"B" IS FOR.....

Which words have you heard most  during this coronavirus pandemic season----Boring, Bored and Boredom come to mind, as parts of speech which emphasize one's prevailing mood.
Bedraggled liked last week's roses? Mama Davenport would have made potpourri sachet from the petals to freshen her "intimates drawer".

My grandmother never thought it behooved one's spirit to bemoan present experiences.....she saw even good in scraggly roses.

Hm-m--m....words for musing, not bemusing.

Why am I baffled at the disparity in the way I saw life and the way she viewed it? She viewed all of life through a lens of worship and gratitude, not with a bewildering questioning "why me? " attitude. ...not just in a quick burst when good things came her way...but even struggles could become a bounty of blessings for all to see as she waited for God to show His hand & His plan.

The Lord was always her banner and her shield, regardless of life's struggles. He bestowed favor and honor on Mama Davenport because her walk never wavered---it was blameless and the Lord blessed her bountifully. (Psalm 84:11)

What "Bs" are reflected in your life?

Boun-TEA-ful Harvest

While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, And cold and heat, And summer and winter, And day and night Shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22, NASB)

Autumn is visually my favorite season---the cooling temps also add to its seasonal charm, especially in the mountains. God's offering.
Roasted veggies. Caramel apples. Gingerbread. Pumpkin Roll. An autumn abundance.

What a bounty---apples , nuts and a canopy of leaves in the mountains of western North Carolina this past week. Everything in abundance.

Honey Crisp apples offering a snap and tingle in one's mouth from Barber Orchard off of Hwy 74N on Old Balsam Road just south of Waynesville, NC. Pecans and almonds from the "nut man's" white panel truck at the corner of Hwy 19 and Hwy 276 at the turn to Lake Junaluska, NC and a carpet of leaves as well as a canopy of color above us on the Henize property off of Walnut creek Road and Hwy 64 between Franklin and Highlands, NC.

"The earth has yielded its produce; God, our God, blesses us." (Psalm 67:6) 

How this verse rang true for us and dear friends as we soaked up the crisp, clean mountain air of North Carolina. Carolina blue skies seem to emit a keeness of sorts as the temps begin to fall.

A boun-TEA-ful cuppa blessings for me......and my dear friends!