Tag Archive | Hmmm

Hmmm… Slow Boil

In the age of automatic coffee makers and K-cup brews, I am enjoying a vintage Pyrex glass percolator for my weekend pleasure. The flavor of my favorite grind tastes more intense making it so pleasing to the palate. 
Also pleasing, is watching the slow boil of water as it prepares to push itself through the center stem, splash against the lid then follow gravity through the grounds to a desired strength of brew. It is the adjustment of the burner that keeps the near boil under control in a peaceful flow producing a calm to the soul. Thinking on this process makes me realize a similar action occurs in people I know, even myself, but the result is not an appetizing one. 
Our emotions simmer below the surface and when unchecked explode negativity with sudden volatility over ourselves and anyone in close proximity. Yes, I know how difficult it is to respond verses react to situations. I, too, regret the times I allowed my reactions to splatter their unpleasant taste about. Yet, over time I’ve learned the more I reflect on who my God is and what I read in His word, the easier it is to be a responder. Maybe in time I can learn to give God all control to keep by emotions at a slow boil instead of a raging outburst.

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Hmmm… Amazing Creator

The sun sinks lower along the hillside revealing the frost kissed brilliance of maple and ash. Our Creator is amazing! 
Where is my coffee?

Hmmm… Not Alone

The sinking sun’s rays filter through the wispy white profile with outstretched arm against a pale blue sky. The lone image exudes compassion as it beckons those who see it to come near. 

I love how nature reminds us we are not alone.

Hmmm…The Practice of Giving Thanks

Neglecting the practice of giving thanks has darkened their minds.
~ Sarah Young, Jesus Calling

This I know is true; focusing on the negative is blinding. Following the February death of our parents, I found myself in a blue funk, a gloomy place with little interest in what normally brought pleasure. Yet today, as soft fluffy clouds float across a baby blue sky, nearly naked trees stretch their arms heavenward, and the smell of Mom’s stuffing tickles the nose, I find myself excited with anticipation for the day’s traditions and the making of memories with family and friends.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Hmmm… Clear the Debris

Driving past the family home as gloomy grayish blue clouds dim the brilliance of the autumn leaves, I noticed a piece of garbage in one of the flowerbeds. Making a mental note to stop on my way from work to pick up the unsightly litter, a whispering voice floated through my brain.

What are you doing about the messy state you allowed yourself to be in the last few months? What are you doing about the scattered indifference to the enjoyed interests that once reminded you of Me? I know you are grieving. However, you allow circumstances around you to dictate how you feel and respond.  Wake up! Change your focus. I Am still here. Clear the debris and enjoy Me.

Hmmm… Tangible Reminders

With the popularity of social media and the lack of teaching the social graces, sending greeting cards through the postal service may become a lost art. Do not jump to any conclusions. I appreciate greetings sent electronically just as much. However, there is a different aspect to receiving a folded sheet of card stock with a pretty graphic and printed sentiment. It is a physical expression of one’s love and care.  So, today, this first birthday without a card from Mom and Dad, I will reminisce over my collection of cards received over the years and frequently read Isaiah 43:1-3; tangible reminders I am valuable and not forgotten.

Hmmm… No Night There

Keep thinking of this very old hymn and decided to share. So happy Mom and Dad no longer need to deal with tears, pain, fear and the dark of night. (Revelation 21)

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No Night There | words John R. Clements 1899; music Hart P. Danks

In the land of fadeless day
Lies the city foursquare;
It shall never pass away,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

All the gates of pearl are made,
In the city foursquare;
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

All the gates shall never close
To the city foursquare;
There life’s crystal river flows,
And there is no night there.

Refrain:
God shall wipe away all tears,
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears,
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

There they need no sunshine bright,
In that city foursquare;
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is no night there.