Category Archives: Notes

Life is too ironic…

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I pray that all of you have had a marvelous few days. After a 13 hour drive today, James and I are exhausted. During those long 13 hours today, I did, however, do my best on my phone to catch up with your posts and your comments on my posts. I’m sure that I missed quite a few of them, but I just can’t do any more. So since I really need to start with a clean slate in the AM and not feel so overwhelmed by trying to do more catch up, I just deleted everything in my inbox. I don’t know why just sitting in a car is so tiring, but it is, and today was the 2nd one out of the last four that we’ve made that long a drive to and from Texas to Colorado. It was great to see our daughter and her family and to be able to visit our grandson who is in the hospital, but it’s good to be back here. Not only did this passage above ring so very true in light of things that happened and were talked about this past weekend, but so does the old adage, “there’s no place like home.” And I might also add that there’s nothing like one’s own personal stuff and food and bed. All that being said, I wish you all a good night. God willing,  I shall be back to blogging in the morning. Love, Natalie

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Oh honey…

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We have been in Colorado visiting with our family since last Saturday. My grandson is still in the hospital but is doing well. So we are going to make that loooooong drive home tomorrow, and since we have to get up and going early to get back before dark, I’m about to be purring away. I pray all of you have had a great weekend. I’ll be back online on my computer by Wednesday. Love, Natalie

…in Your presence is fullness of joy…  -excerpt from Psalm 16:11   ✝

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God bless America…

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land that I love,Stand beside her and guide her through the night with a light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam, God bless America,  my home sweet home.

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1191. Seasons of the heart…

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Grief can be the garden of compassion.
If you keep your heart open through everything,
your pain can become your greatest ally
in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
~Rumi

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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
~Kahlil Gibran

Then I would still have this consolation–my joy in unrelenting pain–that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.~Job 6:10   ✝️