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Friday, November 17, 2017

More on the Plate Than You Can Eat

Lots of food. Delicious, but sometimes the restaurant serving is too large and I bring it home in a take-out box.

Do you ever feel like is like that?  Too much to chew at one time. Where's the box for leftovers? Could we shove some into a refrigerator for a later date?

I'm not just talking about Thanksgiving here. That's a meal we overload our plate. I'm talking day to day living.

Circumstances don't always give us a doggy bag. Sometimes we must finish what's on our plates, all those busy, stressful details, whether we're full or not, like it or not.

About the time I think my plate is ready for the dishwasher, someone piles more food on it, and it's items that must be finished.

You probably feel the same way. Stressed and stuffed.

But we must keep eating.

Remember that old adage? God doesn't give you more than you can handle?  Or in my analogy more on my plate than I can chew.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

I Took A Selfie

After looking at my selfie, I realize I should have started my diet sooner.  With Thanksgiving and Christmas around the corner, I'm in big trouble.

The heroine in this book is a beauty queen but her hubby tells her she's fat and she believes it. She goes into great lengths to be fit and not fat. My hubby never says an unkind thing to me, but I know some who do. We all have days when we feel yucky. Right ladies? We're hard enough on ourselves. We don't need help from others.

Blurb for Clue into Kindness

Georgia loves her husband, Alan. She shows him kindness with actions and words, but Alan responds in a heartless, selfish way. To receive respect and admiration from people, he believes he must have a perfect wife—so he criticizes Georgia at every opportunity—even tells her she’s fat! Alan’s best friend Ken and his wife Jana reassure Georgia that she remains the gorgeous beauty queen she was during her college days. Who will Georgia believe—her friends or the mysterious, handsome stranger who comes into her life?

Circumstances bring a change to Alan’s attitude. But is it too late to save this marriage?

Monday, November 13, 2017

How's Your Bed?



They often display where a relationship stands. Or lies.

Beds are a part of life. Day and Night. Beautiful, made-up beds might show orderliness. No chaos. Neat. Clean. No fuss. No mess. That can be good. 

On the other hand, the classy, beautiful, bed might represent a cold, boring, marriage. One where the partners don't care about delving deeper deeper under the sheets.

Bed, Sheets, Pillows, Bedroom

How about a messy bed? Maybe an untidy arrangement of linens. As if the couple explored all there is to know about each other and loved every minute of it. 

Of course it might be the other way around, They went to bed angry with each other and tossed and turned all night.

Mattresses can be too hard. Too soft. Too squeaky. Too hot. Too cold.  Too lumpy. Too painful. Some of this sound like marriage? If so, you're getting my analogy.

Personally, I prefer a sagging know, the one where the mattress sags in the middle? 

Bed, Heart, Love, Peace, Lie, Honeymoon, Bedroom

I believe a couple can meet in the middle of most issues
 and solve their differences.

You can't solve issues in separate beds.

Marriage takes work.
And a good night's sleep.
With two people sharing the bed.

Break, Rest, Relaxation, Recovery

Goodnight y'all. Sleep tight.

Faith and Humor

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Thank You Veterans

We honor all our service men and women today. Thank you!

In Mattie's Choice, Mattie and her family remember WWI and fear WWII. 
Since those days, other wars have happened.

Gulf Wars.

The statement, "War is hell," described it well, but still the words are inadequate.

The United States has been involved in several conflicts. Before and since Mattie's day.
 Wikipedia has a list.

The sacrifices.

Mr. Tom Moore

I'm thankful for all our veterans, 
but two have a special place in my heart.

I especially thank Mr. Tom Moore. 
A WWII Veteran who was a POW in Germany. 
He left us this past year.

And my dad.
Edward Earl Morton.
He also left us too soon.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

A Bumbling Angel

I was recently asked this question. Why do you believe readers will love your work?

Wow! Interesting question! Back in the day, I was struggling to understand my brand—my marketing tag. I asked a group of authors what I was known for and the overwhelming answers were, “Faith and Humor.” Bingo! That’s what I enjoy, and I believe my readers do too.  I write for the Christian audience, and I'm thankful my fans tell me they like what I offer. 

My new book,  a historical novel, Mattie’s Choice,  doesn’t have much humor but Mattie and her friend, Ella,  both live with a lot of faith. There were times during the Great Depression when faith was all they had. I sprinkled humor in the book too, but Mattie is more of a thought-provoking read. 

