To all you of SINGLES out there!
You don’t have to feel alone!
This one’s for you!
Valentine’s Day is coming! 🥰❤️
Here’s our story:
How’d you guys meet? On the front porch, under a starry night
First Date: A long conversation in an old porch swing
How long have you been together: 35 years
Married: He still calls me His Bride • He’s off building our dream home. He’s coming back to get me very soon! No one knows the day or the hour though, only His Dad.
Kids: Yes, many spiritual sons & daughters
Age difference: It’s an eternity
Who was interested first: Him
Who is taller: Definitely Him
Who said I love you first: Him again!
Favorite tv show to watch together: We prefer reading together (the Bible).
Most impatient: me
Most sensitive: Him - He’s full of compassion
Loudest: Him! He preaches without a mic and even His whisper can be heard.
Most stubborn: me
Cooks better: Well He knocked it out of the park with the loaves & fish that time. 🐠
Better morning person: Him
Better driver: Him! Jesus take the wheel!
Most competitive: Me. He’s already won every battle He’s ever fought.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Hello...!!!! Chick Fil A, of course. Isn’t that God’s chicken!?!?! Like... that’s His Dad! LOL
Who is more social? Him
Who is the neat freak? Him again, He's building me a mansion so I know it will be spotless! ;)
Do you get flowers often? Yes! I find them everywhere I look (in season).
How long did it take to get serious? About 6 years.
Who plans date night? He does! “Where He leads me I will follow.”
Who picks where you go to dinner? He let’s me choose, and He goes with me no matter where I pick!
Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong? Trust me, He’s never wrong!
Who has more tattoos? Him • He has my name engraved in the palm of His hand!
Who sings better? Him! He has the whole heavenly host backing him up!
Hogs the remote? We’re not into tv.
Spends the most? Him! He gave his whole life for me.
Did you go to the same school? He was with me at school everyday and I called His name out a lot, especially when I was taking a test.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together? Been all over the USA, took Rick along too ;) <3
Post a picture/picture(s) of you and your valentine 🥰
Stars & Stripes
We listen often
we listen well
to the stars
on the screen
to the tales they tell
and enduring romance
we are lost
in the magic
forgetting our reality
their stories we repeat
about the stripes
upon the chest
of the one who bled
who gave his life
on a foreign field
that we may watch
the fancies of the stars
where was this one born
with stripes to carry
who is left behind
to bear the pain
in their name
while the stars
play the game
make us free
in who we are
to give power
to the stars
the tears upon our face
when a star falls from grace
the stripes that lead
that we may not bleed
to another memory
in our empty heart
a cold white stone
once upon a time
a love lived
in the stripes
than any star
could ever tell.
I didn’t want to wake up this morning and face this day - Sunday.
Sundays have been long and boring for a while now.
Being a widow alone.
Add to that all the Covid-19 "stuff".
Growing up Sundays were long and boring unless someone came over - which was most Sundays, thankfully.
But those where no one came, oh those stretched on for months in a day.
Sundays with Rick were mostly good.
Church. Time with family. Or a lazy Sunday afternoon nap. Watch a football game. Go for a long walk. There was always something going on.
Well, until the later years of his life.
Then those Sundays become more of the long and boring kind, or the kind where he was irritable and just picked an argument to have something to do.
And now, since I’ve been here in this apartment?
Long, boring, and dreadfully alone.
But as I was beginning to get dressed this morning, I hear that still small Voice:
- Stop expecting.
So, me being me with the love affair for words, I look up what is the difference between hoping and expecting - because they seem, at first thought, basically the same.
Therefore, if I don’t expect, I don’t hope.
Granted, hope deferred makes the heart sick - so if I don’t hope, I can’t get heart sick.
And I find this:
Having hope means you are trusting the process.
Having an expectation means you are trusting the results.
Having a hope means that the future is uncertain.
Having an expectation means that you are predetermining the future.
Having a hope is an action of humility.
Having an expectation can be an act of pride.
Having a hope does not disappoint.
Having an expectation often falls short.
Having a hope helps us acknowledge that God knows best.
Having an expectation often indicates that you know best.
All I can say is WOW. What a Light! What a Blessing!
So, I can Hope today is a good day, filled with laughter and blessings.
But not expect it to be filled with busy-ness or people.
Not expect to see anyone, but Hope I get to hear from others.
Hope knows that God has the best day lined out for me, one that will have me in my place for helping to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Not expect that I know what makes a good Sunday.
I am so thankful for those 2 words: Stop expecting.
I’m so glad that God loves me and He cares even about the little things.
I think that’s the one thing I have learned so far in reading the later chapters of Exodus and these chapters of Leviticus -
- God, is IN the details.
- God detailed everything then about the building of the Temple and the clothes the priests were to wear, to the way the offerings were to be presented, and more. Every detail of life was laid out.
- God is the same God today as He was then. Because He never changes.
- So ... He is in the details of our lives, too. He cares. He cares about what’s important to us.
- just like Sundays are to me.
And therefore I stop expecting.
My Hope is in God.
That He knows best, even for my Sunday.
Even if it is to be here in this apartment alone.
He knows best.
I need to keep my heart in Hope, not expectation.
Wait, watch and see what He will do with this day.
So why "Scattered Feathers" ? ? ?
You can read it here