Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Simply: Raindrops


A scattering of raindrops poured out and blown by the winds against windowpanes.

Water pooling in puddles where wildlife drink and children splash.

Sky poured fluid gathering in streams, rivers and oceans

where

lands are irrigated
marine creatures sustained
thirst quenched.

Life giving moisture 
starting 
with 
just one drop.

*


The recent blowing of rain against my windows has meant a bit more window washing as sun finds its way out and the marks where the drops landed block our view.  Striving to live life more simply, more organically, I decided to try one of the many natural window cleaning solutions found on internet.  I settled on this:

2 cups warm water
1/4 cup rubbing alcohol
1/4 cup white vinegar
1 tablespoon cornstarch


I added all ingredients right into a spray bottle and shook until mixed.  It seemed to work well on the windows.  Some versions included a drop of dish soap which I chose not to add.  I may try a different solution when this one runs out.  Do any of you make your own window/glass cleaner? Do you have a favorite I should know about? 


(This is the first in what will be a regular "Simply" feature here at a dandelion diary.  It will be similar to (and replace) the Simple Saturday posts.  Thanks so much for reading!) 







Friday, January 29, 2016

What I learned in January (2016)

 slide #1


This month I learned:

When you visit the drive-thru with your daughter for a quick lunch of a veggie burrito and drink and she says she doesn't want anything, don't believe her.  We made it as far as the parking lot when (because "it smells so good") we got back in the line and went through for ANOTHER veggie burrito and drink.  The nice worker pretended not to notice we were just there for the exact same thing a few cars ago.  


A lovely lady might stop you outside World Market to tell you that you have a "nice face", which I thought was nice.  Until she turns up in both the aisles you are looking in.  Then it feels weird and you decide to stay in the same aisles as your husband.  In her defense she was probably the nicest of ladies.  But she could have also been an ax murder - you just never know (grin). 


Sometimes all you need on a rainy, dreary afternoon is a sweet movie and a pair of warm, fuzzy socks on your cold feet.  


Chef Chloe Coscarelli isn't just another pretty face.  That girl can cook some serious vegan food.  You can find her web site and information on her books as well as find many recipes to try HERE.  


There is just something to be said for the soothing sounds of vintage vinyl.  My parents added their collection to my pretty dismal one and I am SO enjoying the vast array of tunes.  Thanks Mom and Dad!


No matter what you have been facing, don't give up, don't give in, just keep holding on to Jesus because He will see you through.  January was a fresh beginning after a year that saw some tough battles and mighty bruises.  With that battle came a final surrender (why do I fight on my own so long...) and with surrender, as He takes up the battle I was not meant to fight, comes peace. The Peace that passes all understanding, the Peace that sustains my heart, heals it whole again.



slide #2

The hillside near the bottom of our road (and the main, albeit only 2 lane, highway) slid twice in the past week or so but those wonderful Department of Transportation workers were willing to brave the weather and even work into the dark to get one lane back open for traffic.  Bless your hearts!  I usually avoid the highway, but many depend on it, and instead cross the bridge over the river and take the "scenic route" - but that road is also down to one lane in a section due to a massive sinkhole.  Hmmm maybe I will just be staying home for a while...


Happy almost February to you all!    


Linking once again with Emily from Chatting at the Sky for What I learned.  

Friday, January 15, 2016

Giving Thanks Friday


This week I am thankful for: 



Two elderly ladies with perfectly coiffed white hair in different, but similar, plaid wool coats out grocery shopping together.  They were at the checkout in front of me and I was just fascinated by their joy at what many of us feel is the mundane and I loved how they dressed for the outing.  I think they may have been sisters but, of course, can only speculate (grin).  I bet they had some stories to tell...


A steaming pot of homemade vegetable soup.  One of my all time favorite meals in the history of ever.  Paired with a crusty loaf of homemade bread it is perfection.     


Needle and thread through fabric creating useful.  Both my husband and I ( along with several other family members) came down with a nasty bug the day or two after gathering for Christmas.  Some of the effects were a bit lasting and so there have been many days of taking things at a slower pace around here.  Thankfully we have recovered and energy has been restored!      


Being part of a group of ladies willing to pray for one another in time of need.


A favorite song playing at JUST the right moment - an instant mood changer (insert dancing stick figure here).


The new Amazon Prime "little horse" commercial advertisement.  Have you seen it?  We have a DVR and I will admit to fast forwarding most commercials but this one - I stop for almost every time.  It makes me smile so big!


Raindrops on rooftops.  The sound is just SO soothing...    


  
      
What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 


Friday, December 11, 2015

Giving Thanks Friday (Why the chicken crossed the road edition)


This week I am thankful for: 



A local community who watches out for each other whether it be sharing road advisories during our recent crazy weather and subsequent flooding, to keeping an eye out for each other's children (parents often know the "doings" of their children before the children return home ha!), to making sure your delivered packages remain on your porch until you can retrieve them.


Peppermint M&M's - a delicious delight for the taste buds!        


The fund raisers, bell ringers, family adopters who make sure families are not in want.  