Mattie’s Choice is the first book I ever wrote, but it’s not the first one to be published.

Sarah: A Mission of Love has the honor of being my first published work. Sarah, a bumbling angel, is whimsical and fantasy. She’s also funny. God gifted me with a generous sense of humor, and Sarah makes my readers laugh out loud. My husband often hears me chuckle as I write of Sarah’s goofs and he says, “What’s Sarah done now?”

The idea of a dyslexic, bumbling, chaotic, angel came to me out of the blue. Or was it a God thing? I believe He had a lot to do with it. I relate to her blunders. My first year in Houston, I had nine wrecks. Yes, you read correctly. Nine. They weren’t funny at the time, well, some were.

One morning I drove my car into a body shop with the passenger side caved in. The man fixed it and returned it. A few weeks later, I wheeled my vehicle in a second time. Identical scenario—the passenger side crumpled again—the car appeared as it had in its previous condition. 

The manager scratched his head, “Ma’am, may I ask you a question?” 

I nodded.  

“Where did you learn to drive?” His eyes were the size of salad plates.

I sort of learned to drive after that. Until we moved from Houston, that is.

A few years after the body shop incidents, my husband was called as senior pastor to a Baptist Church in Central Texas. We’d been in the county seat town for two weeks when a group of people outside the town invited me to speak at a nightly Bible study. I wrote down the directions to the country location and left early. I’m always lost. I give myself time to make wrong turns. Or have wrecks.

In the heart of town, I read where I was to go left.

Uh-oh! You’re not gonna believe this, but as a brand-new citizen, right then and there, I stranded my car on a railroad track in the middle of that city. Yep. I did. Well, it was dark. Does that count? I thought it was a street when I signaled and turned. Boy! Was I surprised. It wasn’t a road at all—it was a choo-choo track.  

What was I to do? I drove forward, backward, nothing, nada, zip. I was stuck. I jumped out, left the car and ran to the nearby police station. I tried to be calm as I reported what I’d done. The officer was also calm when he said, “We could have a major fire if that coming engine plows into your car.” 

I bit my nails as I waited for him to notify train officials. I imagined the newspapers across the country with the headline. “Pastor’s Wife Burns Down Texas Town.”

While I waited, I did what most wives do, I called my husband. He didn’t say much. He’s used to it.

 An officer took me back to the scene of my almost crime. As we exited the patrol car, my husband, two additional police cars and a wrecker converged on the scene in chorus. My husband exited his car, gazed at mine, and then turned to the officer, “Sir, did you test her to see if she’d been drinking?”

I left him with the damages, hopped into his car, and made the meeting. I was late, but I got there. I was the talk of the town for days. I was just happy I wasn’t the toast of the town. Literally.

“Poopty doopty.” That’s one of Sarah’s favorite phrases. It’s a nicer phrase than a string of naughty expressions, don’t you think?  I use it often.

Many of Sarah’s incidents actually happened to me.

In Mattie’s Choice, a historical novel, many of the incidents occurred to family members. Authors write what we know. Sometimes the events are humorous, and sometimes they are sad. I don’t know the number of fans I have, but I believe they all enjoy Sarah. Mattie’s Choice is a serious offering from me. I think they will like it too. 

Faith and Humor. That’s me.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Will I or Won't I Decorate?

By this time every year, I have my house decorated for the fall season. 

Trick or treaters at Halloween often comment on my hall tree.

Alas. Oh Woe. I'm not going to put up Thanksgiving decor this year.  Sad, right? Well, to me, it is. I love my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. 

We've been too busy to decorate. We're moving our daughter from Austin to Columbus, Texas and getting her house ready to sell. The painter is coming Saturday, and we still have stuff to move.

These are sad days for my family, but we continue to express gratitude for the blessings we have. Now to be honest, we're looking under rocks to find those blessings, but they are there.

I'm sure many of you have been in this spot. We love our families and we are prone to grief when illness and death comes. Depression can be a close companion. And sadness honors no holidays.

My scarecrows will appear next year.  They'll remain in the attic for now.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

An Amazing Fan


I love them. They make air go around.
There's all kinds. 
Old ones. 
New ones

Ceiling ones

Hand-held ones. 

Ladies carried pretty ones in purses.

These fans were seen often in churches as preachers dripped sweat and yelled out sermons. Perhaps they thought the hot weather needed a loud lecture.  Men used a sturdier variety.

