Weeds – East Texas – July 2021

13 That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake. Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore. Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. Whoever has ears, let them hear.”
Matthew 13: 1-9


So many weeds.

Into the earth I plunged the fork-ed tool grateful that the dirt is not rock-hard. We had a small shower yesterday which must have softened and loosened it a bit. Pulling weeds is and interesting task. If you have done it much in your lifetime you come to recognize the names of your weeds. There may be nutgrass, spurge and dollarweed to name a few regulars. There might be morning glory and dandelion or even the newest scourges Virginia buttonweed and basketgrass. None of these are friendlies. In my estimation they simply have no useful place in the beautiful flora of God’s nature, yet here they are. My chosen task for this day is to eradicate them. One always hopes this eradication is a once and for all mission with no need to repeat.

Again I plunge into the dirt order to liberate another undesirable. I press the opening between the fork at the base of the weed and twist. The roots are wrapped around the forks with the circular motion of the twist and withdrawn from the surrounding soil. In a moment the weed is lifted with most of the dirt which once anchored and nourished it left behind. Success! And on I move to the next cluster. Over and over I perform these actions of plunge, twist, pull. Delighted to see the fruit of my effort I continue on until either I win and finish the flowerbed or the heat of this August day stops me too soon. Today, I win and am happy to cast a glance out the back windows an my handiwork of today.

It could be that this sounds like an accomplishment and it is, but there is much to consider here. Things of life find a way to teach lessons if only one listens, hears, sees, senses, feels the messages which are cast by God into the places which speak to us, on our level, in ways we can understand. Today, weeding tells the story.

You see my friend, like the seed which is planted in rich soil, given proper care and bearing well for its owner so the seed which is planted in weedy or rocky soil and is little or unattended bears little more than arduous toil and heartache.

My flowerbed is no exception.

Why do you suppose I know the weeds by name? Why do you think that I have this great little forked tool? Why do I know the nuances of it effective handling? Why am I aware of the difficulties of removing weeds from certain soil? The answer? Because my beds have been unattended often and for far too long.

Does this sound familiar? How are yours? Weedy and rocky or well cared for and nourished.

Dear one, the application to my life has not gone unnoticed. Yes, the flowerbed of my heart is in trouble – maybe not today or tomorrow but probably the next because I simply cannot escape this life’s realities. I put the wrong things on the wrong list of priorities and the balance no long balances. However do I press the reset button? First, I must want to. Be ready, it is not and easy task but take heart, we have a routing tool, and we have a perfect gardener!

Beloved, which weeds trouble you? Is there a weed of unforgiveness afoot? Are you cultivating a temptation which is way beyond your handling or even imagination? Does the root of bitterness or anger or envy or malice or, or, or …seek to steal your joy, your peace, your kind spirit or patience or any good and righteous fruit known to the Holy Spirit of God? Of course they do if they are planted, nourished, cared for, watered. These weeds grow just as strongly as those which would be offering you good food to eat were they the cultivars. But perhaps you did not plant these since who in the world plants weeds? But I am here to tell you that they creep in and if unnoticed are cultivated as if they were the sensible choice for a proper garden.

Oh, let us walk together to a new place. Hold my hand that we may make a new garden planted by streams of living water, pruned by the trained hand of the vinedresser, nourished by him who feeds the five thousand with two loaves and five fishes. Let us eat from it at its peak and to our fullest delight. Oh let us come to the Lord of Lords with thanksgiving and nevermore plant a weed but instead relinquish our rights to those weeds and toss them into the fire whence they had come. When we do, Let us come into His presence with thanksgiving and His courts with praise. Let us come before the Lord our Maker for He has plunged His righteous right hand into the abyss of our hearts and twisted and turned until the unwanted is removed and the righteous is restored. His precious Word will check and restore with the continuous balance only it can provide. And His name, God, I AM will be praised and Jesus, His Son will be glorified in your life and mine forevermore. May it be so!

I love you dearly,

95 Oh come, let us sing to the Lord;
    let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving;
    let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
For the Lord is a great God,
    and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth;
    the heights of the mountains are his also.
The sea is his, for he made it,
    and his hands formed the dry land.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
    let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
For he is our God,
    and we are the people of his pasture,
    and the sheep of his hand.

