Posts Tagged ‘high school graduation’

blackboard2cA vintage frame hangs on my office window –it frames a living canvas of purple and yellow pansies, a mighty oak with its green leaves in the summer and sticks in the winter – the occasional squirrel, a light stream of cars shuttling past. One day about 8 squirrels galloped past – I expected to see a T-Rex following after them.

It reminds me to look, to see beauty, to see His gifts, Him with me.

prom_edited-1cAt prom, dates and friends, moms and dads who helped decorate, cook and serve, held the black frame, smiling sweet and funny faces, a living canvas of young men and women about to soar, expectation in their faces – and the frame held good moments, moments filled with smiles.

A long time ago, my mama sat on my bed, coaching me through picking up my room. My 4-year-old  self was steamed. I can’t recall the mean thoughts, but I was thinking mean thoughts about my mama.

On the other side of the door frame, she said, “God knows what you’re thinking.”

I stepped through the closet door frame, into the dark back of the little closet, next to the stove Santa had brought – and mean thoughts simmered up like steam. God couldn’t know what I was thinking hidden in the dark back of a closet.

“He knows what you’re thinking in the closet, too,” she said smoothly.

The mean thoughts stopped. I just stood there in the darkness, something inside growing. I remember thinking, “WOW! He knows what I’m thinking.here. hiding.in.this.closet – WOW!”

The steam and anger evaporated. That interaction between my mother and I, through the closet-door frame that separated light from dark, from hidden to found.

I met God in the back of that closet. I’d sat in church every Sunday, probably in my mother’s arms first – yet, it wasn’t until that moment that I met God face to face.

It wasn’t until that moment that God framed me – it was my choice – to allow Him to frame me. God’s kind of framing is that way – a choice.

It’s not a restricting frame, a limiting frame – God doesn’t work in worldly perimeters.  World perimeters limit. God perimeters are liberating.

Ever since then,I have framed my life in that relationship, sometimes, imperfectly so, the living canvas of my life is framed in Him.

Constantly in motion, constantly holding me together, constantly showing He values me, loves me, to embrace me, to wrap me in the frame that is Him.

I am so glad He revealed the power if Him to me in the frame of the closet when I was a little girl.

So glad He framed me!

“Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me” (Isaiah 49:16)

cornholeStill Counting Blessings

Much blessing this week – little and big blessings, little and big moments – it wasn’t a week for words, though words like “I present to you the graduating class of 2013” were important. The little blessings were eloquent

  1. Cardinals racing out in front of my car when stressful moments threatened – saying to me, “He is with you. He goes before you, behind you and beside you” – the stress would ebb – and I would smile, slow down.
  2. Friends in this community praying – really praying – for my requests – The M.O.M. Initiative and other sweet friends – you exemplify how God wants women/moms/wives to support each other – through encouragement and prayer through the tough times. Simply Beautiful and Up-lifting.
  3. I’ve made about 100 cupcakes in the last month – but when I saw 2 Kentucky Silk Pies in the freezer at my Tennessee grocery store – it was like God saying, “Take it easy. Savor the moment.  These pies equal your cupcakes” – and I did – and everyone loved them – and it was like someone did it just for me!
  4. Sweet Tea with Lemonade
  5. Grandbaby girl and my sons on the sidelines at the soccer field on the march to state for my senior’s team. My youngest was just that age when her daddy, my oldest, was playing on that soccer field his Freshman year of high school. The sun setting on this soccer field, on a Spring evening in May, during a good game with family and these moms I’ve sat with for years – it was sweet blessing! (The boys won district, region – but lost graduation night in sectionals – the game that would have put them in state).
  6. My sweet MIL coming to visit for the week, folding laundry, cheering her grandson’s team on, sitting with us on the porch – and being in the kitchen with me – I love that time, that doing together – and she so blessed me.
  7. My mom coming to my son’s graduation, spending time with my son, managing my puppy in the chaos of celebration, sitting on the porch with me in the evenings – I loved that!
  8. My husband finishing up my Mother’s Day Present/Project – when the chalkboard spray just didn’t work, Friday night he rolled the canned paint, so I could do my chalkboard art for graduation
  9. Nanny cutting out, Mom sewing 4-squares to make 8 stars and stripes corn hole bags – and me filling them up with corn – Team Blue Cotton – all for graduation celebration on Saturday
  10. Sunshine on Saturday – on the way to graduation – I spotted a few blue spots in the rain clouds. I said to my husband, “I wish those blue clouds wold take over the sky for the rest of the day (We had an 80% chance of rain forecast) – those blue skies – they did take over -right at the end of graduation – just in time for graduation pictures until the end of the soccer game.
  11. My 4th sons collar-bone healing
  12. A friend reminding me that He inhabits my praise, that He evaporates the unquiet that way – that He fixes the things that tear at our hearts
  13. Coffee made in the morning when my MIL visits – I never manage to do it when it’s just me.
  14. Sweet tea mixed with lemonade
  15. smiles – from each boy at any moment
  16. Puppy Moments that just make you smile
  17. all those bushes we transplanted last year – that looked hopeless and were reminders of “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” – are greening up and blooming riotously this year.
  18. My oldest son saying, “You gave a great graduation party, mom” – and I replied, “A graduation party is only as good as the family and friends you have.”
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Sadie and Her Moose

It’s a big week here – one boy with a collar bone broken from wrestling with friends, one graduating from high school – and lots of sweetness inbetween like. . . .

high school soccer games in the evenings (District Game tomorrow night)
sitting with moms I’ve sat with for years
in fold-out canvas chairs

sunlight spilling on my porch,
purple, lavender and orange sherbet johnny-jump-ups
raising their face petals in greeting

hydrangea, butterfly bushes, blue buttons
spiders-knots, zinnia, poppy and daisy shoots
stretching upward, green-ward
something beautiful

“Look at the robin’s egg blue sky,” I told my son with the broken collar-bone,
on the way home from the doctor. I’m avoiding bumps and pot-holes, but what mom can avoid all of them, on the road, in our talks, in the living.” “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“You know – the sky’s not really blue,” He says, and we look at each other.

“What about the fluffy clouds,” I counter, floating across the sky.

“Clouds are just water,” he says, a smile hovering, not quite wanting to show itself.

As the car climbs up the hill, past the water tower, I smile right back at him – one eye on the road, one on him, “But God didn’t make ugly water towers to hold rain – He made clouds to hold water – How awesome is that!”

Two red birds stood together in my yard, near the butterfly bush. A cardinal splashed in my bird bath, flinging water droplets onto my zinnias shoots.

A tiramisu trifle is half-eaten in the fridge, just waiting for one of the boys to stop by and finish it off. A few left over pieces of grilled zucchini with rotel diced tomatoes, mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and garlic are sealed in the fridge for tomorrow’s lunch.

Better Boys and German pinks sit on the porch waiting to be planted, along with dill, jalapenos and cucumbers.

A volunteer carrot and chard are waiting for dinner Friday night – volunteers from last years garden.

Sadie, she’s learning to sit and stay, to ring the bell on the door to go outside, to find snuggly places for cat naps.

Coffee in the pot at 5 p.m. – and my boys milling about – coming in the back door, going out. My sweet Mother-in-Law here for the week.

The sweetness between brokenness and soaring

A little healing, a releasing to soar, family gathering together to celebrate

It’s a Blessings-and-Faith kind of week – filled with things that need to be savored.


Still counting gifts – 1001- 1034

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