They wafted the air with one provided by a local business and usually left in it in the pew, ready to use the next Sunday.

People are fans.

 Groups gather to cheer for a team.

 I have a big fan. 

She buys my books and sends them to me to sign.
Even encloses a self-stamped addressed envelope.

She's bought and sent me every paper back novel I've ever written. I'm always thrilled to have someone want my autograph.

That's my favorite kind of fan.

Meet Dawn Heitman Southard

I wish I had more just like her. She's a special lady.

She included a little poem in the package.

It's finally arrived
And I'm ready to read
As soon as you sign
I'll be happy indeed.

She sent Mattie's Choice

Thanks Dawn. You are a true inspiration. 

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Astros Brought Title to Houston!

Can you believe the 2017 World Series?

Sorry Dodger fans. Your guys were amazing, but you've won the title before. Houston hasn't. 

Until now!!!

Hubby and I wish we could have won it back in the day when Houston was in the National League. But hey, we'll take it now that the Astro's are in the American League.

In one of my books, I have the heroine and hero attending a game at Minute Maid. The KissCam features them and they share their first kiss. The guy, William, wants the KissCam to return so he has an excuse to kiss Bonnie, the lady, again. Isn't that just like a man? They'll manufacture all sorts of ploys to get their arms around a beautiful woman.

I love going to Minute Maid. It's fun and exciting. We've enjoyed many games there. Several of the team players have found their way into my books. My editor wondered if the women readers would like to read about baseball stars.  I said, "You kidding? Most of us do. If we don't follow the game, we can admire and imagine the athletic bodies." She laughed and included the guys.

A double wedding? Was it possible? 

The Superiors want Jessica and Robert to marry, but they throw in a twist--while seeing to their wedding, Sarah, Heaven’s Little Love Angel, must also find a mate for Bonnie, Jessica’s mom. Her orders are to bring about the two weddings simultaneously. Can Sarah pull it off? Or will her clumsiness destroy two romances in one shot?

Here's a review.


Reviewed by Tshombye K. Ware for Readers' Favorite

Sarah and the Double Wedding Woes by Gay N. Lewis is about an angel's task to bring romance to a selected group of people. Sarah, the angel, is faced with a heavenly assignment. After completing missions of relationships in the past, her new task is finding a match for Jessica's mom. The charge seems difficult, counting the fact that Sarah is still working the ins and outs of Jessica and Robert's romance, which will falter if Bonne, Jessica's mother, doesn't find a companion. After talking with her close friend, Gabriella, Sarah musters up the courage to tackle her heavenly task.

Where to begin. Overall, this is a wonderful story of romance. I loved it. The characters are so believable. The portrayal of Sarah, the angel, was wonderfully done and her personality was captivating. Her eagerness to help in any way she can forced me to continue reading, just to see what she will do next. I started reading and couldn't stop until I finished it. This is one of those books where you become lost in the creative story. It is written in such a way that one may think they're watching a movie or reading a screenplay.

Some Christian fiction books are drowned in doctrine and can make a reader cringe with the "continuous preaching." This book is nowhere near that category. The angel characters add hope, knowing that our lives are being governed and watched from "The Heavenlies." From the beginning to the end, Sarah put a smile on my face. The ending will not only satisfy you, but also will compel you to grab the author's next book. I would recommend this book to everyone who loves inspirational stories of clean romance. You'll even be delighted to see an elderly woman run like a cheetah. Sarah is a character that will stay with you long after you finish this book.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Odd and Ends

I'm featured on Fay Lamb's Newsletter today. I hope you'll stop by and read what I had to say.

I've also written an article for The Texas Hill Country. You'll find it here. Columbus, Texas is an old, small, Texas county seat town. I visit that city often.  It's a good place to take a vacation or a day trip.

Our daughter is quite ill and we found a lovely assisted living place for her in Columbus. We moved her there this past Monday. This sweet city is about 45 minutes from us. We'll be able to oversee  her easier now. Austin was 2.5 hours away. 

We spent this past Monday and Tuesday settling our daughter into the new place. She was upset and cried. She'd received a great shock.  I understand how she feels. I also was astounded at the treatment she received this past Friday. We had to jump through hoops to move her out of her own house. It's one thing when a sick person doesn't receive good care from a provider, but the emotional hurt from a best friend's betrayal is far worse. I think she'll get good care now. 

