Sometimes I can’t find the images in my mind when I search online, & it yields some surprising composites :-). In the upper left you see someone with a gloved hand & a tool, prepared to weed. This is not usually how I weed. Usually in the summer it is too hot to go out & work, so as I drive home & see something amiss in my yard (many things are amiss in my yard, I am referring to things glaringly amiss), I just go out & try to fix the obvious. Wearing sandals only, hands ungloved, I reach down & yank the unsightliest of unlovelies. The other day I posted about sitting down on a curb I had scanned for (& found no trace of) ants only to be attacked shortly by a swarm of black ants that found my feet anyway. With this on my mind, today I decided I will only go in & pull just a FEW weeds. However as I walked into my garden, I heard myself saying (out loud – to myself), “Oh no, the toes cannot go where I cannot see!” This has double meaning for me. Perhaps there is something amiss in my psyche, or perhaps as I get older, the filter wears thinner. But I often find myself saying things that have a double meaning & this one caught my attention immediately. No, I rarely go where I plan – life has a way of taking you off course – but at least I try to see ahead…step only where it is “safe.” But have I tried to play life too safe? Ironically, that is never safe at all! Perhaps there is a better way & perhaps it is not too late for me! (PS, try not to look for these “See ‘n Say” “Rorschach” tests of the mind in yourself or others. Perhaps if something blatantly Freudian or clearly double-meaninged slaps you in the face you might take pause. But it is never safe to assume). #Youcallmeoutuponthewatersthegreatunknownwherefeetmayfail (“Oceans” by Hillsong United)
#ifitstrueYouusebrokenthingsthenhereIamLordImallYours(“Broken Things” – Matthew West
#nofilter
#Peoplearestrangewhenyoureastranger (The Doors)
#healingishappening
#inthesubconsciousWheretheWildThingsAre (Maurice Sendak, totally out of context 😉
Category: songs
Just a little time each day to tune our hearts to the Father’s is all we need to move forward. “Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love.” – https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Come_Thou_Fount_of_Every_Blessing