11/9/19 Beauty


I am constantly bowled over by the loveliness of creation. It cannot be captured or adequately describe, but rather must be experienced first hand.

I am brought up short by it, and my heart begins to ache with longing for the Lord.


The violets are blooming. Today I need to take the time to pick them so that I can inhale their heavenly scent throughout the night, throughout the darkness, and remember what is to come.

Lord, today I thank you for the reminders you have provided for us, living promises of your goodness and glory.

“For He satisfies the longing soul,
And fills the hungry soul with goodness.“ ~Psalm 107:9



A Good Father Provides

“But I have trusted in Your mercy;

My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation.

 I will sing to the Lord,

 Because He has dealt bountifully with me.”  Psalm 13:5-6


Because He has dealt bountifully with me!!!

And He has, which is why sometimes I feel ungrateful to continue asking for more. This of course is wrong, but it can hinder my prayers nonetheless, even if subconsciously. I am so glad the Lord knows my deepest heart.

And that kind of drip drip dripping doubt of selfishness, unworthiness, or greed, is why I loved a Facebook post I saw the other day.

It went something like: When God planned my life, He factored in my stupid.

What a comforting thought. I can use it to dry up that incessant drip of foolishness.

For a good father provides to the utmost of his ability and possessions.

And the Good Lord has no limitations when it comes to giving, everything is His.

So there is no such thing as being greedy when it comes to the prayers of His children.

How lovely……sigh,

I love you Abba.




Every moment of every day, and currently, I am the most grateful for is this moment right now, and then I will be the most grateful for the next moment to come, whether it be good or bad, because the compilation of these moments are God’s gift to me; my life with its complementary composite of joy and sadness, for one without the other is much much less than the sum of the whole. So I praise a good gracious God for all my moments, and consider each one to be precious and worthy of notice.





Lets do it again

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

This seems to me to be a good place to finish up.

❤️Blessings Belinda



Being grateful for touch has been difficult to start, because I found everything thing I would consider would morph into a pity party of the lack of it.

For instance the comfort of a, don’t worry I’ve got you, hand resting on the small of my back when I walk into a room of people, or something as simple as a keyboard rather than a henpecking touch screen so that my fingers can keep up with my thoughts, and so on and so forth.  I could think of so many lacks but was having trouble with one simple praise.

So in my frustration I did what I do to relieve anxiety and tension, I sort things, find patterns, make order out of chaos. How do I do this? I play cards. Games of solitaire, free cell, and hearts.

There have definitely been days where I have felt that I have wasted too much time fixated on the act of sorting, but recently I realized that by occupying my mind with a puzzle, a mundane task of sorts, I have managed to keep the negative thoughts which used to overwhelm me at bay.

So what am I thankful for today, well its gotta be my iPad with its touch screen, and now my iPhone with its touch screen, because now I can take my block builder anywhere I go, so that when my monsters of negativity and anxiety try to break downs the walls I have built within my mind to contain them, I am armed and ready in the moment, to fight them back into submission by repairing the house of cards in which they dwell.

Unfortunately, we all know how flimsy a card house is……sigh







The window painting by Leibe Lee brings me such pleasure, and this particular one has the added bonus of bringing the sunshine inside as I sit in my treacherous chair, sip the elixir of life, and ponder the state of my world.

I know that it is about time for a new one, and of course it will be lovely also, but I am having a hard time letting loose of my flower garden and its vision of spring. So I think I just might keep it for awhile longer, which by the way is an unusual thing for me, the one who is endlessly restless, and works extremely hard to not get attached to anything.

Perhaps this is a good sign, this acceptance to let something which brings me happiness run its course rather than to banish it before it is discovered how much I want it, and then have someone ridicule me for it…….hum?

This must be residual from the past, because those I live with now would never do such a thing, and if this window art has made me aware of a foible that needs to be let go of, I am ever so thankful ❤️