Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Monday, May 23, 2016
Starting Again...
I have made it through the storm, packed up my umbrella, and I am starting again.
I have missed this place...
I have missed this place...
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
What I See
I Look at the World
And my Heart Hurts.
I see the Beauty
The Joy, the Pain.
I see the Sunrise,
And I feel the Rain.
I see the Birds of the Air
And the Things that Crawl Below.
I See Decay in my surroundings,
And I see how Life Grows.
I see a baby reach tenderly for His
Mother’s Endless Love
I see the Elderly in need of the same
Kind and Loving touch.
To some It is just a Marble
of green and brown and blue
Floating in a bubble
no meaning for me or for You
I see it as a Teacher,
A Sage, a Loyal Guide
To mold the clay It's Given
To direct Our every Stride.
So when I look at the World
And I say to you “My Heart Hurts”
It’s because I See
The Miracle…
I See
The Miracle…
I See
The Struggle…
And all Its Magnificent Worth.
Jenny 12/30/2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Good Morning Mr. Jackson!
Jordyn: “Good Morning Mr. Jackson!”
Jackson: "Where have you been? I have been looking EV-ER-Y-WHE-RE for you.”
Jackson: "Where have you been? I have been looking EV-ER-Y-WHE-RE for you.”
Inseparable, that is how Jordyn’s teacher would describe her
and her new little 4 year old beau “Mr. Jackson” during their early morning
preschool class.
I was running a little behind one morning as I hastily
worked through my washing, dressing, and scrambling of eggs routine. I was merely five
minutes overdue when I walked through the preschool door greeting Ms. Tiffany,
Jordyn’s new preschool teacher. “Sorry, I’m a little late.” I apologetically explained.
Just then Jackson cool and collectively walked across the room and with a mild determination
took his stance. “Where have you been? I have been looking
EV-ER-Y-WHE-RE for you!” he anxiously proclaimed as if he had searched the whole world over. He then took Jordyn
by the hand and guided her towards the Play-Doh table.
At this age you may find that some kids attach themselves to
a parent, their favorite toy or blanket, but not these two. They have learned
early how to find the eternal comfort in another human being; the reliability
and assurance of a true friend indeed.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
A Little Bit of Love
Watching the children grow before my eyes it would appear as though time is just zipping by. And as the older ones stumble upon the very beginnings and possibilities of new love, it has the remainder of the clan left with something to be desired.
But love is all around us even in our dimmest moments. Sometimes right under our nose!
All we have to do is look
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Pennies
I was teaching Jordyn the value of a penny the other evening and I told her "...since we can't buy much with them, we might as well build a castle."
Oh, the joys of Motherhood!
Keep smiling!
Monday, May 26, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
"The Music Box"
If you love something cherish it,
Treat it with care.
Treat it with care.
If not, when you are older,
It will no longer be there.
~jenny
Clair De Lune
Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
Of being sad in their fantastic trim.
The while they celebrate in minor strain
Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,
The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.
Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
Of being sad in their fantastic trim.
The while they celebrate in minor strain
Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,
The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.
~Paul Verlaine
Clair De Lune -Liberaci (Click to Play)
Friday, February 14, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
My Rock
As I look out of my window at the birds eating
the left over apples from off of the apple tree out in the yard, I
can't help but to think, that even during the coldest and harshest of
Winters God still provides food for all of the little birds.
His eye "is" on the sparrow.
His eye "is" on the sparrow.
"Look at the birds of the
air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet [God] feeds
them. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Matthew 6:26)
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in
whom I take refuge, my shield, and the strength of my salvation, my stronghold.
(Psalms 18:2)
(Psalms 18:2)
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