Rickett's glen 2013

So these are a select few from Rickett's Glen this year. I don't think I'll say much more here. Just enjoy...
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Mother's Day

Well, if things had gone as planned I'd be eating lunch with my Mother-in-law right now. However, it is painful to sit here @ the moment, or stand. Watched our service @ home today, once again reminded of how it is a world away from being in LW on Sunday morning. Thought I'd post a poem or 2 today, so here goes...

Mother

I'm told so very often

that you are always smiling

you & I remember

when that wasn't true.

my earliest memory

is of you crying

over the loss of your mother

you knew

you told me

where Grandma was

where she is still

when she left

you told me
she was now holding

her son

you gave me
you introduced me

to two fathers

whom I love

one an echo

of the other

your love

for all whom
the Heavenly Father has made

is a fragrance
no flower can dream

compare

You have given me many things

most treasure-able

is your love

for Jesus,

Dad,

Mick,

her family,

my friends

my nieces

thanks for being so very joyful

thanks also

for the blessing of tears

for crying

over me

in car accidents

with me

when two little boys

were born
without a sound

telling me
yet again

"Well, my Mama will love on them

till you get there"

thanks for the gifts
that never go out of style

and the world

sadly

has too little of

thanks Mom for being you

& loving me,

love

your son

Jesu,

I don't know why...

so many things

could end that sentence

I don't know 

why our stories

why my story

has to have such sad

confusing

chapters in them

yet when they do

I cling to one thing alone

I may not know

where this leads
but I do know
who holds
the pen
it's nice to know
that the pen
writing my story
is a nail scarred one

b.e. noll
[well, I must change positions now...]

not sure what to say

Saw this tonight @ group. It really resonated.
I've said: "I know God too well to be mad at Him, but not well enough to know what he's doing." This is that in a song...
JJ Heller - Who You Are
 I enjoy seeing the hammers inside the piano on this video. Brings back memories, of helping my Grandfather re-string a couple of pianos. Being in his workshop, the smell of him sanding some hammers down to be used to restore a piano.
When she sings "you have a father's heart, & a love that's wild..." I think of Lucy Pevensie in the Narnia books, asking Mr. Beaver if Aslan the lion is safe. "Of course he's not safe, but he's good."


I've had some puzzling moments lately. However, it's late, so I think I'll save that for later on...