Mor-TEA-fication

Some teas I never like to "sip!" Mor-TEA-fication is one of them.

Lately, I'm holding Siri and auto-correct responsible!

Certainly I'm entitled to transferring that "blame"......since after all this time she (Siri) still refers to me as "Ditsy," instead of Dotsy.

Of course, I guess I will have to eat a little humble pie since I should take responsibility and "check & edit" Siri's mistakes.  After all, my emails and text are rarely pithy. A truly wise person (especially in the digital realm) uses few words.
Except for my parenthetical addition, that's scriptural! (Psalm 17:27)

But this cuppa mortification still tastes bitter!! I'm just sayin' !!!

Smell-Bound

I am enthralled by the familiarity of a library, or a small bookstore. 
I like the feel of a book in my hands.
I like the "smell" of a book----new or old, BUT not on my iPad. Though I have downloaded books for ease when I travel, I rarely read them. I end up adding to the coffers of Hudson News (booksellers) airport locations.
Books stack up in my life. Stacked beside my bed and on my reading chair, beside the kitchen table and ALWAYS in the car, in case of a traffic jam.
This recent "stack"alone has taken me through the "old" west, into Old Testament times, inside Nazi Germany, in the halls of Harvard with the first American Indian to attend the school, to a small town, to a ministry for gangs in a large city, behind the scenes of vaudeville and into the mind of a celebrity battling bi-polar depression, etc.

Know that this stack is NOT recommended reading. Some books I haven't even read yet. Some I have skimmed and scanned quickly through because the writing was too disturbing for me.
One book I put down after two chapters---which is rare for me.
As I have aged, I take to heart the old adage, "so many books, so little time" and following the wisdom of King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 12:12) knowing that the "making of books has no end and ....can become wearisome" so if a book doesn't keep me "spellbound" with smell and writing and topic-----I put it down!!

HERITAGE TRIPS: COMING AND GOING

Heritage---something that comes or belongs to one by reason of birth; something one person gives to another---an inherited lot or portion.(dictionary.com) 
A man's lot in life. His heritage can greatly influence his ensuing life.

Godliness passed down from generation to generation is not a guarantee but it certainly enhances the "chances" of a continuance of a spiritual heritage.

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children,...(Proverbs 13:22) 

Eleven years ago,son Buddy started "heritage trips" with his "first born" son. This year was his last "trip" year as he brought son #5 to Memphis to "show" him all his special childhood places and included a day on Liles Lane at Pickwick (fishing, shooting, swimming) and exploring the lake with extended family. 
It involves an air flight---just daddy and one son. That, in and of itself, is a big deal when you have 4 brothers who remain at home.
For me, I love the anticipation of this time.

"Coming"-----"the BEST part!!!

Children's children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children. (Proverbs 17:6)

The "going"----NOT so much.

So......I have to remember to cherish all those "in-between" times. 
But I.....still "puddle" when any of my "grands" leave!!

But God......reminds me, "What a blessing to see your children's children." (Psalm 128:6)
It is a BIG earthly blessing!!!! 

NO DOUBT!!!

Out, out "doubt" spot! (With apologies to "The Bard")

Don't let "doubt" cover you. Stain you. Touch your heart in any way. 

Doubt can start with a tiny spot? A simple, "Why, God?" question. Then it can spread.

Doubt can be like rot---attempting to erode God's Word which you know is true! 

It must not enter your mind. (2 Corinthians 10:5)

As Geraldine Brooks so eloquently writes of doubt, "Excise it at the first speckling, the first stain, the first stench of decay." (TSC, p. 121)

Never doubt God's goodness in the midst of your ongoing struggle.

Believe---whether it feels like He's there or not. (Mark 9:24)

Even in the midst of pain, God is there.........

.......There is no doubt of that!

CHAMPIONSHIP SEASON

A coaching son. 5 Spring Sports with "playing" grandsons.  

Soccer. (1) Baseball. (1)  Football. (2) Basketball. (3) The weekly schedule resembles an algorithm---I couldn't even begin to inter the data needed to implement said schedule to fit all 5 kids, all sports and factor in a dad who must arrive early to coach each one on different teams while holding down his "full-time" job.

Arrival times at practices and weekly games with Daddy coaching each one of them is a logistical nightmare to me----but....day by day, step by step and with a carpool here and there, they work it out.

This week the season was over for the final sport and "all" participants were winners even though only one made it to the playoff finals.

Completion made it a championship season. Winning or just learning----all were champions!

However, the 8th grade boys' Tiger team actually got the shirt to prove it with Coach Buddy (Daddy) smiling on!! (Oldest grandson, Nathan, front left)

Going Forth....

"Go ye into all the world" of Allen Independent Schools kindergartens in 2016-17.

Pre-school graduations---a feather in the cap of the Liles family as Andrew's accomplishment marks the end of 11 years at GEM Express---all 5  of Buddy & Day's boys were  enrolled there during that time!

For Andrew, it was a tassel to swirl and swat at while saying "cheese" for the iPhone cameras.

Locate the swinging tassel in middle of back row in front of a face and you'll find Andrew.

