Welcome Home, Sis

Daddy's spare bedroom has so many warm memories in it, offering its own sense of 

"welcome home, sis."

I was itty bitty (3?) when Moma and Daddy bought the braided rug on the floor. I still 

remember sitting on it and riding it like a horsey when they first brought it home to our 

pink and white trailer house while it was still rolled up in our living room. 

The white dresser was a gift from a friend right after my cancer was discovered when I 

was 15. Knowing I would be spending a lot of time recovering at home, several kind 

folks joined together to spiff up my room. Along with this dresser there was new carpet 

put in as well.

The quilt on the bed is one of many that my sister, Lisa, has lovingly made. While she 

crafted this one for Daddy, hubby and I get to snuggle under its warmth every time we 

come so, in it's own way, it, too, has become an old, treasured companion.

Blessed be.

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Welcoming Our Newest Little Lamb

Baptized our sweet niece, 

Juniper Hope, 

this morning. 

 May she always walk 

in God's Light, Beauty, Joy, 

and Grace.

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Morning Greeters

May this house be blessed with gentle hearts.

Amen.

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Sweet Surprise

So this little darling 

has been sitting in our amazon cart for awhile now, 

patiently waiting for me to decide.

. 🌸. 

In the meantime 

hubby placed an order 

and, rather than "save her for later" 

as I fully expected, 

he invited her to come home and live with us.

. 🌸. 

Blessed be. 

#HisLoveLanguageIsGifts

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Sisters Hemmed in by Grace

We had a lovely visit with my sister, her hubby, and their 6-year-old granddaughter 

yesterday and this morning as they were driving thru town.  We moved here almost

30 years ago and this was her very first time here. 

At my request, we took this one of she and I last night, hemmed in by Mama Grace, 

angels, *and* twinkle lights. 

 ❤️😉

May they all continue to watch over, guide, and bless us and our family, especially 

as the children of my sibs are beginning to move out of their nests and form families 

of their own, just as it's meant to be.

(Growing old isn't always so easy or graceful, is it? ❤️)

It was such a delight to get to spend some time connecting with her, always my girl, 

away from all of that and in the comforting warmth of my home. It meant a lot to be 

able to return some of the thoughtful hospitality that she has always so willingly 

offered to us over the years during our trips back there.

Blessed Be.

❤️

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Encircled in Love

I was recently asked 

about the women in this photo collage

so thought I'd share my answer here.

Before I introduce you, allow me to share the story behind my collage and how it came
to be...

In November 2015 I was taking an online course, "Honoring the Saints and Ancestors,"
and since these 4 women were the dearly beloveds I would be focusing on (and praying
with) and being very visual, I created my little portable circle of love then. I wanted to
feel them close to me during the month of remembrance.

Smiling because, unbeknownst to me, this was such an inspired idea!! Whenever I'm
baking, especially for a holiday, I will take this magnet off of our fridge and invite my
mothers close to me by placing them near where I am working.

Clockwise from the top left:

 My precious Moma who left us way too soon on January 6, 1997 at almost 57.
Of her 7 kids, I, her eldest, most favor her both in looks and temperament.
 
 Dear Grandma (Daddy's mom) passed on January 21, 1976 at 76.  I have such
fond memories of time spent in her kitchen and how she taught me how to bake and
crochet.

 Darling Grandma (Hubby's maternal grandmother) who considered me one of
her own from the very first time she laid eyes on me and I felt the very same love for
her. She was 72 when she passed on November 25, 1991.

 Grandma (Moma's mom) who I wasn't as close (or drawn) to but with my deep
love for the concept of the Communion of Saints (and the reason I was so drawn to
that online course in particular), I trust our relationship continues to blossom and grow,
just like all of the flowers in her garden that she loved so much. She was 89 when she
died on June 7, 1999 and had been a widow for 23 years.

Thank you for witnessing. 

  

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<3

April Love 2017 :: Day 15 - I wish...

I wish... 

for a few more precious moments 

shared with some very dear beloveds 

that have passed beyond the veil. 

💕

In particular, 

the 4 beautiful women 

featured in yesterday's post. 

💕

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#aprillove2017

Welcoming Orange!

Intentionally welcoming and celebrating the color Orange. 

🍊      .      🏮     .     🔶

...

It's kinda feeling like an orange surprise party over here 

as all 4 of these arrived this morning.

 I remembered the notebooks (soon to be journals) were orange

 and a wide grin spread to see the books have some orange on them too. 

After sharing this photo on social media,

a dear one commented that Orange is a juicy color.

I'd never thought about it that way

but I like it!

I like it a lot!

#grounded2017

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