Movies I recommend heartily

Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont (one brief unnecessary scene)

Mozart and the Whale

The White Countess

The Whole Wide World

Miss Potter

The Queen

Zelary (adult only)

to be continued.........

Pictures of My Peeps

My Peeps

Recently Ev and I went to Palm Desert to visit with my brother Dave, and his wife Betty. My sister Carla, and her husband Bill flew in from San Francisco. It had been 9 years since the 6 of us had been together and it was a happy reunion. We fell into a routine that was both comfortable and fun! The weather was perfect, the house and area around it was beautiful and we passed the days reminiscing and visiting places like Joshua Tree National Park, where smooth looking rocks were piled high like small foothills. One day we went up the San Jacinto mountain in a swiss tram(with a rotating floor) so we could see all of the views. It was straight up 9,000 feet and a bit scarey I think. On another occasion our leader (Dave,) took us up Sugar Loaf mountain and we had breakfast in a little cafe at the top! In between we took walks, shopped a little, laughed a lot and ate, ate, ate! Almost every night Dave would serve us a drink and we sat around enjoying each others company. Then we settled around the table and ate yummy meals of grilled lamb chops, salmon, and a delish chicken dish that Betty had prepared ahead. We loaded up on Trader Joes goodies and ate lots of granola from Cosco. At 10:00 Dave would get up and go to bed. We, being the followers, would do the same. Our likes and dislikes were all so similar and we were comfortable flowing along together. One of the things I remember about my brother, who is 18 months older than me, is that he is a born leader. We used to call his friends "emmissaries" because they always followed along wherever he went, including me! He was my playmate for the first 7 years of my life and we did everything together. Measles, mumps, chicken pox and the flu. My sister, Carla was the OLDEST sibling and looked up to, like a queen. I was always lucky to get her cast offs since she was the one with the good taste. I admire her more that I can say. Thank God for Betty, Bill and Ev. They were great sports and put up with us patiently. The days we had together sped by and suddenly it was time to leave. Now, almost two weeks later, it seems like it was just a dream. You know?
Incidently, we three couples have been married to each other for a total of 139 years. Wow!

Living Water

Yes I am feeling better and my sodium levels are up. Have you ever heard that one can drink too much water? Maybe here on the earth, but certainly not in the spirit. Living water is a different kind. Jesus Christ is a living person and he desires us to be filled with him to overflowing. I feel as if I am in a holding pattern, like an airplane. I am waiting. I hear him say,"You are not wasting your days for I am not weary and tired. My understanding of you is inscrutable. You are living out my life here on earth and you have my strength, Your physical body may grow weary and tired, stumbling along but I am your strength. Wait! You will experience my strength anew, You will sprout wings and move full of energy and life for my purpose. The purpose for which you have been created, from before the foundation of the earth." So I wait and relish his presence. After all, tomorrow is another day!
Isaiah 40:28
Eph. 1:4
Scarlett O'Hara: Gone With The Wind

On being sick

I have been sick for a couple of weeks with a malady of some kind. It took me to the hospital for a few days due to dehydration and extreme nausea. I am home now and wondering if I am ever going to feel well again. It always feels this way when one is sick. Like, it is the end of this life because it is never going to go away. But, it probably will and I will forget about it. Hmmmm. It is not the best time to be sick, especially since I am not ready for Christmas. But, it looks like Christmas outside! It is in the 20's with snow and sleet. Pretty dramatic since it was in the 70's yesterday and many people were in short sleeves. I snapped a picture out of my patio door just to remember the occasion. It looks bleak. Still, I know that the roots go down deeper in the winter and everything gets a rest. Lord, I rest in you!

Cloud of Witnesses

I have been musing lately about the cloud of witnesses. The ones who have gone before us. The ones who carried the torch on the earth; the life of Jesus Christ in them, outside of the establishment. I am reading a book about a saint named Bakht Singh. I feel a great kinship with him. I know that he is a brother, one of the witnesses. I have a sense of being surrounded by him and the others that make up the cloud, these saints who are kin. They keep me pressing on, moving toward the goal of the high, deep calling of our Lord Jesus. They remind me that my trials and pain are not unique. They are part and parcel of Him inside of us. They are part of his suffering in us, for he is the living one in us. (I once saw someone in a movie move out of his body, and stand apart to look at himself. I was fascinated. The new him was transparent. He left the old him behind.) When I step out of my falleness, I see him as the only one alive. All else is gone. Jesus! I am so happy to be a part of the great cloud. The one that Jesus has come in. More to come as I muse on.......

It's raining!

What? Thunder and lightening? Water coming out of the sky? Yes! It is actually raining. Pour out the water Creator, and rain on my soul, quenching my spirit and overflowing on some other thirsty person.
Rain: isn't is amazing how quickly everything turns green and stands up straighter? The flowers that seemed colorless are becoming vibrant and the sidewalk smells of childhood days. Thank you Lord!

Watering

My main occupation these days is watering. I am the sprinkler system. We have had no rain and the land is panting from dryness and heat. I get up early to turn on the water and stay up late to continue since we are on a 6 to 10:00 time limit. Still the grass looks thirsty and the flowers and plants are pale and eager for the rain.
I usually fly to Seattle or some cool place in the summer to escape the heat, but this year I feel that I must stay and keep the land alive. I am thinking of the seasons and how dry we feel as believers sometimes. Yet I know that the Lord will have his desire and we will once again drink in fresh, flowing water. Meanwhile we wait and keep the ground alive for his sake.

I Am Not I

I Am Not I

I am not I.
I am this one
Living inside me whom I do not see,
Who at times I manage to visit,
And whom at other times I forget;
The one who remains silent when I rail,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who walks in another realm
Where I am not,
The one who remains alive, for I am dead!

(For it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.
And the life that I now live in the flesh,
I live by the faith of the Lord Jesus Christ,
Who loves me and delivered himself up for me!)
Me are a We! A living breathing body.
The body of Christ, living in two realms!