Light and warmth

 

,

Almost sunrise, 6:45 am

     Thank you, Lord, for both.

    Must such wondrous creations of comfort and beauty also be sources of guilt and remorse of conscience?  Reminded that I have and many others have not, I acknowledge that I do little enough to balance the situation. No wonder nuns and monks take vows of poverty!  But in the argument of works vs faith, Works is not the Way, says the Epistles.  But I’m probably offering self calming excuses. 

     Always in the Wilderness, do not enjoy, that should be the aim, thus sayeth my liberal friends, too.  All talk. 

    Lord help me not to offend, but to also be truthful and sincere. To you, me, them.  IJN

Sunshine where u find it

Water in the street can be very beautiful

     

    Today is the 102 year anniversary of Mom’s birth. Thinking of her.

     Thinking not of God or Jesus. And I am asleep today. Again binge watched stupid TV today. 

    I forgive myself, perhaps too easily. Lord, will you forgive me for my waste of your precious gift  of time?  IJN

    Thank you for life. 

I’m melting, melting

 

69°, start of daylight savings time

     Snow is going fast, but those piles are higher than they look and it’s definitely mud season. 

     

     Lord have mercy, God have mercy.

Anniversary

 

Of Mom’s death. Here she is in DC, about 20 yrs old

     For some reason I always get her death and birth dates confused. She was born March 9, 1924, at Winco Block, Naugatuck, West Virginia, and died March 7, 1997 Columbus, Franklin, Ohio.

Stupidly, no citation on this 8-24 research I was doing. 

Presumably, my grandfather would have been working at this coal mine when my mother was born, his third child.

 

       God bless the tribe, who was, who is gone, who is, who will be.

All Gods creatures

I like lizards, 3-24-2021 GA

     Brings back memories, nostalgic and a bit sad, as pics invariably do.   And this is a season of past deaths for me, mom and Suzanne. Lord have mercy. Remember our passed love ones. Help us prosper for their sake. Keep them in our hearts and minds. IJN

Before it slips away

 

,

Street ice end of driveway, 8:20 am

     How many people see the tiny and constant beauties You create?  I am fortunate and grateful to have “artists’ eyes” with which to look upon Your Creation. 

 Lee’s podcast, “Caterpillar Vibes” describes communication of bees, butterfly caterpillars and ants to illustrate the idea of “vibration, movement and communication (as) a fundamental cosmological property.”  For me he clarifies, at least for a while, the ubiquitous but murky sling of “vibrations” by every contemporary sort of “spiritual”  type onto their beliefs with little attempt to explain their meaning.  I never quite found it self-evident.  Maybe I’m too thick; my vibration is too low. 

      Well, I admit that’s likely a true self-observation.  But when you’re swimming in them, it’s just hard to notice the vibes with accuracy. Or modify them, when needed, as can. 

     So thanks again, Lee. And thanks, Lord, for good teachers. Help us discern and take to heart the lessons you send.  IJN

         

First light

 

Moments ago, 5:56 am

Later 8:18

     Lord grant us, Lord help us create, a fruitful day. IJN

     A new installment of the Flaubert Reports yesterday,  Jesus’ Teenage Years, The Ungrateful Dead, Part II. The humor and sweetness of those essays calms me and warms my heart. In this one especially the reference to babies immediately, permanently receiving the Light of Christ moves me. The assertion that it has never left the world is glad tidings indeed. 

      “But I have never seen light move through any Being the way it does through Christ.

The way it does, you say?

Of course.

I say it in the present tense; because even now the Light of Christ is alive.”

    

     Then there is also the Heartfire.

From The Klutz, 2-5-26, Lee van Lear