A Rose Is Still A Rose

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Good morning Wonderers:

I mentioned to you last week I was crocheting flowers in an attempt to reconnect with painting. What I am actually doing is crocheting roses for the niece’s bridal flowers. I think I’m doing a good job with the crocheted stitches but I was really having difficulties rolling it into the shape of a rose. So I call my niece’s mother for guidance.

First let me say my sister-in-law is my sister and she has a heart of godly love for everyone. It’s just her nature. She took her time without criticizing what I created. She just help me understand how to roll the crocheted platform into a rose. When I looked at hers and I looked at mines, in my mind I was criticizing everything I had done.

I think she saw it in my face. We were on FaceTime and she took her time explaining little things that made a difference in our flowers. Like how she is more experienced, she crochets tightly, her flower is large and mines is small so she has more material to help shape the rose. Me having less materials makes it harder. I don’t know but I felt better about my rose by the time we got off the phone.

Is criticism better than praise? I think not. Even as an old girl, I would have been crushed had she criticized my flowers and I was able to fulfill my obligation. I wanted to do this for my niece so I’m glad her mother is who she is. A godly woman and mother equipped with the fruit of the spirit of God.

The fruits of the Spirit is live, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness. Galatians 5:22 NIV

Still, I texted the flower crew made up of my nieces and daughter to see if my roses were acceptable to go into the bouquets. They texted back: Approved!

So I’ll keep going. I can’t wait to see how they all turn out.

Thanks for perusing and have a great morning.

Sunday Poser # 114

I Would Dream in Color

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This post is in response to

PROMPT #262

RANDOM DREAMS

Wonderers:

I remember when I painted for the fun of it. Swishing and swirling colors to reflect my inner most, sensitive feelings of love and happiness. What do you do when you lose that feeling. When all your dreams fade to grey.

I look at the canvas but I can’t invoke the desire to lift the brushes to start anything. I want to use yellow. I need to smell blue. You probably don’t believe colors have smells and feelings. In my experience it’s true. It is all apart of my emotional state of well being and I miss it. So I think paint…but I need a little more time to get it all together.

So, what am I doing now you might ask? I’m answering the call of family. I have picked up the old crochet hook and started teaching myself to crochet flowers. Flowers for a bridal bouquet in hopes I will get good results. I hadn’t crocheted in years and you would never guess how much fun I am having with learning the stitches. The colors of the yarns are vibrant enough to bring joy to my evenings as I try a new flower. It hasn’t made me want to paint yet but it did encourage me to blog about it. Another thing I haven’t done in a while. I’m feeling like I am on my way back to being alive and in living color.

When I close my eyes tonight I think I will dream colors. At least I believe the colors will come to me with memories of love and happiness. Another time and space leading me back to painting. It won’t happen overnight but I’m excited just the same.

Thank you for perusing and I pray sweet sleep tonight for you.

Keep Your Hands Clean

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So many times in my life I have heard this statement. However often it always meant something different but it always was useful advice and true.

As a child it meant just to wash your hands with no explanation except you were told too.

As a teen it was a beauty ritual to carry on throughout the years. Momma would say men don’t like a girl with dirty unkept fingernails. And for my brother it was girls don’t like a man with dirty nails. Working was fine but if he cleaned his hands to spend time with you he would do his best for you in all situations.

As a woman and mother it meant health and safety for you and your family. It was imperative that you help not to spread germs and disease throughout your entire house. You had a super power and it was the best resort in all situations. Wash your hands before cooking, before and after cleaning, or when cleansing dirty butts and noses and everything in between what you did throughout the day. Wash your hands, wash your hands. Wash your hands!

In employment it meant to stay out of trouble, especially if you dealt in money. They would teach,”Keep your hands clean” which means don’t do nothing that could get you fired or worse, send you to jail.

In this time it means all of the above with an ultimate twist. Washing your hands means to show love to your common man. Love your brother like you love yourself. With the pandemic and with flu season right around the corner, hand washing is monumental. There is nothing more important in the realm of prevention that exceeds hand washing.

So Wonderers, please ………Keep Your Hands Clean!

Thanks for perusing and have a wonderful day.

Teachers All Around The World

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First, I want to say THANK YOU!!!!!

What an awesome job you are doing in this time. Only you know how complex this new school year will be and I am so grateful you are standing up to the challenge.

I pray all your needs will be met. Between computers crashing, having to work from home (especially if you have children home) or having to teach in a space where others are also teaching. I commend your bravery and commitment to the children.

I’ve seen such graciousness in your spirit.

YOU ARE THE HEROES OF THIS TIME.

Thank you for all you do.

A Fitting Ending

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Yesterday the boy graduated from high school. Congratulations to him! Congratulations to us for supporting his efforts throughout his school career let alone, his high school season. It was fitting that it ended on a Thursday. Just like it all started on a Thursday. Our time together, just him and me, in the midst of our family. Our one on one time—Thursday morning at the Waffle House for breakfast.

It started in elementary school. Me vying for my place in his world. He always wanted to be with his Pop. He only allowed me to grace his thoughts when he needed something or when I had to discipline him, which was often and never fun. He was relentless Pop used to say and laugh. It was trying for me I wanted to be the fun parent. The one you wanted to be with when you were having the time of your life. No I was the one who took care of his needs. So me and the boy started sneaking out for waffles on Thursday mornings. Just a little thing I did to let him know he was doing a good job at school. That he was getting his assignments turned in on time. Believe me that was a struggle all the way to the end. But most importantly, the outing was a time to get to know him and express my love for him and let him know how much he was loved by his family.