After leaving Columbus late yesterday afternoon, we went to a neighbor's house to watch the Astro game. Unfortunately, the Houston Astros lost to the Los Angeles Dodgers.  I'm hoping Houston wins tonight. It's  the final game of the World Series. 

Our neighborhood hostess who'd invited us over loves Halloween, and last night was Trick or Treat time. Her house was decorated with black cats. Stuffed, artificial cats were everywhere! She doesn't have real ones. 

The wonderful thing about her cat figurines is that they don't poop all over the house. I wouldn't allow an animal to do that, but I know someone who did. I saw it recently.  Is that normal? I know dogs can be trained to go outside. Do most cat owners allow cats to poop wherever they please?  I see litter boxes advertised, but I've never owned a cat, so I don't know what's normal. I think going inside on a whim from an animal is nasty and unhealthy, but that's just me. 

I'm sorry I haven't been writing more uplifting blogs these days, and we all need heartwarming and inspirational tidbits. I needed to vent my frustration on my last couple of blogs, and I thank you for listening. 

We're all going through something in our everyday lives. In my book, Mattie's Choice, kind Mattie lived with her share of heartache but came thorough with flying colors. She'll be my inspiration for today!

 Stay tuned. I promise to bring more humor and inspiration in future blogs.  In the meantime, check out all the links I've noted on today's blog feature.

See you tomorrow!

Sunday, October 29, 2017

When the Bad Cancels the Good

It doesn't take long.

I can go along doing good deeds.  Being thoughtful. Trying my best to help others

Then BOOM!

I do or say one thing that cancels any good I did. Then I feel awful. And alone in the boat. 

I'm certain you've felt that way at times too, so I'm relieved I'm not in this canoe by myself. You know the one I'm talking about? The ship that takes you out to a stormy sea by way of bad deeds?

It happens to most of us. Well, not hubby. He's a good, kind and patient man.  Not me. 

Not the people I saw this weekend. That  group won the weekly crown for ungodly behavior. I wonder which one or ones of us will earn it this next week?

I'm not to judge. I know. I hear you saying that. I'm not judging, but I'm fruit inspecting. 

This pictured banana was good before it turned bad. People can do the same. Like a banana. Overnight.

Noble people can do dastardly deeds. Sometimes it's only one that goes off the expected path and acts weird. Other times, it's a group.  It can be debated if the conspiring team this past weekend had good intentions or not. They thought they did.

One bad deed canceled out all the good, at least to my way of thinking. And they'd done a mountain of good. Indescribable kindnesses. Amazing acts of generosity. Heaps of volunteered time. In one stroke, they helped one and hurt others. Was it worth it? I suppose it was to them. Only God knows the answer to that question. In my opinion, it was a blunder. A situation handled poorly. 

We all can goof. Each one of us is capable of revoking any virtue we've done. Scary, right?

A bad deed, intentional or unintentional has consequences. Here and in the life to follow.  I'll get to heaven because of the Cross, not my works. Thank the Lord. 
Now here's the thing. Any rewards I might have earned in this life may be terminated when the scale tips in favor of the negative actions I've generated below. God can terminate blessings here in the present, or He can say, "Sorry, you're here with Me now, but all the good stuff you did below is cancelled for rewards in my heaven. You blundered with a few bad actions down there."

I could defend myself and say, "But in that incident You're talking about, I didn't sin. I didn't break a Commandment."

And then I might hear, "Yes, but you hurt innocent people with faulty decisions."


So where's the lesson in this? I'm talking about the one bad deed canceling the good thingy.

Lesson number one:  Think carefully.  

Don't say, "I've prayed about this and feel it's the best." Baloney. God gets accused for actions He didn't authorize. If you want out of a situation, find alternative ways to bring it about without hurting the innocent.

Lesson number two:  Bad actions can annul good deeds.

People in the Bible found this to be true. So do we contemporary people.  

The verse in my header is from Colossians 3:17.  It reads:

Whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to the Father through Him.

Oops! I sometimes forget to do my deeds in the name of the Lord Jesus. How about you? And if I do something, I better make sure it's what He wants.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Forty Days or Forty Years?

I've been impatient? You?

Does impatience lead to anger? 

It can. At least it has with me at times.

I was speaking to a group the other day and English is their second language. I wrote the word IMPATIENT on the board. That was my topic.

Two hands went up.

"What does that word mean?"

