Prodigal

What I learned this Sunday at St. John's Episcopal Church in New Braunfels TX.  Prodigal doesn't mean what I thought it means.  The prodigal son wasn't the lost son who came home but the lavish living son who came home.  My oh my does that not change things.  I never really new what prodigal meant.

Definition of prodigal

adjective

• 1spending money or using resources freely and recklessly; wastefully extravagant:
  

• 2having or giving something on a lavish scale:
  

noun

• a person who spends money in a recklessly extravagant way:
  
  
  
  
  • (also prodigal son or daughter) a person who leaves home to lead a prodigal life but later makes a repentant return.

    [with biblical allusion to the parable in Luke 15:11–32]

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

Did You Fear It?

Did you see it?

Did you fear it?

Surely not the lady

She was 80!

It must have been

In her eyes

The fear replaced by 

forgiveness or peace.

It was

Our Lord's Arms holding 

The Lady in his arms

The comfort she found

Did you see it?

Did you fear?

It could be yours

If you had only known

She could have led you to it.

I pray you find it.

The Voices

This isn't an I hear voices post, but a voices post.  I can't explain what it is, but some peoples voices have the ability to bring me up or slam me down.  Anyone know what I mean?  Weird, I know.  Paisley, at three has a feel good voice.  She can brighten my day by talking even if she isn't talking to me.  Her voice makes me smile.  Jasmine's voice is a voice that hesitates, is thoughtful, and is keeping something back, more often than not a laugh.  Know what I mean.  They are genuine. They haven't learned to beguile or exploit, or manipulate.

This and That

This is a busy month, getting ready for Larkin's birthday; by that I mean, what to get her, she is turning into a beautiful young lady.  Fifth grade, but so grown up.  Getting ready for Thanksgiving, looking and waiting to see if we will get the apartment in NB, making our list and checking it twice for Christmas.  One other thing I did was start my Thankful posts on facebook.  What I realized doing that was that I am a think and physically write kind of person.  Not that I can't type and think, like now, but I think better if I write it down.

I am not going to have a computer or a TV in the apartment.  I am going to have paper and pens and lots and lots of books, and hold in your hands newspapers.  But only local newspapers.  The national news in print or on air have lost their honestness and creditability this year.  Maybe it has been happening for awhile and they just this year slipped past my level, but trust is no longer there.  News shouldn't be worried about ratings, but about the truth.

What does inspire?

What inspires me this morning is gospel music, it wakes me up and makes me feel good.  Music in is a picker upper for me.  I just finished The Beautiful Mystery and learned from reading this that the Gregorian Monks were the first to start writing music down.  God is everywhere and if you don't believe that then get a copy of John Ortberg's Who Is This Man and read this short history of exactly where he is.  Lest we forget it started as a speck in the middle east.  Never doubt he is the most important man ALIVE today.  He lives in each of us.  He has touched and is touching each of us.  We just need to seek.  Take the time; you won't regret it.

By the way it was Matt Redman and 10,000 Reasons I am listening to.

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Do you ever Wonder?

What Inspires?

What Drives Desire?

Do you ever Wonder?

It's been awhile, forgot my password and reset and forgot it again.  Grandkids started school and now I have more time during the day.  Not that I watched them everyday--but they kept me busy anyway.

I am so proud of all of them.  Jasmine is looking more grown up everyday, and beautiful, Paisley is coming into her own, and told me today that Michael was Jasmine's Daddy and Amanda was her Mommy.  When I told her Michael was her Daddy too and Amanda was Jasmine's Mommy also, she was OH! Who knows what kids think.

Larking, Bo's  daughter, is in 5th Grade--has Mr. Summers, loves to read.  Daegan his son has already made an impress on Mrs. Summer's.  Let's see if his winning smile works on her.  Echo, born July 10, has grown by leaps and bounds.  She can sleep through anything.  I love watching her and Bo is head over heels for her.  Bo is a wonderful father to all the kids and I think a great husband.  He has a good sense of humor and is learning patience.  He and Grady usually meet at the barn/workshop and talk and it makes me feel good to look out the window and see them and the kids out there.

I love life, love my family, love my friends.