Grains of Sand

Day twenty seven // a green food   See all the amazing photos taken by talented people from all over the world. Head over to Fat Mum Slim for the April 2019 photo a day challenge . Maybe you want to join in the fun yourself!

I was listening to all the birds chattering in the yard. Some were singing, some were chirping and some were saying, "Cheerio!" Then, silence. I looked out the window to find a hawk sitting in the tree. As I wondered what the hawk's next move was going to be, which innocent little bird he was going to try and rouse from it's hiding place, the thought crossed my mind, "Don't be a hawk." I was thinking about things I do that would cause those around me to grow silent and hide. Am I cranky? Are my moods unpredictable? Are my words harsh?  Do I condemn, criticize or constantly correct? No foul language should come from your mouth, but only what is good for building up someone in need, so that it gives grace to those who hear.  And don’t grieve God’s Holy Spirit. You were sealed by him for the day of redemption.  Let all bitterness, anger and wrath, shouting and slander be removed from you, along with all malice.  And be kind and compassionate ...

Spring is here!  On the calendar at least.  With the arrival of spring comes warmer sun, robins in the trees, and flowers.  Or thoughts of flowers.  The snow has been melting, but there are a few stubborn snowbanks that remind me winter is not gone quite yet.  However, that doesn't prevent me from dreaming of flowers in all shapes, sizes and colors. This spring dream I have also comes with the reality of money spent on plants.  Sigh.  So, inspired by a DIY succulent planting event that I participated in, I've decided to try my hand at growing some of the annual flowers I would otherwise buy to fill the containers on my patio. I headed out to my local store to purchase the necessary items and on a warmer day with the sun shining down, I gathered the containers and filled them with soil. Added water and seeds and placed them in the sun. And a few days later, I spy with my little eye... Plants!  Yay! Oh y'all, I ho...

This book has been such an eye opener for me. I loved and hated this book. Loved it and everything in it. I hated it because it pointed to thoughts, actions, words and patterns in myself that needed (and need) to be surrendered. Ok, I must say, I didn't really hate this book. My grandma's voice was just inside my head saying, "You can dislike things, but reserve hate for the devil." I disliked this book only because it's hard to take off that comfortable habit, even though it's for my good. Shannon writes, Maybe you’ve never labelled yourself as “controlling”. But do you erupt in anger when things don’t go according to plan? Or do you melt in anxiety when things slip from your grasp? Are you a perfectionist who obsesses over making everything turn out “right”? These negative behaviors often stem from a deep, underlying desire for control. Control Girl is wonderfully written with lots of real struggles from Shannon and others. I suggest you purchase a ...

Day 18 // jar See all the amazing photos taken by talented people from all over the world. Head over to Fat Mum Slim for the March 2019 photo a day challenge . Maybe you want to join in the fun yourself!

Day 17 // something green See all the amazing photos taken by talented people from all over the world. Head over to Fat Mum Slim for the March 2019 photo a day challenge . Maybe you want to join in the fun yourself!

place [pleys]  noun   :a particular portion of space, whether of definite or indefinite extent.   :space in general This is the place where I put my clothes at the end of the day.  I started this habit when I had my first child.  I quickly realized that having extra clothing close at hand to keep me warm during those late night/early morning feedings was essential.  Through the years this has served me well during all sorts of late night adventures to feed babies, change diapers, soothe a toddler, tame an imagined monster, and hold a sick girl's hair back.  There is nothing colder than sitting with your child on a cold tile floor wearing shorts. I'm in a different season now.  My youngest is 8 and aside from the occasional call for mom, the kids don't need me as much in the wee hours of the morning.  So now, I'm trying to put my clothes in their proper 'away' place at the end of the day.  It seems an easy task to acc...