(Interesting, I shouldn't take it for granted that everyone in an audience knows each word, especially when their heart language is something other than English)

I defined the word. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, the definition is this:

restless or short of temper especially under irritation, delay, or opposition

 And then we went on with our discussion. I wanted us to come up with ways to handle frustrations. So we discussed two brothers. Aaron and Moses.

Moses spent 40 days on the mountain receiving the Ten Commandments. Meantime, Arron was below making a golden calf. God gave consequences to the people following this incident. 

Why in the world did Aaron do this dastardly deed? 

He grew impatient with the people for whining and complaining, and after 40 days of it, he gave up and gave in to their demands. Didn't take him long, right? 

He suffered no direct, immediate consequence for his cowardly act, but his two sons later died. Here's another thing. Aaron didn't enter the Promised Land. Was his  life difficult due to simple, ordinary events that happen to each of us, or were his tragedies due to disobedience from impatience and anger?

His brother, Moses led the grumbling people 40 years and then his impatience and anger got the better of him. God told him to speak to a rock and water would gush forth. Instead he struck it with his staff. God said, "That's a no-no. You will see the Promised Land, but you will not enter."

For one, Aaron, it only took him 40 days to lose patience. Moses was longer suffering. It took him 40 years.

Was it their anger and impatience that led to consequences?

I believe the penalties were due to their actions.

Deeds produce the problem. Emotions that lead to deeds cause heartache.

Which of the brothers do you relate to? I'm not as patient as Moses, so unfortunately, I identify more with Aaron. 

Sunday, October 22, 2017


"Now go, lead the people to the place I spoke of, and my angel will go before you....I will send an angel before you...But I will not go with you, because you are a stiff necked people...." Exodus 32:34. 33:2.

Moses was up on the mountain receiving the Ten Commandments. Meanwhile, below, Aaron was making a golden calf.

Guess what? God wasn't happy.

Moses interceded for the people, and God, because He is kind and merciful, elected to forgive the forgetful, faithless group.

The crowd chose to disobey. God chose to forgive. But God said there would be consequences.

God had been the Leader from the get-go. He'd been in the cloud by day and the fire by night. The actions of the people caused Him to change His mind about His presence. He wouldn't go with them, but He'd send His angel to go before them.

Sad, right? They missed their Divine Blessing. The Presence of God. 

God, in His mercy, gave them an alternative, an angel.

I love angels. I write about them. I'm thrilled to have them in my life.  I know they are with me. They do God's bidding, but they aren't the real deal. 

He is!

Who leads you today? God? His angel? 

I hope we all stay in His Presence, but when we fail, and we do, I'm relieved He sends His angels.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Funny Bloopers: Editors Needed.

As the pastor of a local church entered the pulpit he was handed a note to be read to the congregation. The note said, "Mark Anderson having gone to sea, his wife desires the prayers of the congregation for his safety."
The pastor picked up the slip and read aloud, "Mark Anderson having just gone to see his wife, desires the prayers of the congregation for his safety." 
From the Clean Joke Book, Bob Phillips, Harvest House Publishers, pg. 141 

Maybe the preacher didn't have his reading glasses on. On the other hand, perhaps the note writer wrote the note without a comma after the word "sea."

Here's a few bloopers to appear in church bulletins. 

  1. Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be speaking tonight at Calvary Methodist. Come hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa.
  2. Applications are now being accepted for 2 year-old nursery workers.
  3. If you would like to make a donation, fill out a form, enclose a check, and drip in the collection basket.
  4. The rosebud on the altar this morning is to announce the birth of David Alan Belzer, the sin of Reverend and Mrs. Julius Belzer.
  5. The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare’s Hamlet in the church basement on Friday at 7 p.m. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.
  6. Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person(s) you want remembered.
  7. Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.
  8. A song fest was hell at the Methodist church Wednesday.
  9. Ushers will eat latecomers.
  10. Potluck supper and medication to follow.

Now you know why we writers need editors.

I have 16 books on Amazon and I'm grateful to all the editors who have worked with me. I send each of them a big thank you. They make my work better.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Old Joke

Photo courtesy of Pixabay

Here's an old joke to start the day.

Little girl:  Mother, you know that vase you said had been handed down from generation to generation?

Mother:  Yes.

Little girl:  Well, this generation just dropped it.-- 
The All-New Clean Joke Book by Bob Phillips, Harvest House Publishers, page 64

Let's smile at that,  and admire that innocent face, but on a serious note, keep this in mind.

