Life and Death

I always find myself totally aggravated and upset when I hear the news stories about how some adult found it in their right to abuse and sometimes take the lives of children. Who do they think they are? I become incredulous at their behavior and overwhelmed with sadness all in the same minute. My spirit is so hurt by the facts that some parents want to throw away their babies, while others are just begging for one more minute with the precious baby that has touched their lives for such a short time. Glory and honor to you, God for allowing me to be touched by your love in my life. Help me not to get caught in judging others but to concentrate on bringing healing to the lives of those that are hurting.

New week

It's a new week on the way to forever. Monday morning always brings a sense of new ideas, apprehensive change, and open expectations. I wonder why Monday has such a bad reputation. Could it be that in anticipation of the weekend, we have transferred Friday's problems to Monday's possibilities. As a girl, Sunday night was such a drag, dreading Monday morning "back to the real world" feeling. In the other thought, Monday morning offers so much potential with a new start to conquer the projects of today.

Knoxville Nook

Down a city street, tucked in between all the houses, a pretty little wooden gate invites you to come into the private, secluded, harmony of my daughter's backyard. If you walk along the sidewalk and see a yellow country cottage with a narrow side yard newly covered with mulch and your heart wants to travel towards the vine arch that protects those who enter, then, my friend, you will know you are at a special place. My daughter wants to name this special place Daffodil Cottage, but alas she is moving. Leaving behind this special place that she turned into a little cozy spot for her husband and herself. They are putting their special place up for sale this Tuesday, packing their bags, and moving to Huntsville, Alabama. It is closer to me, but I know she will miss her nice big kitchen along with the rest of this house.

Caves, Coves, and Calm

This Monday morning, I do not feel like moving much. Saturday, my husband and I went caving with four other people. Since I am not in as good of shape as I use to be, the cave was very strenuous for me. Yesterday was a very slow half recovery and today, I feel like a car with flat tires trudging along with my rims burning. It was good for me but this slow moving is something I am not use to.

My neighbors called last night and I committed to ride bikes with them this morning. It will be good for me to take my body off of my mind or my mind off of my body. Whatever way you want to put it I am moving in slow motion with soreness everywhere.

On the bike ride this morning, I will take my camera. That way, if I want to wait on them after a few miles, I can take pictures. The scenery is beautiful.

The place we went caving was in McLemore Cove. It is absolutely beautiful.