Today . . . cold but a sweet day!!!
Thanks to a phone call from a very special lady - friend, I was able to deliver a Christmas gift ON TIME!!! Thanks AC!!!
Well . . . Adriana has a place in my heart since working along side of her for a year and bonding in a way I will always treasure! She lives here in the states but grew up on Sao Paulo, Brazil. Where another special girl that lived with us in the late 90's is also from.
Well . . . I have been praying for Adriana and her husband Joseph for quite some time. They both are special to my heart for MANY reasons and today seeing her (your) B E A U TIFUL face again and quickly talking reminded me - how much I LOVE her among other special people. In Her room she had a special sink for our Kindergartners and every time I was there washing my hands with her scented Bath and Body soap, little does she know I would literally pray for her and her husband for multiple things. Every time I would wash or even smell that fragrance (Fig & brown sugar) I would pray for their home, families, and well personal things. Many things took place that year that I still sit in awe of!
We eventually; towards the end of the year, had every lunch together & came back to her room to eat together, discuss, laugh, be serious and sometimes I even surprised her with 3 cd's full of music from Brazil . . . which I still listen to even though I have NO IDEA what it is saying in Portuguese - Hahahahaha.
Well . . . a few years later, I found a similar fragrance that I love and thought of her for Christmas. I hoped that she may have a sink at her new building that she is located at, teaching first graders with her flare. :-) I wanted to go in on our last day of school before Christmas Break and share it with her. Thanks to a phone call last night I discovered that "Friday is her last day because she is going HOME" Which her family (parents and sister) live in Sao Paulo, it became necessary to stop by NOW before she left. Off we went . . . Kent took me over and waited very patiently while I delivered her pray bottled gift; :-) I was allowed in her room, handed her the gift and cried a few tears of JOY! She was even going over her morning routine which she had ready for them. It was sweet- memories of our 180 something mornings we shared together as staff. So now Adriana has that recent favorite fragrance (pomegranate) and every time I use the one in my home I will continue to pray for her and her husband in more ways than one while she has the same fragrance sitting in one of her rooms of her life!
A friend from Brazil, a friend for Life, and one - I pray for continually will some day be answered for all eternity! ;-)
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Do NOT be Afraid
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
John 14:27
John 14:27
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Wind
The wind blows wherever it pleases. I Love my memories of the effects of wind for the most part in my life; literally, figuratively and spiritually. A great mental photograph replay frequently in the deep recess of my past that may be somewhat dusty or filled with old cob webs. The Attic of my mind develops hues of unfocused thoughts but like in the dark room under the red light, chemicals, a pan, the "tongs", a line etc. all ready to reproduce the image. The effects, results are just absolutely breath taking and etched permanently; like the moment a picture shows up on the photo paper with an image.
What image or images? The wind . . . but one can not "see" it literally but feel the gentleness across the cheeks. The hair wafting along your face and the fragrances that go deeper than just the "smell" but into a canvas soaking up each stroke. Blow wind blow.
Forty minutes, on the inner state, music blaring, windows rolled down, the deep auburn hint of tint in the brunette curls slapping the face teasingly with laughter of what could be a moment of pure day dreaming. The air seems thinner as the altitude is climbing to Boulder Valley. Ahhhhh a pay phone (now but a snapshot of the past) just awaiting the immediate halt from the squealing braked tires creating a dust forming a film like a new applied paint coat to the tiny roller skate of a vehicle that used to look sky pale blue. A memory that began an incredible walk of life for me.
The climb past the waterfalls where the tiny breeze blows droplets across the face like a glistening mist to the point that one wonders if it is an imaginary film of a damp dew or perspiration from getting this far. The pine trees deep sent wave all about as the tree tops seem to sway with a rocking motion back and forth, back and forth, side to side almost hypnotic. The limbs bend while the wind gently blows as if waving like human arms swaying at concert during an on core during that concert. The wind whispers sweet messages to my soul, my thoughts, a time of being still to LISTEN to the wind.
What about the effects of a breeze like in a slow motion picture to create an ethereal almost magical moment that emphasises a point - again effects of the wind. Or how about a sauntering walk when the snow falls from the sky so gentle then when behind the wheel of an automobile everything turns into a picture perfect star burst when one is driving almost looking like being caught in a time travel event from sci-fi. Effects of the wind. Or how about dust devils so small that you giggle as a child and wonder. But when it turns into a twister the adrenaline rushes for safety. Again effects from and of the wind.
Lastly the effect of the Holy Spirit that has blown through my soul, every cell, me. The wind gentle when necessary and other times with huge tsunami effects. WOW!
John 3:8
What image or images? The wind . . . but one can not "see" it literally but feel the gentleness across the cheeks. The hair wafting along your face and the fragrances that go deeper than just the "smell" but into a canvas soaking up each stroke. Blow wind blow.
Forty minutes, on the inner state, music blaring, windows rolled down, the deep auburn hint of tint in the brunette curls slapping the face teasingly with laughter of what could be a moment of pure day dreaming. The air seems thinner as the altitude is climbing to Boulder Valley. Ahhhhh a pay phone (now but a snapshot of the past) just awaiting the immediate halt from the squealing braked tires creating a dust forming a film like a new applied paint coat to the tiny roller skate of a vehicle that used to look sky pale blue. A memory that began an incredible walk of life for me.
The climb past the waterfalls where the tiny breeze blows droplets across the face like a glistening mist to the point that one wonders if it is an imaginary film of a damp dew or perspiration from getting this far. The pine trees deep sent wave all about as the tree tops seem to sway with a rocking motion back and forth, back and forth, side to side almost hypnotic. The limbs bend while the wind gently blows as if waving like human arms swaying at concert during an on core during that concert. The wind whispers sweet messages to my soul, my thoughts, a time of being still to LISTEN to the wind.
What about the effects of a breeze like in a slow motion picture to create an ethereal almost magical moment that emphasises a point - again effects of the wind. Or how about a sauntering walk when the snow falls from the sky so gentle then when behind the wheel of an automobile everything turns into a picture perfect star burst when one is driving almost looking like being caught in a time travel event from sci-fi. Effects of the wind. Or how about dust devils so small that you giggle as a child and wonder. But when it turns into a twister the adrenaline rushes for safety. Again effects from and of the wind.
Lastly the effect of the Holy Spirit that has blown through my soul, every cell, me. The wind gentle when necessary and other times with huge tsunami effects. WOW!
John 3:8
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