How sad it is when one generation drops the morals, scruples, and ideals of the previous generation. I'm thinking of the virtuous mores of past peoples. Marriage. Babies born into a two parent home. Life commitments. Church. Patriotism. God and Country. That sort of thing.

Do you see a movement away from those past standards?

I guess it depends on which generation you're in whether you see it or not. 

Ask the former generation and find out what their fathers learned, for we were born only yesterday and know nothing and our days on earth are but a shadow.--Job:-8-9. NIV.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Demand Sexual harassment Stop

Have you read Mattie's story yet?

Women are more fortunate today.

But women still experience harassment and abuse. We still have a long way to go to get this behavior stopped, even with our own husbands.  In what way are we equal? How does a woman keep her independence, intelligence, and be Biblically submissive?Churches debate over the teaching of submission. How far is too far? Society in Mattie's Day thought it okay for a woman to be raped or sexually mistreated. "Just don't tell. Keep the family secrets." Today's headlines reveal the mores in Mattie's Day continue to thrive. Come on, ladies and gentleman, let's change things. No woman or child should live in fear and put up with abuse.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Empty hands

No one is to appear before me empty-handed.
 --Exodus 24: 20. NIV

I read God's words to Moses this morning and thought, Whoa! Then I looked at my hands. 

When the time comes to say hello to God, face-to-face, what will be in my hands?

Oh, don't get me wrong, I know I can't take anything with me, but what have I given to Him that I'm leaving behind? Have my hands been a blessing to others?

What is an important legacy? One that God smiles over and blesses?

We'll all have different answers. Children, ministry, jobs, good deeds, support of pastor and church, talents, etc. I'm sure various ideas come to your mind as you read this. 

But are those the "things" that God really wants?

The Psalmist, King David, was wealthy and powerful. He was a talented dude too with lots of "things" to hand to God, and he brought multitudes of offerings to the Lord. He preferred sacrifices that cost him something. He made once this statement:

But the king replied to Araunah, "No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing." So David bought the threshing floor and the oxen and paid fifty shekels of silver for them.--2 Samuel 24-24.

Hmmm. I wonder if I've surrendered anything that truly cost me something. That "something" could be time, money, talent, even life itself. I give offerings, but how much real expenditure is in them? Have I really, ever given up something I wanted to keep? A gift I couldn't live without? Have I given an artifact or asset that cost me an enormous submission?

That's kinda like the age old debate, "How much goodness is enough?"

David expressed the true sacrifice that pleases God in Psalm 51:16-17:

You do not delight in sacrifice, or would bring it. You do not take pleasure in brunt offerings. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart. O God, you will not despise.

Ah ha! Now I know the gift that pleases God the most. What He wants to see in my hands is my heart.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Weeds Ruin the Beauty

I walk by a rock garden when I tread the neighborhood. The garden was once beautiful. Roses. Large stones. Little pebbles. An assortment of small colorful flowers. I don't garden, so I don't know their names, but they were pretty.

The weeds took over. No more beauty.

How quickly those weeds grew. Before I knew it, they'd ruined a tranquil sight.

As I passed by today, I stopped and photographed the garden. Like the garden, my mind gets full of similar weeds at times. How about yours?

We go along, thinking our thoughts, taking care of daily activities, and then BOOM!

Weeds control our thoughts and actions. Ugly weeds.

What kind of weeds do you have today?  I'll tell you a few of mine, but please keep them a secret, OK?


Yep.  I'm fearful about stuff coming my way. Our daughter is ill, and decisions must be made. I don't like it one bit. I also dread with mucho anxiety what the outcome will be. 


This weed is small at the moment. That's because I yank it up and throw it out, but it grows back. Who do I feel angry toward? Mostly circumstances I can't control. Big whooop on that one, right? If I can't control something, why be mad? I pull that weed up often.


This one is small too, but it also grows back. I sometimes resent circumstances that keep me tied down. 

I have notes taped to my desk. Here one I wrote in a Sarah book, and because it spoke to me, I taped it near as a reminder.

"Sarah," Mother Goodness smiled, "Don't look below at the circumstances. Look above to the Father."

Good advice, right? So, I need to stop looking below at the fear, anger or resentment about things down here I can't control.

I remind myself that Someone bigger than me is the Master Gardener, and He's got the landscape planned. I'm just the weed remover.