Flowers

PicMonkey Collage“Earth laughs in flowers.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hey!

I’ve been enjoying the brief moments of sunshine we’ve had over the last few weeks. When the sun’s rays peek out of the clouds, I can’t help but head outside and enjoy them! Remember to slow down long enough to view the beauty around you today.

Blessings,

Mimi

“The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field;” Psalm 103:15 NIV Bible

Spring Language

new leafLike a playful melody,Spring arrives this week. The tune is made more lively by bird gossip as they’ve chittered away during my walks at the park. Each calling out looking for someone to speak their language. Isn’t that what we all long for in some way?

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”  The Secret Garden — Frances Hodgson Burnett

Spring celebrates the fresh, the clean, the new. I’ve been thinking about the dark, the old, and the dingy that the warming rays of sunshine have illuminated. They need the breath of change and a little spring cleaning, too. I’m looking for the things and people that speak my language as I mark another year older.

moss

In my small corner of the world, numerous changes will be taking place in the months to come. And through all those transformations, I’m already looking onward for ways to express and speak my truer voice. To share the language of my soul in fresh, new, and genuine ways.

plant

One of the longings being birthed is to find things and people whose hearts and minds trill with the same callings and expressions of the Father’s native tongue that I have. Does your heart beat likewise?

Blessings,

Mimi

“Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” Hosea 6:3 ESV Bible

Tending the Garden,Tending the Soul

Hey!

I’ve done a little garden tending this week.  The birds were chirping, the wind whispered in the trees as I pulled up weeds, raked, and moved dirt around with my hands. I like this task of caring and tending to the garden.  My mind wanders and begins to soul tend, too.

fleabaneI found weeds blossoming. Pretty, but a nuisance.  I work diligently to keep them away.  Sometimes, poison is required.

I have weeds deep in my soul.  I fool myself into thinking they’re pretty.   As I yanked and pulled those weeds in my garden, the roots held firm into the ground while they broke easily at the base of the stem.  I know that I need a spade to get the remainders out.  Like those in my soul, I know they’re going to require some muscle to remove and if I don’t take care of them, they’ll once again produce and choke out the good I want.

With a little effort and nurturing, the blossoming begins.

clematis 2I removed debris and the suffocating weeds so the plant had the space to freely thrive and bloom.  I tilled at things buried deep inside as I puttered about the yard while persuading attributes of joy, hope, kindness and love to sow in their space within me to bloom like my garden: fresh, clean, and well-tended.

clematisHow does your garden grow?

Blessings,

Mimi

“The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.  You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.”  Isaiah 58:11 NIV Bible