I am starting a second blog to share with you my poetry, stories and longer spiritual experiences. Research shows that most people want to read something that is short. The post about the doors and change had lots of photos. I will try to keep this blog, Treasures in Plain Sight, short. My new blog is called Stand & Tip. When I get it up and running there will be a link to it under the Menu. I might send out invitations like I did on this blog. I would delight to read your comments.
I hope you are laughing and have fun with what I’ve written so far. Below is a photo of Bob learning to take selfies at the Koran Conservatory during the butterfly show.
Years ago while driving to New York with our family I heard this song on a then new recording from Twila Paris. It pierced me to my core. So simple, yet so piercing. It describes a yieldedness I try to maintain in my everyday life. I found this recording on YouTube with a video I love. The great blue heron is one of my favorite birds and she is featured! I hope the words will lead you, too, to a deeper commitment to His plan for you!
Seems with the unrelenting heat and humidity in Cincinnati this summer, we are all tired of summer. I came across this journal entry from April, 2018. Perhaps it will refresh your soul?
Each twig is crusted with snow this April morning
The junco never looked so lovely
Jumping from branch to branch he blends
With grays and whites of early spring
That looks more like winter
The white hyacinths in full head of flower
Are also topped with a snow cap
It is a wonder their stems can hold such a load
The more sensible daffodils
Just bow and then rise with the thaw
Birds changing branches cause snow loads to
Plop to the ground
The birds are often unseen
Discerned only by lumps of falling snow
As temperature rises there are more plops than visits
The people generally complain
About the hold winter seems to have upon us
But I find the snow preferable to
Long rainy days of cold and wind
Nothing else paints a landscape quite so lovely
Soon I will be transported
By airplane and car to the height of summer
Days in the 80s and 90s
Sun, sand, shells and warm breezes
This morning I say good bye to winter
With a nod to her majestic painting
I am excited to be going to the Convent of the Transfiguration for a long personal retreat. The green marble floor is in the sanctuary as you approach the high altar. The colorful window is in St. Mary’s sanctuary area. I look so forward to the quiet as I rest in Hilaritas and listen for the voice of my Lord. I might blog from there, but I will likely use the time to read, rest, listen and advance in the Kingdom.
We traveled to Florida once on my birthday and saw the same figure of Christ as they have at St. Mary’s in a larger version at a church there. I am constantly astounded by the ways the Lord blesses me.
We have had an Intercessory Prayer Group that meets at our church for over a year. This group has become closely knit and deeply involved in lifting each Pastor, Elder, Ministry team leader and Missionary on behalf of our church.
We opened this experience to Church members once a month and have had limited success. Here is a sampling showing three of the groups on a night where we had five. We are considering opening the experience to the Church members every week. Pray the congregation responds with vigor and interest.
It would not be summer without a trip to the Fair! Saw Bob’s friend, Amanda, who told us all the events her children have entered animals in for judging. I could not keep all the events and times straight! We passed on the funnel cakes since there were no grandkids with us to help eat it! The “red velvet” funnel cake actually looked like strawberry vomit on a plate.
This year we saw the piglet and wiener dog races. What a hoot! Here is the girl-child lining up the doggies in their gates. It was too fast to get a video. Every adult watching laughed out loud!
I live with Mr. Tidy, better known as Robert Dutina. He knows I call him that. We are not exactly alike in this matter, though he has trained me fairly well over the last 48 years. We had to get the tree taken down and most of Christmas decorating dismantled because of an upcoming scheduled hospital procedure.
Bob is having a pacemaker implanted on January 3. This is a result of his critical illness that began January 2018. One of the nodes in his heart (there are two that control heartbeat) was damaged during that awful illness. The pacemaker should correct his pulse. Sometimes his heartbeat falls to 38 (not good) whereas mine might run 100. Normal is 60-100 beats per minute.
The above photo is basically how the doctor showed the device to us. There will be two electrical leads that go into his heart.
They say he will only have an overnight stay while they make certain it is regulated correctly. Everyone tells him it is a simple procedure, which sounds good unless it is YOUR heart they are speaking about.
We are hoping this is the end to that awful critical illness even of January 2018. He is scheduled to come home on the same day he was admitted last year. YIKES!
He is looking forward to warmer hands and feet. Fewer headaches. And more energy. Less dizziness. More energy? How will I ever keep up with him then?