A Surprise Planting of Myself in the Present

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What a surprise! I was searching for some needed green space in a concrete sprawl of an area – and found this beautiful recaptured nook of an arboretum on the campus of a local college/university and it surely provides the students and the public needed green space. I saw it on the map and looked interesting enough, drove, opened the door and the five people 3 steps away from my car looked gathered and the woman organizer said: “Here for the tree planting?” ah….  sure – yeah – why not, I thought – and grabbed my hat and sunscreen and up we climbed this beautiful slope. Everything is in miniature in my opinion for the greenspaces here – back home we have big expanses – but I don’t think I ever stumbled upon tree planting!

They provided the gloves, shovels, and plants and were taught how to dig the right hole and tamper the soil down after planting. They were student educators and this education was exactly up my alley for learning. I loved it….

A Surprise Planting of Myself in the Present…

and the views? unparalleled of the city below…  and the students? Never shoveled or held worms…  (and wow great worms – even the educators could show the students the worm poop in a compost conversation) And the educators? Tickled pink that I just “happened upon them” that we were all there to be there…  I planted 3 trees. I didn’t expound upon plant science knowledge, it was nice to just appreciate what I knew and keep it to myself, but later with the educators I explained how I found them on the map, and my background for putting your foot in the door for experiences for college and university and life…

And then I got to be the substitute grandma-like person to entertain a baby – me in my red hat must have caught his attention – and the sun shining on his face caught mine, so mom and I maneuvered the stroller back into the shade. And he seemed to enjoy the whole experience. He was 10 months old – and mom and dad enjoyed planting plants and having a day out…  

That was a quick 1 hour and a half “wow” to that moment – I could have turned many directions and even just sat in my car for an hour waiting (was waiting for my travelling companion to have a get together at breakfast with friends) but this was the turn I took and so appreciated it…

I know the best devotion we can give the Lord is praise – and love – and thankfulness just to be present in the moment that He could come up with “last minute” – when we are just not rushing here and there…  I knew later I was rushed on the way home – but here I was able to check my time at the same time as relaxing and realizing my blessings… A BLESSED Planting of Myself in the Present as well as planting trees.

Realize blessings and thank the Lord – THANKS LORD!

Amen

Snow, Season Shifts, and Such, Savor and Savior it

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Ah, snow… 

It’s a known – “watch the weather” – so I did – and it was more beautiful than scary. I do love snow, so while I really was on a mission to strategically get through it, I did stop occasionally to admire it. (And I packed winter gear for sure – boots and winter coat were donned!!!)

The journey started at 40 then 37 degrees then 33 for a while, 32 just a moment, then down the mountains 33, 37, 40…. rain-snow-rain. So I had fall – winter – fall seasons, and because it was almost 70 last week, forsythia flowers were blooming up at mom’s – spring sprung twice as a surprise each of these recently warm years… I thought how great the northeast has stockpiles of salt deposits – how fittingly convenient… salt melts snow….

The hills surrounding got 4 to 12 inches of snow, but the valley got rain, lots that the minor gorge creek at the bottom of the road was pouring down in volume. 

The trip through mountain elevation caused me to see up to 8 inches of big fluffy snow at one point, but I didn’t stop for that photo, because the roads were really good, salted, and there was a gap of precipitation, and the height of day is when my Dad always preferred me to get through the mountains. I was subaru-safe and slowed down. It is nice to be up home this weekend, pre Thanksgiving moments with my mom, brother, and today planning work at my aunt’s farmhouse (only 4 inches snow there)… it’s normal to keep going in snow…

The snow sandwiched in the middle of my seasons did get me thinking of Christmas, it seemed not out of place then in the moment, otherwise I am so NOT ready to switch my palette of life of browns and yellows, faded red oranges to WAY TOO BRIGHT red and green,  not until after Thanksgiving. So right now preferred browns and yellows in my sights added in white. Christmas is coming, but savor THIS season first, whatever the temperature.

However slow or fast this Christmas season comes, it’s not a delay of understanding the REAL SEASON SENSATION – that is of course the story of Jesus coming – advent starts soon. Well 9 months before Jesus’s birth we are also clued into a preparation story, mary with Jesus is prepared by Elizabeth and cousin John the Baptist, and dad Zachariah having to wait to get his voice back. Ah, many a waiting story…. In Zachariah’s account in Luke, is like spring inside fall (forsythia not overrun with snow) reading about Jesus Savior as hope, in the song of Zachariah, Luke 1:67-75, we see a people who saw the glimpse of the new within the old season. We savor THIS Savior season.

So yes, we can glimpse this season shift in Luke’s gospel account, the crucial connection between old and new testaments but one long journey for Jesus and David’s line…

It’s like snow in my fall, spring in my step, and the real WARM UP to the season!

Zechariah’s Song

His father Zechariah was filled with the Holy Spirit and prophesied: “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come to his people and redeemed them. He has raised up a horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David (as he said through his holy prophets of long ago), salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us – to show mercy to our ancestors and to remember his holy covenant, the oath he swore to our father Abraham: to rescue us from the hand of our enemies, and to enable us to serve him without fear in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.

THEN SPEAKING OF JOHN THE BAPTIST v76-80

And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.” And the child grew and became strong in spirit; and he lived in the wilderness until he appeared publicly to Israel.

AMEN AMEN 

Going and Coming

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It’s Fall Y’all… Saturday was a beautiful break in the Poconos… So blessed from sunrise to sunset… and then some.. 

A long weekend, so needed for me as a getaway to not be coming and going hectic. It’s going (meaning leaving work stress) and coming (meaning being in a different mode, different time uncrunch, different stuff) and relaxing with friends and having a s’more too… 

What puts perfect in the unperfect is the appreciation of blessings over stressings. We need, in life, the unwind to work out kinks in our systems and respool later. If we don’t unwind, we won’t know where and what our emotions and brains and dreams relax into. 

When I look at a feather (turkey?) it’s so intriguingly intricately beautiful. The strands of a feather work in concert, yet so fragile to be glued together. And then each feather has it’s own quill support, best God invention is that many are together for flying. How amazing. Each strand comes together, like each rock or drop of the waterfalls, like each stroke of paint, like each reflection of molecules making a sunrise or sunset, like each person in this world of ours which God blessed and blesses us with.

Imagine the beauty in one day, in the unwind. Then imagine the beauty of heaven divine… That’s going to be unfathomably beautiful… 

His perspective is not just in the strands of a feather or sunset together, but very good from the children He loves together with Him.

God’s smores and more will be our delight. His delight? Us…

We are going and coming to Him.

Amen