Little Pieces of a Full Day.

 Little pieces of a full Day.  

It was a long night here in East Texas.  The work began around 8:00 p.m.

The road in front of our home is a Farm to Market road that usually carries a steady hum of quiet country traffic.  Well....it came alive last night in a whole different way.  The highway department began resurfacing it last week, and their work happens after the sun goes down.  Last night, they were hard at it again.  

We could hear the low growl of machines as they ground up the old pavement, followed by a steady rhythm of fresh asphalt being laid down.  We lost a little sleep, however, I am thankful to have a smooth new road to drive on.  

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Sam and I both are enjoying a quieter morning today!

Hummingbird Time!!

Yesterday afternoon, I stepped outside and grabbed the hummingbird feeders that have been resting all winter.  I cleaned them out, filled them up fresh, and got them hung.  Now, we wait for the buzzing of the hummers to come and bring life back to the yard.  

Earlier in the week, the pool cleaning company came out and gave our pool a good cleaning.  They also washed and cleaned the filters, so now we have a very clean pool...ready for the season.  I love seeing the clear water...especially during the evening hours when the light is on.  

Resurfaced roads, freshly filled feeders and clean water waiting for my swimmers.  Life is Good!  

Just some little pieces of a Full Day!

Palm Sunday...Senior Sunday

 It is a beautiful Palm Sunday here in East Texas.  We are stepping into Holy Week.  So gentle...so sacred...and needed.  

I'm not going to lie...these past few days have been exhausting.  More especially for Sam.  Life has a way of piling things on us all at once, doesn't it?  But somehow, even in the tired, there's still grace tucked in the corners. I am so thankful for this grace.

Today is Senior Sunday, and if you've followed me for very long, you know I always like to tuck these moments away in my memory book.  

Our sweet Mylee will graduate on May 16th.  How in the world did we get here so fast?

As I sat thinking about her today, one thing kept coming to mind...HER BLANKET!

Since the day she was born, she has loved that blanket.  A dear friend of mine gave it to her...and at one time it was the prettiest blanket, pink and yellow, with delicate stitching around the edges.  Over the years, it's been loved well...worn soft by time, travel, and tiny hands that never quite would let it go. 

This blanket has been everywhere....Costa Rica, Guatemala, Colorado, California, and lastly to Ireland.  I suppose we could call it "the Traveling Blanket."  It's real name is:

Pink Bwank Bwank!!!  A name Mylee gave it when she was first learning to talk.  

And if you know Mylee, you know this...she may love you dearly, but that blanket?  Well...not just anyone gets the privilege of holding it. We've had more laughs over that little blanket than I can count.  

But...Isn't it something how love can settle itself into the simplest of things?   A blanket, a gift, a thread of kindness that never really unravels. 

I couldn't help but think of my sweet blogging friend Connie over at Far side of Fifty.  She spends a lot of her time crocheting beautiful baby blankets...one after another.  And I wonder if she fully knows how something made with HER hands might become someone's everything. A comfort, a memory, a piece of home they carry through life.  

This is what Mylee's blanket is to her.  .......

Love isn't always loud.  Sometimes it is stitched quietly into the fabric of everyday life.  Sometimes it does look like a worn out blanket that's been held a thousand times.  

This Palm Sunday, in the middle of our tired hearts and our very full days, I am extremely thankful for the small steady reminders of love. 

The Three Marys...

 Lately, I've been reading "The Women of Easter" by Liz Curtis Higgs, and this book has gently stirred my heart is such a sweet way.  

It has made me think about the women who stood near Jesus in His final days....(Mary of Bethany, Mary Magdalene, and Mary of ..the mother of Jesus). Women who didn't always understand what was unfolding, but they stayed anyway.  They showed up.  They watched and they wept..THEY LOVED! 

I dare not compare myself to them, however, sometimes, I don't fully understand what God is doing either.

Sometimes I'm standing in moments that feel uncertain, or heavy, or even heartbreaking. But like those women, I'm learning that faith isn't always about having answers. 

Mary of Bethany...She was the one who sat at His feet when others were busy. She was the one who poured out expensive perfume, not even caring what anyone thought.  Her love was bold, unashamed, and deeply personal.  She reminds me that worship isn't about perfection...it is about presence. 

Mary Magdalene....She was a woman with a past.  A story that could have defined her, but didn't. Jesus changed her life and Mary never forgot it.  Her life whispers to me that no matter where I have been, redemption writes a new story.  

Mary, the mother of Jesus....I honestly can not imagine what she felt in her heart.  She carried Him, she raised Him, and she watched Him suffer.  Mary was a mother whose love stood face to face with unimaginable pain. Her quiet strength speaks volumes. 

This is a very good book and perfect for this Easter Season.  

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Sam has treatment today which means I will be away from my computer until after lunch.  We still have not heard from the CT Scan...It will most likely be next Wednesday when we see his oncologist. 

Happy Friday...Sending you happy vibes with a little sparkle today!

               

A Grateful Heart.

 Thankful Thursday:

There are moments when gratitude doesn't come from big, life-changing events....but from the quiet beauty that surrounds us every day. Yesterday, my heart felt especially full as I spent some time reflecting on the simple gift of spring and the breathtaking blooms along the Azalea Trail, located about 10 miles from our home.  

Walking among those flowers, I was reminded of how faithful God is in every season. After the stillness of winter, the earth awakens.  The trail this year was stunning and had the biggest blooms that I've ever seen on azaleas.  

My walk felt so good as I could feel the warmth of the sun as well as a slight hush of a breeze.  There was also a sweet fragrance swirling around me.  I did not feel rushed and I actually enjoyed getting in a few extra steps as I viewed the gardens. 

So today, I am very thankful for the beauty of new beginnings, for the quiet moments that restores my soul, and for the Creator who fills the world with color, details and purpose.  

I am also thankful for a peace that doesn't rush....and a grace that meets us right where we are.  

With a Grateful Heart...

Shug...💛

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