For you will go out with joy And be led forth with peace; (Isaiah 55:12) there was lots of joy as they "marched", tumbled, & jumped off the stage to stand with their parents for photographs.

Go forth, Andrew (and classmates) "In the path of righteousness"---

----for as the Proverbs 12 chapter I pray for Andrew says, "In the path of righteousness is life," (verse 28)

Furnishing....

My Utmost For His Highest (5/10)--- Furnish your faith with resolution....(2 Peter 1:5, Moffat) started me thinking.
Son Buddy's recent sermon (Matthew 6:19-21) reminded me that I need to choose real treasure for "furnishing" both my home and my faith---a step up from "does it "spark joy" as Kondo espouses in her Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.
Today's Streams in the Desert entry added fodder to my faith flame. (All that alliteration is inspired by friend Bernie.) To walk the way of faith, we must "furnish" our faith life with training---training rooms filled with the trials of faith, the discipline of faith, the patience of faith and the courage of faith. All "life's furnishings" required before the final victory of faith. (Streams, May 12)
But where do I start?

Fan the Flame---"Start a Fire" lyrics say it well

You only need a spark
to start a whole blaze---
Start a fire in my soul,
Fan the flame
and make it grow---
It only takes a little faith.


Start a fire in me today O Lord---furnish my soul with all of Thee.

A Love Transfer

Love isn't put in your heart to stay;

Love isn't love 'til you give it away. (Unknown)

Not sure when or where I learned that little ditty, but it was ringing in my heart this morning after Andrew, our rough and tumble 5 yr. old grandson, (ck out the bruised eye & band-aids) came sneaking up on me while I was having a "quiet time" on the patio.

Hiding something in his hand behind his back, we played a guessing game of sorts and he revealed he had found something special on his walk with PopPop.

Eventually, I gave up and he showed it to me announcing, "This is for you."

A treasure---just as he had said. A heart-shaped leaf.

God's gift of creation (Gen.2:9a) lovingly transferred through the grimy hands of a young boy.

Brown and a little crispy.....and I loved it! Of course I did.

Next week when we head for home, I won't leave my heart in Texas. 

I plan on taking it home with me, pressed between the pages of my journal.

Green Thumb Generosity Generates Blessings

The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof...(Psalm 24:1a)

Every morning as I sit and look out at God's garden---given first by Him & now shared by others with me, I am grateful that this "brown thumb" gal is so tangibly loved by others. Others with a horticultural "green thumb."

The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. 

And God saw that it was good. (Genesis 1:12)

As my mother and grandmother before me, I have been blessed with friends who share slips, dividing and cuttings of flowers, and trees and bushes with other terms of propagation, I don't even know. (in water, in dirt, in perlite, "buried") Others have "gifted" me---son Josh with my Mother's Day cherry tree 30 years ago and Daddy's white dogwood tree, given by dear, dear, friends in 2011.

But.....sharing from their own gardens---their green thumb should shine in heaven.

• Mother--"pinks" and baby's breath
• Mama Davenport--snowball bush originally from Hampton Station, KY & growing in 2 more spots before winding up in my yard
• Mommar's day lilies--mother-in-law
• Beth and JoLynn's hostas--from Tuscany Way
• Mrs. Neely's 4 o'clocks--former "elderly" neighbor
• Wynellen's phlox and butterfly bush--former neighbor
• Mimi's Lenten Roses & Solomon's Seal--GAC swim buddy and "round the block" neighbor
• Jerrie's big green and yellow unknown variety, 365 friend & more
• Winslow's Louisville KY goose neck--high school chum & college roomie
• Lynda's assorted perennials and ferns--master gardener and next-door neighbor, along with lots of "much needed" advice.

Even FL friend, Julie provided (when she moved to DC) a variety of patio pots and a "weathered bird" art which I love.

....the world and they that dwell there in. (Psalm 24:1b) 

All of those who dwell in God's world and have crossed my garden path, or lack there of, have generously blessed me with their " great" green thumbs! 

It's great to have a green thumb but it's even greater to share that skill with others!!

Digital Destiny

The way we communicate with others seems to be changing---even with family and friends. There seems to be a "need" to be plugged in or connected virtually, even while you are sitting with others.

Text messaging sometimes seems preferred over face to face conversations.

We've all seen it---the cartoon of two at a table together----heads buried in their iPhones  The joke caption implies they are texting each other. 

Recently, as I headed out the door, I got a mouthful of yummy Dove chocolate before I got an eyeful of wisdom. It was a great reminder to detox from the digital device for some one-on-one time with a friend.

Leave your phone behind. Revive the art of conversation.

It carried over to "dinnertime" when dining with several friends at TOPH. 

Same message. Different messenger. 

Our "trip hostess" asked that we all put our phones down, except for our "trip" photographer. How grateful I am for her wisdom. Her courteous reminder. 

A  2^nd reminder of the day----we control our digital destinies in our relationships.....

.......Not giving up meeting together (maybe just giving up the device for a while)....encouraging one another....toward love and good deeds. (Hebrews 10:25, 24)