Rain.  Although it is in abundance right now (praying for those who would be in harm's way), it was much needed after a summer of drought.  Also grateful for the snow in the mountains as the snow pack was dreadful last year.


Tiny, white, twinkling lights on a green tree.  They just set a mood don't they?


THIS beautiful post by Alicia Bruxvoort (love her).  "At the heart of this season filled with BIG expectations and flashy fanfare is a humble Savior who made himself small for us when we need him most."  It is definitely worth clicking over to read.    


A visiting chicken and her rooster friend who sometimes comes along.  You may or may not remember that I am in want of some chicks around this place and a wayward wanderer has decided to take up temporary residence around here.  She is so sweet and even comes up on the back porch to say hello.  She still returns to her real home to roost at night (and her human mama knows of her sneaking over...) but I am enjoying her so much.  I have treated her (and her male companion) to some lettuce.  When I pulled in the driveway a couple days ago her owner followed me in to tell me that when I came driving by the chicken started crossing the road to follow me.  "It was like she thought you had a treat for her."  Well...maybe that IS why the chicken crossed the road!   
      

    

What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 


Saturday, December 5, 2015

The Ugly Transformed (repeat)

We awoke to a heavy dusting of snow this morning, nothing to be measured in inches.  Just enough to blanket the ugly in a robe of winter-y white.  The last of the weeds poking through the earth that didn’t get pulled before winter set in.  The downed branches and clutter from the days before windstorm.  The fast food trash carelessly tossed from someone’s window and laying beside the road. 


A covering of white. 



The ugly transformed.


Our nation has seen a lot of ugly lately.  Ugly that cannot be easily explained.  Hearts broken, lives forever altered, questions unanswered, tears shed and so much gut wrenching grief. 


It has not went unnoticed that this ugliness has come during the season in which we celebrate the birth of Christ.  The surroundings had turned ugly at that time too.  People in need of hope then.  People in need of hope now.  And that is why He came.


Jesus takes our ugly and transforms us through His love, His sacrifice.  He mends broken hearts and renews lives.  Takes what is meant for evil and makes good.  Brings beauty from ashes.  Turns mourning to joy.     


A covering of white.


The ugly transformed. 


(This post originally appeared on a dandelion diary December 18, 2012 after the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary.  Three years later our nation is once again reeling with the effects of yet another mass shooting.  Praying Hope will replace fear and Peace will invade hearts as we remember once again why Jesus came.) 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Giving Thanks Friday (On Wednesday before Thanksgiving)



This week I am thankful for: 



A warm slice of home-baked pie topped with cold vanilla ice cream melting down the sides.      


The attitude of gratitude brought to the surface during this season of thanks.  It's one I strive for all year long.  The giving of thanks truly changes my heart.  


Three generations of family coming together to each contribute to a wonderful meal and gathering of love.  Many hands truly does make for light work.  (Until time to clean up...then some of the hands disappear.  Haha!)


Frosty cold mornings giving way to gorgeous sunny afternoons.
      

A lovely pair of pants with a hint of stretch assuring my comfort after consuming above feast...oh my. 
  

Generous hearts inviting the widows, orphans, lonely and unloved to join around their tables and be loved.


Every one of you precious readers who have taken a moment to hear my heart, those who commented (or didn't - because I love that you stop by just to read), those who have personally e-mailed and especially those who have whispered a prayer for my sister and her family through what has been a difficult season.  Thank you....truly.    


          

What are you thankful for?


May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 


Saturday, November 14, 2015

When my heart is overwhelmed

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I consider myself an encourager although it is true that I fail at it often.  But it is in my nature to want to encourage people, to make them feel better, to cheer them on.  Sometimes it's an easy task, other times it takes all I have within me.  If you are a regular reader here you may have noticed a lack of posting recently. When you are busy trying to walk beside someone in the midst of battle you sometimes get wounded too. Those wounds came fast and hard, one and then another and another with no time to catch  my breath, to process, to heal.  

A family member of mine has been going through a 10 year war, the most recent battle of 3 of those years taking us inside a courthouse many times over the past couple months hoping to right an injustice.  We have sat on wooden courthouse benches in the most beautiful settings, amidst the ugly, praying prayers that often contained no words.  Some situations are so overwhelming that only your heart can drum out what you long for God to hear.

If it were up to me I would have stayed on the shore shouting, "You can do this!  Be strong!" and other such sentiments.  But when someone you love asks you to get in the boat with her - you get in the boat.  You put on your life jacket as the waves rise and crash against the boat.  You hold on tight as it sways so hard you feel it tipping over and over again.  And when you are thrown into the sea, you cling to the Rock that is Jesus.  You You trust that somehow, bruised and battered as you are, that God will bring you back to shore again.  You trust that even though the sin of others has caused an outcome we didn't want, could scarcely believe, that God can still bring good from it.  He is still good.


When my heart is overwhelmed, 
lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
Psalms 61:2


Today, be encouraged friends.  
He is still good.




Linking up here:  Three Word Wednesday