Place of Blessing

I am sitting at the camper this morning listening to it rain. Hubby and I will travel home tomorrow after an appointment.

We accomplished a lot over the weekend. We ripped out bushes that turned out to have thorns in them. Not good with grandchildren around and after struggling with many roots, I planted flowers.

We painted my planter and filled it with a big Hydrangea or something close to it :)

I put the first coat of stain on a needy picnic table and Hubby did the second.

Yesterday we enjoyed relaxing with our family and relishing the feeling of a job well done.

I am trying not to think about the fact that much the same awaits me at home :)

Grateful for this place of blessing.

Remembering

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Fiddleheads

When I returned home from the conference, I found a bag of fiddleheads in my refrigerator. To my delight, my neighbors picked more than they could use and gave some to Hubby.

I blanched and froze four quarts, with enough left over for supper.

I think fiddleheads are a Maine thing, but I didn't stop to google it.
Love them with butter and vinegar!

More Photos from the Conference

Presentation of simplicity, beauty, and love. I walked into this setting. How could I fail with all of this and God?

The Key of Eucharisteo

The conference was an incredible experience.

The theme of my talks was that Eucharisteo (giving of thanks) is a key.

Keys open and lock. When we give thanks, we create openings for God in the moment. When we give thanks, we lock out the enemy's thoughts.

The ladies of River City Wesleyan Church created a tree of keys. So beautiful!

Mother & Daughter Magic

Mother's Day was sprinkled with the fairy dust that only daughters possess.

This was the first time in four years that I was with my daughter on Mother's Day. The magic multiplied - her two daughters.

I am so blessed:)

7 Days

Another week has passed without a blogpost.

I had one quiet day in which to prepare a few notes for the conference only a week and a day away.

I journeyed through my journals of 2011, marking pages to revisit on my way to trust.

Trust is the theme of my second message and my life.

Trust the Choreographer

The past few weeks have been filled with friends and family visits. I spent today with my mom and tomorrow a good friend arrives to spend the night so we can prepare for the women's conference scheduled in less than three weeks.

I have been trying to put together my message for the first night. The conference theme is wrapped around One Thousand Gifts. This is not a huge meeting, perhaps a gathering of fifty. Fifty women, mothers, daughters, sisters, friends. All coming with needs and hurts and expectations.

Nothing fits. The words I have already put to paper are empty. I long to bring these women into a God encounter. I want Him myself.

My subject is to be trust.

"Trusting God is my most urgent need." Ann Voskamp

Mine, too.