Happy Monday

      Today has been one of those days that are just good. I found out this morning that I got the summer job that I had applied for a couple months ago and had given up on getting. I cut up sweet and juicy pineapple and strawberries.  I went back to visit my student teaching class of fourth graders. I baked a cake and hugged a baby. Oh sweet summer! Happy Monday.

"“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”~Ray Bradbury

The Songs

     Your life is a song. A song that is just you. The notes and melody are uniquely yours. This song dances through every moment of your life with sharps and flats, accidentals and grace notes. It is your song. As I have been thinking about our lives and the music they create, I began to think about how when we share our lives with others, the individual melodies begin to blend and harmonize creating an entirely new piece. Thus, each relationship has a unique song all its own. There are songs of love and songs of friendship and family. Songs of shared moments and common ground.
    My song has blended with many different ones over the course of my life. Friendships that have been short and sweet, little musicals that only play for a time, and others that continue on, filling the air with music. Sometimes, melodies that you would never put together by choice somehow begin to intertwine and something beautiful comes from the unexpected. A new song that no one would have thought of.
     Your song does not necessarily remain static either. As you grow and change, the melody of you swells and grows. There is always a common thread, a repeating motif that holds the very essence of you, but the notes and tempo may, on occasion, change. That is why it is so beautiful. The music is always flowing and changing. Always you but always new.
     The wonderful thing about sharing life with people is that sometimes, the good in others rubs off on us. Our song begins to take on a small piece of another's song. Thus, even when you are alone, there is a piece of the other with you. So today, start to realize the beauty, not only of your song, but also the songs of the people in your life. And most importantly, listen for and enjoy the unique songs of your friendships, your marriage, your family. Happy Friday

"Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die." ~Paul Simon

Today

      Today is beautiful. I woke up this morning to grey skies and rain. And then, the sun began to make an appearance. I'm sitting outside on my steps next to my lovely garden. Which in my case is 5 pots of green plants, flowers and pinwheels that make me smile.  The sun is shining overhead and the warm sunshine is dancing with the sweet coolness of the morning morning breeze. The lovely splish, splash of left over rain running down the eves mingles with the music I have playing. Oh and the birds just decided to add to the song. Happy Tuesday.

"Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul." ~Luther Burbank

The Wheel

     Have you ever dealt with fear? It can be like a giant wad of knotted string that, try as you might, you can never seem to find the end of. Fear has a way of getting in your face and consuming all that is good. It occurred to me the other day that fear is like being on a hamster wheel. You run and run, trying to figure the fear out or at least get away from it. Yet, no matter how fast you run, it is a never ending circle that takes you no where and wears you out. 
     Sometimes when you are running on this wheel, your heart might catch a glimmer of truth. It's a gentle whisper urging you to simply step off the wheel and you will be free. And this sounds to good to be true but before you know it, fear chimes in and says that if you step off, all will be lost. It tells you that staying on the wheel is the only way. And sadly, we all to often buy into that lie. For as unpleasant as running the wheel is, the thought of all being lost is even scarier. And so, we keep running. Trying to out run the fear or at least come to a place that makes sense. We wear ourselves down, going on nothing but fear and feeling empty and hopeless lacking all peace and joy. And every once in a while, truth gently whispers, "Just step off, it will be okay." Your heart longs to do just that, but fear raises its head and you feel helpless to everything. You feel you must keep running.
      But my friend, Hope is there. Joy and peace are waiting. The beautiful world you see blurring by you as you run is waiting for you. The terrible gut wrenching fear that you are doomed unless you keep running, that is the lie. And, if you get the courage to step off the wheel, you will find that the fear that was driving you so hard is nothing more than a tiny wheel in a cage.
     We all struggle with fear at different times, but the One who gave us life doesn't want that for us. I know that for myself I have to make a choice every single day. I have to choose whether or not I'm going to trust in Him or step on that wheel. Sadly, I often make the wrong choice. But there is always hope and the promise of a new day. So today, step off the wheel. Enjoy your life. The One who loves you more than you will ever know is waiting. Trust Him. Have a great day.

Isaiah 41:10
"fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

College

     It finally happened. The last day of school came and I sit here now, having turned everything in and said good by to my student teaching class. It is so crazy to think about the fact that I am actually done with school. That my days of being a college student are over. I can remember my first day of college. I was technically still a senior in high school taking a couple post secondary classes, but it was a big day. I was 17 and so excited.  I got my student ID picture taken and shyly watched all the goings on. I met some awesome people that day, people who are still a part of my life today. Now today,  7 years later(1 year of PSEO, 5 years of full time classes and one year off), I come to the end of this adventure. As I fold up my college years and put them away, I know that they hold memories that I will always be fond of. I will always think about choir and smile and the times spent in the student center doing everything but my homework. The small bookstore where so many stories and moments were shared. Times spent in the dorm hallway laughing over coffee and being silly.
     So as I pack up this adventure I want to say thank you to all the people who helped me through it.  To my Mom who proof read so many papers and my Dad who put up with my tears as I tried to figure out loans and paper work. To the friends who let me pour out my woes and who in turn made it all fun. And to my husband who encouraged me constantly and patiently got me through countless homework meltdowns.
      So, I say my goodbyes to college life and hello to whatever tomorrow holds.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”~Elenore Roosevelt

Music

     What do you think of when you hear the word music? There must be a million different answers to that question. Music has been a big part of life around here lately. Instruments are frequently picked up, notes strummed and voices blended. Fingers are getting calloused and fun is had.
     Music is a lot like life. Sometimes we hit the wrong notes, need to be tuned or just can't seem to find the right key, but it's also fun and beautiful. Life, like music, often holds way more potential than we tap into. So often I sit down at the piano and play what my fingers know, but there is so much more music within both my hands and the piano, if only it could find a way out. Life and music hold the ability to be stretched and built upon. Life is flowing with ups and downs and so is music. Music is full of facets and different sides and so is life. From the deepest of bases to the most lilting soprano, the sounds twist and dance themselves into a symphony and that is life. Have a lovely afternoon.

