
except I never wear big, clunky necklaces.
This picture jumped out at me 
as I was (over) thinking 
about what to write this evening.

For some reason,
and believe me it is not a good thing,
my thoughts do time and a half.
They don't even want to go to sleep at night.
Most of the time,
I am not thinking about 
what I should be thinking about.

The Bible tells us how to think....
"Finally, brethren,
Whatever things are true,
whatever things are noble,
whatever things are just,
whatever things are pure,
whatever things are lovely,
whatever things are of good report,
if there is any virtue
and if there is anything praiseworthy,
meditate 
(or think) on these things."
Philippians 3:8

One of my goals is and has been,
since the great suffering and trial of last year,
 to 
"Bring every thought into captivity
 to the obedience of Christ."
2 Corinthians 10:5b

It is not easy to change a lifetime habit...
First born ~ only child for seven years ~ responsible for everything.

I pray for God's strength every day
to help me get my thoughts
 corralled,
settled,
 quieted, 
at rest,
thinking pleasingly to Him.

I found this picture of myself  in this latest batch
of old pics.
Obviously, I was a young teen.
What in the world happened to my hair?
Maybe this was when I started 
"overthinking" things.




Probably in a pony tail.
And, those bangs just keep getting worse!
What am I wearing?
Looks like a boy's plaid shirt.
Kinda cute,
 but strange for me.



Saturday, February 21, 2015

love is....

\

....old pictures!

That's me,
sitting on my grandparent's beautiful, shiny
Chevrolet.
Maybe a 1950 model?
They lived at 1719 Habersham Street.
There was a dry cleaners across the street.

Grandmother & Papa lived upstairs.
My Great Grandmother lived downstairs.
I loved to slide down the
mahogany banister.

There was a swing on the porch upstairs.
I spent a lot of time there
watching the cars
go by.
I could name every make and model.

My mom kept me in pretty dresses 
with bows in my hair,
The bangs are cut badly though.
Funny.

A heritage in family pictures.
To sit and look at them
 brings back so many precious memories.
Thank you Trish and Jackie 
for saving these for me.

I spent my childhood in the fifties.
It was pretty much idyllic...
had a playhouse,
a bike,
a cat, 
and a friend named Loucinda
right down the street.
What in the world more would I have needed?




Wednesday, February 18, 2015

love is.....


....memories.

This is the way life is.....
people come into our lives,
we grow to love them very much,
then,
for one reason or another,
they leave.

Sometimes death takes them from us...
other times circumstances
cause those we love
not to be around
anymore.

God gave our humanness a very special gift....
that of memory,
remembering the people we love
in all the good times we shared together.

Very often I will dream of I those love,
which brings a kind of regret when you awake
and focus on the truth.
But in reality,
the dream brings them closer
in mind and spirit

Above are some letters from my Mom. and Dad.
I like to get them out occasionally
and read to remember.
I would recognize their handwriting anywhere.
Words help me to remember those I love.

Pictures...
this blog is filled with them.
I also have books full of pictures going way back to
my great-grandparents.
Such joy to see faces and smiles.

Memories are precious reminders
of yesterdays 
spent in the best of times. 




Tuesday, February 17, 2015

love is.....


...the beach.

That place where the ocean meets the land.
the waves crash 
onto the shore,
the shells 
are ground into sand.

That place where the sun warms the sand,
where it feels so good to go barefoot.
Where sun warms your body
and turns it pink.

That place that always smells like summer.
That place where you can look for miles and miles
and see no end.

Salty water,
that buoys you up, 
 floats you along with the current
 playfully sends spray in your face,
knocks you flat on your back,
comes and goes at will.

I could walk beside it forever,
listening,
feeling,
letting it fill my senses with joy,
losing myself in its 
immensity.

Thinking of the One who made it and said....
"This far shall your proud waves come and no farther."
Knowing that God holds the force of it back
by His own sovereign will.

I could live forever in a beach house
with a door that opens 
out into the dunes,
a few steps 
I'm down on the beach.
Sea breezes blowing the curtains in the windows,
watching the storms
from the great big front porch.
This is my dream.

No where else I'd rather be than at the beach.