Be the Moon, Reflect the Son

 

As I walked this morning I found it lovely how each song I listened to brought up a rabbit hole worth exploring, or not.

Wonderful Grace of Jesus – Ernie Haase & Signature Sound

Question arisen: Can you give too much to a homeless addict at one time? I will have to ramble upon this; perhaps then I can unravel, what is to me, a critical question.

Save the Last Dance – Michael Bubble

I would so love to learn how to ballroom dance, but I do not want to dance with strangers. The end of this one, slam.

Undo It – Carrie Underwood

Ponder arisen: Did I crush the male caretaker nature of my too young for this burden son, when I dismissed his attempts to voice concerns after the loss of his father; and what, if anything, can I do now to rekindle and affirm the spark of desire to lead I see smoldering in him today

Send in the Clowns – Judy Collins

I was pleasantly surprised, I did not identify with this song today, I only heard pretty.

Play Me – Neil Diamond

The best of the morning: As I listened to this song, I heard the modified lyrics below, how interesting?

He was morning, and I was night time
I one day woke up
To find Him beside my bed
I softly said “Come take me”
For I’ve been lonely in need of someone
As though I’d done someone wrong somewhere
But I don’t know where, I don’t know where
Come lately

You are the Son, I am the moon
You are the Word, I am the tune
Play me

Song He sang to me
Song He brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang for me
Warmed the night, and what was right
Became me

You are the Son, I am the moon
You are the Word, I am the tune
Play me

And so it was that I came to travel
Upon a road that was thorned and narrow
Another place, another Grace
Would save me

You are the Son, I am the moon
You are the Word, I am the tune
Play me
You are the Son, I am the moon
You are the Word, I am the tune
Play me……

Hillybilly Bone – Blake Shelton

Hehehe, I love the happiness in this song, it makes me laugh and smile, what could be better.

Wonderful Merciful Saviour – The West Girls

Sigh…no words just love….sigh.

 

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Best of the Morning to You

One of the many benefits of having given away my vehicle, has been that while I walk to work, I once again I have a block of uninterrupted time to listen to music. The above song was such a delight this morning.

Additionally, and completely unrelated, never judge someone too harshly for wearing headphones while out in public. For having been given my daughter’s hand me down ipod has made tasks, such as shopping, walking, doctor’s office visits, any public activity were my interaction with people is not requisite, pleasantly bearable.

Anyway, while I walk I have the ipod set to random selection so that I never know where it is going to go. I am so in love with how it will lay different genres next to each other, which delightfully keeps me focused on an individual song, rather than to have so many of same sounding songs run together, thus blending them into an endless mass of noise. Beside, what can I say except, I am into the unexpected surprise of the juxtaposition of the divergent.

 

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Living in the First World

The other evening after relaying a humorous anecdote about our lack of a second commode, it stuck me how sniveling it would sound to many in the world to hear me complaining about not having two of something, and by the way, my many includes a lot of folks right here in first world U. S. of A.

And now, in my awkward rabbit hole fashion, I am wondering, is there a second world out there? I mean I always hear about the third world and the first world, but what would define the second world. Golly gee, when I finish here I am going to have to google.

So anyway, we moved back into our current residence a little over a year ago, where nothing much had been worked on or upgraded since 1954. Also added to the mix of this neglect are Asbestos flooring and lead paint, so even if I could afford to hire contractors, they do not want to touch this nightmare until we have removed the above said items.

And where am I going with all this you ask, well this a ramble so I won’t know until I get there, and all I can really know at this moment is that next I am going to stumble around a bit with the providential nature of God, because from my current vantage point I can look back on a time which seemed to be a burden when in hindsight it was a time that prepared us for today. The time to which I am referring are the 6 years that the family spent in a 1910 death trap with a negligent absentee landlord. Hence, we were free to experiment grandly and in the process learned home repair without interference. It was a lovely time period of our journey towards home, and I am only free to say this because it is there and we are not.

Still, we never have tried dry walling. Wait I need to stop right here and fess up to acting the queen, for the we I keep referring to did not include me, I am using it in the royal sense. I observed and supplied funds, but never actually got to put hands on tools to my regret; I was needed elsewhere. So to continue, when we moved into this current treasure trove of do it yourself projects, the first thing that needed upgrading, after the internet network of course, was the houses electrical box and wiring. However in the process walls were damaged. Be patient I am getting to it even if it is true that I have lost track of what it is. Hum?

I forgot to mention that we had also taken a sledge to one of the bathroom sinks (subterranean termites had there way with it) and shower (installed too low, sewage seeped 😧) And removed electrical heaters from the walls so that we could snag their dedicated breakers for something else until we could replace the recalled barely functioning electrical box. Because you see, the entire house was almost being run off of one breaker. I suppose in 1946 they were not concerned with having. your microwave, toaster, teapot, coffee maker, mixer, refrigerator, washing machine, and stove all on one breaker. Oh, along with my sons three monitor power sucking mega computer 😳

Gosh golly I am truly rambling tonight. I started with commodes and I am somehow on to power sucking. I suppose it would be a good time to mention that a good power sucking commode is worth every precious penny you pay for it. Because as I look back replacing the over the hill aged toilet was the first thing we did, after the internet cabling of course, we know what’s what around here. It is hard to believe how many years I cleaned up after that ancient overflowing monstrosity when it was so easy to replace. My advice to any man out there being penny wise and pound foolish because toilet cleaning does not fall into your realm of responsibility, man up, buy your wife a good functioning toilet.

Okay yikes! I give up what does overflowing toilet water have to do with the first world, think think think, nothing, absolutely nothing. I concede.

Blessings Belinda ❤️

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He is Risen!

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A Good Day

Today was one of those good days. A day of sleeping until you awaken. Of fresh hot coffee and time with Lord while still in bed without the rush of obligations. A day with a little of this and a little of that, never actually doing anything, just puttering about and dreaming of how it used to be. All without regrets for they accomplish nothing but sadness.

I can truly thank the Lord for this day. He knew it was desperately needed. He knew how I have been avoiding taking on any responsibility for my home. How I have been leaning on others to carry the load because I did not care to touch the third rail of sorrow that keeping and managing my home had become as the majority of my time and attention is demanded elsewhere.

Therefore, even if now, in the typical way of my life, interest has revived just as I am becoming too ill to do much, I will need to overcome this physical setback somehow. Because it has taken just over a year for me to become comfortable living in my own home again, the one we left so many years ago in a panic.

And even though my husband abandoned the property, I am always cognizant of the fact that I will not be able to stay here permanently. For someday, which could be next month, next year, next decade, he will decide he wants his half of the equity and will file for divorce to force the sale.

Still, I will just have come to the place where I look on illness and divorce as nothing more than an additional annoyances in a very long line of already queued annoyances, and instead focus on the Lord and his goodness.

For today He has made me realize, as we puttered and communed, that I must enjoy what He has given me in the present, regardless of what tomorrow may bring. Also that it is about time I rejoined with my responsibility as keeper of my home. Even if this entails the hiring of help if need be. So with prayer and contemplation, I would have to say that, yes, today was definitely a very good day.

 

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