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
 ~Victor Hugo

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” ~Aldous Huxley

My Home

     My home is small, tiny actually. A little side apartment in a old yellow house. There are two bedrooms, a kitchen in the corner and a living room. A house with a tiny table for two and musical instruments for many more. And today, there are 10 people packed in. Camp chairs are out, cookies are being baked in the kitchen and music is being made. The guitar strums, the ukulele hums and voices soar. Life is beautiful. So today, I hope that your home is full of good things no matter how big or small it may be. Happy Sunday.

"The home should be the treasure chest of living." ~Le Corbusier 

The Invitation

     Today I got something in the mail. I received an official invitation to something that I have recently been getting rather excited about. It was an invitation to my college graduation. That's right I am finally graduating. It's been almost six years since I started my first official year of college seven if you want to count the few post secondary classes I took my senior year of high school. So many stories were written during these years. I grew up.
     After my first year, I took a year off. I got on a plane all by myself and headed out on a grand adventure. I went to Namibia were I spent five months, met a group of truly amazing people and made some pretty cool stories. I pet a lion, got stitches in my head, swam in the ocean and decided what I wanted to go to school for.
     It was also during this year that my family grew when my parents decided to adopt the sweetest little brown eyed girl, who I dubbed my "Sugar Baby."
    After this I came back and set my mind on finishing school. I went on choir tours, made amazing friends and studied hours of my life away. I had a unique summer job three years running that involved trucks, steel toed boots and a stop sign. I took the next big step when I decided to move way up North to finish my degree at a small state college.
     I took some fun classes and some that I couldn't wait to get through. I met even more amazing people, including the love of my life. I got married, started my own home with my husband and learned how to cook.
     And that invitation that I received in the mail is so much more than an invitation to a graduation ceremony. It is the invitation to all that comes next.

"It looks like the future is really bright." ~ Michael P. Anderson

Spring Time

     It's here once again... Spring. The sun was warm on my head yesterday as I walked through the newly formed puddles. There is just something about Spring. It comes every year, and yet, time and again, I am filled with the wonder of it. Spring wakes up the sun so that he can begin to dance and spread his warmth with every turn. Spring brings the rippling song of snow melting into puddles, Spring brings the birds back home to sing their happy songs. Spring brings baby goats and maple syrup. Spring brings a sense of joy that seems to appear with the flowers and fill our hearts and souls with color. Spring brings hope and excitement. And Spring is truly a reminder of grace. So today, let the beauty of Spring overtake you. Breathe in deep and let the hope, joy, peace and grace of the Creator of Spring fill you up to the very brim. Happy Wednesday.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12
"For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land."

"Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'" ~Robin Williams

“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.”~Virgil Kraft

The Bad Dream

       Early this morning, I had a terrible dream. The pain felt real, I was in distress and I called out in my sleep. Then, the love of my life put his arms around me and told me to wake up, that it was only a dream. I could still feel the twinges of fear, but in that moment when he woke me up, I knew that it was nothing more than a bad dream.
        As I lay there thinking about this, something occurred to me. So often in life, fear and doubt creep in. They tell you things that fill your heart with dread and make you want to crawl under the blankets and hide. Then, just when you feel like you can not take it another minute, something extraordinary happens. The One who breaths life into our very souls, wraps His arms around you and tells you to open your eyes.
       He holds you close and whispers, rest in my love, the fear is just a bad dream. But like so many bad dreams the fear and doubt seem so very real and suffocating. You wonder how you will possibly make it through. And yet, when you give the fear and doubt over to the One who holds your heart, you suddenly realize that you are alright and that there are so many beautiful dreams just waiting for you.
     So, wherever you are in life right now. Rest in His arms, let His love saturate your soul and allow the beautiful dreams a place in your heart. Happy Friday.


John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid."

Winter

      Winter is one of the those times of year that I have a love hate/relationship with. Every year as Fall comes to an end, I wait with anticipation for that first beautiful snow fall. And then, one day it finally happens and everything is so lovely. Snow is everywhere, the air is crisp and winter is fun. Then, as the months drag on and the temperature starts to plunge into the negative regions of January, Winter and I take a turn in our relationship. It's really all one sided. Winter seems to love me because I get tired of it and tell it to go away and it patiently continues on. The problem is that I get tired of the cold and the cold and generally the cold. I begin dreaming of the day when I can run out to the mailbox without dressing for the arctic. And then, just when I am about to tell Winter that I am done with him, he goes and does something to redeem himself. For example, yesterday I woke up to the most beautiful sight. Winter had snuck in and painted the world in its own unique pallet of whites and sparkles. The trees were adorned in millions of crystals and the sun was out to play. And my heart swells with the joy and beauty of it. And really, winter has a lot of redeeming qualities. Ice skating, sledding, ski lift rides, broom ball and strategically placed snow balls.  So, there you have it. Enjoy the snow.

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
 ~John Steinbeck