I'm working on a piece right now that pulls these three aspects of my life into focus. In the course of righting about the object in question, I have been reminded who an object, a food, an occasion have the ability to affect and pull or push people together or apart.
My favorite memories of when we are all together. It doesn't matter what we're doing. It simply matters that we are all together. Happiness is a fleeting thing,live in the moment while you can. And when you can do a little good for someone else.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Every month I feature a different person on the blog. This month is my dear friend Jeanan Glazier. A mother. A wife. A friend. A writer. Jeanan was born and raised in Georgia and relocated to New York with her family later on. Jeanan is a true southern belle with northern sensibilities.
You’d think a writer would be interested in a book club, but I’ve never participated in one. Therefore, when I was recently invited to join one, my first reaction was, “No. I can’t fit this into my schedule.” However, my husband and daughters thought differently. They shooed me out of the house. It’s a good thing they did.
The book is The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson. “Praying Circles Around Your Biggest Dreams and Greatest Fears”. Read it or not. Like it or not. However, Batterson’s main idea really spoke to me. Here it is: Are you praying small prayers or big prayers?
Guess what? I’ve been praying small prayers. Why? Because when I look around: at my family, at my community, at my city, state, country, world…by the time I get to the world, my so-called problems diminish, and I’m just grateful to be an American. It’s true, but it never crossed my mind this perception also diminished my prayers.
"What do you want me to do for you?" Jesus asked him. The blind man said, "Rabbi, I want to see." (Mark 10:51 NIV)
I think it took enormous courage for the blind man to name what he wanted. In the context of The Circle Maker, I also think the blind man’s answer was a huge prayer.
I never realized praying requires courage. Perhaps that’s because I’ve been praying small. Praying big is scary, but being a white chick whose basic needs are met doesn’t make me or my prayers insignificant compared to the rest of the world.
Yes. I have more courage than I realized. I’m praying big. What about you? How big are your prayers?
Monday, May 13, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
We live in a middle class suburb of Orlando. A neighborhood filled with hardworking families, young singles and college students due to the proximity of our local university and several of our local colleges. You don't play in the front yard because lets face it some of our neighbors, myself included have lead foots and I'm not sure I can't rust you guys not to run out in the road at an inopportune moment.
Instead we spend time in the back yard more often than not with neighbors next door and their pack of dogs, to which our beloved Maya seems to be long as well. We've been blessed to see hawks, mockingbirds and doves line our fence. We've had turtles come through holes in the fence and armadillos invade much to consternation of the dogs. We've faced the problem of wood rats eating daddy's sweet potatoes.
We've grown Roses and Orchids. We delight together with each new bloom and in despair when a plant succumbs to our not so green thumbs.