Years went by with me feeling like I was the enemy. Pushing him forward, pulling him gently through the dark days. Yelling screaming and crying sometimes when he didn’t think things were important. He always did his work but turning it in was a different issue. When Pop passed he lost his best friend. Not a void I could fill. All I had was Waffle House Thursday. Now I also included with the syrup, how proud Pop would be of the work he was doing.

Now here we are on Graduation Day. A COVID-19 social distancing ceremony which was phenomenal and nothing like anything I have ever seen. Picture this. It was at a drive-in movie. The individual graduates on the big screen for their 15 seconds of fame. Their big debut for the next chapter released into the universe. Their thought provoking speeches, their smiles as they crossed the screen as cars honked their horns in congratulations, their big day not forsaken.

Social Responsibility

I watched the boy walk across the stage in his “big man stroll”. Face masked in an effort to be socially responsible and I realized I was a part of that. We all did our part to bring him to this moment.

After the ceremony he was so proud of himself. Just him and me talking about the ceremony and him relaying how much he enjoyed his graduation. Then out of the blue he asked, “Mom, can you make me some waffles?”

So I say, it was fitting that it ended on a Thursday, the same day of the week it all began. It was fitting the day ended with him and me eating waffles even though the Waffle House is closed for quarantine. It was fitting that I was given the assurance that me fighting for my time with him made a difference in his life. It is fitting it ended just me and him in the midst of all our family dynamics.

Wonderers, please keep praying for him and all the graduates of the Class of 2020.

Thanks for perusing and have a wonderful day.

Masking Reactions

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Good evening Wonderers:

Yesterday I was out riding around on an essential nonessential trip. You know, post office; recycling center (because we don’t have city pickup where I live); and hey while I was out, a run for Chinese food. When I looked around the only masked person was me. It felt like I was in a foreign land. There were hardly no cars on the road. I could see signs posted that businesses were closed or only the drive thru was open. I was oblivious to my current situation until I thought to myself, “Don’t tell anybody you went out the house.”

That is when reality hit and jolted me back to my senses. It appears that even when you are living on the right side of right you are really on the wrong side of wrong. I was doing a good thing going to the post office but what about the person who has to deliver the mail or if I were to get sick. It is all of our responsibility to look after as many people as we can wherever we are and in the scheme of things it wasn’t worth it. And what kind of example was I making for the children. I’m constantly talking about obeying the rules when I was the one out breaking them. And too think I had spent most of the day watching MSNBC and listening to the heart wrenching testimonies of families effected by this pandemic. My heart goes out to them all. We all will bare witness to what is happening here and it was hard admitting to my child that I went to the post office. I tried to avoid the conversation but she knows me too well and became hysterical. It was not worth it.

So today I stayed in. For all of you who have essential jobs, thank you for all you do today. I am praying for you. For those who can stay home, be grateful and help where you can. Prayers go along way. Pray without ceasing that this too shall pass. Pray for God to heal our lands.

Whereabouts Unknown

Thank you for perusing and good night.

Cause and Effect

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Good morning Wonderers.

It has been awhile since you heard from me but there is a need for everyone to document what is happening in the world today. It does not matter if you are a writer, artist, songwriter or novice of some sort. There is no age requirement either. Just document what you see, hear, or think is important in your own way.

Social Distancing

Today I chose to express my thoughts in a quilt top. I will try to explain it to you in hopes you will get a better understanding of my thought process.

The top part represents healthy people in the world. The bright colors and patterns are to express all of our social activities.

The green spacing is our world – earth. Notice the spacing between each area. It represents the social distancing.

The next blocks of faded color represent even though social distances was enacted people still got sick. Maybe because the proper medical supplies were not here, 😷 or maybe because we could not stop socializing like we were asked to do.

The one block with the ink pen represents the President of the United States had the authority to order whatever was necessary to help stop the spread.

The grey area with the dots represents the many opportunities that was lost in our ability to slow down the viral curve. We all are responsible in some way.

The black and white flowers which are mostly upside down represents death. Thank you to the many people who sacrificed their lives in helping to stop the virus. In whatever capacity, may you always be remembered with gratitude. Rest In Peace.

The monkeys on the bars represent the few representatives of the people that delayed the response to the virus but also are trying to help in the recovery of the nation. It is a testament of how difficult it is to do the right thing sometimes.

How will you document what is happening in the world today?

Please do not judge my response to our current predicament. It is just me trying to make sense of it all. Whether I am right or wrong does not matter. The only thing that does matter is “In God we trust.”

As always thanks for perusing and have a wonderful day.

This Could Be ……

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Good morning.

This morning in a peaceful place on the patio of the Hilton my thoughts are on heaven.  Today starts the women’s conference Women Doing It His Way that I have been blessed to attend.  I’m excited to see and hear from the women that are coming to share the knowledge of God and expand our community of believers.  The expectancy increases for the start of the conference tonight but in this very moment I am content sitting here with Max resting in spirit and in truth that God is good and he provides our every need.  Listening to the birdsongs is a reminder if he takes care of the birds surely he will take care of us.

I pray you have a blessed day children of God.

“And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.””

‭‭John‬ ‭8:32‬ ‭NLT‬‬

http://bible.com/116/jhn.8.32.nlt

Praise Him Anyway

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Imagine how many times you have come back to your life and your life is not going well for you but you know how much you have been blessed with your family and your time.  Thank Jesus Christ for always blessing your day and your life.  You can do it for you are more than a conqueror.  You have Christ in you and that makes you a winner.  Keep praising Him!