Wildflower – East Texas – July 2021

Almost Full

Just a lovely East Texas Sky in August 2020 from my phone camera.
So inspiring with the naked eye! God did GOOD when He designed eyes!!!
Makes me smile!

The sky in East Texas can be wide with clarity and beauty paralleled by little – ahem – says the Texan. (ok to smile here or even disagree, but it’s my perspective which I share) So, my love, wherever you are, let the expanse of God’s creation make you think, help you see and make you small and safe in His hand. Let Job 38 or Psalm 19 open your understanding of His awestriking Power, His knee-bending Majesty, His heralding Glory, His wisdom and lovingkindness that you may just rejoice in being called, “My child” by the Master of the Universe and join Him in remembrance at His table. May He bless your quest!

Almost Full
August 3, 2020

Earth’s own moon;
Solar System’s Venus-Girl;
Milky Way’s Aldebaran;
God’s own universe; adored.  

Touched by the Master,
Loved by the Son;
Blessed by the Spirit;
Holy Three in One.

His Table of grace,
Prepared for thee, 
In Him is no falter 
Boundless mercy’s sweet feat.

A light for the darkness;
A hand for the lame;
A footstep in kindness;
Life never the same.

 Filled, now. 

I love you…

June’s Photo Foray; a poem

Because, life is, well—at times just Life. I pray you will find something more here today!

Love is Messy!
Sometimes sour grapes;
Sometimes rotting way too fast!
Sometimes the raisin is too late.
Ripped and pummeled,
Tattered and torn;
Caught in a vortex,
confused; just worn.
Ready to give in,
Knocked down by life’s storm.
Not one thing right;
seems there’s no norm.
Look yon for beauty;
See, up close,
it is at hand;
In the royal purple flower;
And fruit,
of our God’s land;
Come and look, you lovely maiden,
bring your friend and near him stand;
He’ll hold you up to the Father,
Lest you fall into the sand.
He has a secret and he will tell you…
Jesus knows and He commands!

He was beaten and was broken
for all the ills and the strife;
See, He lay there, beside you,
Loving; He died for your new life.
So precious One, upturn your face,
to see Him fully in His Right,
Lace you fingers in His only,
intertwine them oh, so tight!
Although you’re broken, shattered, smitten,
Fear Not! His Name’s upon you in the night.
His dance is with you;
His love is for you.
He smiles upon you with all His might!
And I happen to love you, too…

P.S. Dear Reading Friends, I’ve replaced a few photos, specifically the selphies. I while back I had changed my profile photo in hopes to reduce the number of inappropriate comments that were attempted. It worked. A friend reminded me of this and gently admonished a change. I have a wise, kind friend. I hope these new ones suffice. God bless you as your traverse the waters of everyday life as one redeemed by the blood of Jesus and deeply loved by him. In him we have life and have it to the full! …and, I do love you…! -Couldn’t resist saying it one more time. After all, how many times is really enough?!?!?

I’ve Got My Eye on You

“I’ve got my eye on you. June 15, 2021

Bug in My Garden
my photo 6/15/21

Up he buzzed alighting,
quickly under the blade.
What is this bug,
that my garden did invade?
Unexpected, unwelcome,
with black gleaming gaze;
We stared at each other,
in querying daze.

Friend or foe?
I do not know–
But a message he came to share.
“I’ve got me eye on you!” he said;
“Just look at me, Look at me(!) if you have a care.
Look into my eyes-“
–What an insidious glare.

I hovered,
and then hear;
as I shivered, He spoke threat to me;
His word was, “Beware!”
and I knew he was saying,
I’ve got – my eye on you.

“my eye on you,” ha!
You’re. Not. My. LORD!
Then I stop, aghast;
Are you the Master of Discord?
The Master of Ventures
I might have adored—?
Master of Sheol
Who in Jesus I abhor?

As I quivered,
I cried;
“your eye on me” reprise;
is meant only to bring despair;
Stooped and nauseous,
the word’s echoing refrain,
drove home truth,
to my sickly dizzying brain.

WHO are you bug hiding there,
Under the leaf of new grain?
Why do you watch? Why do you wait?
What do you look for in vain?
What do you want of me?
For all resolve to drain?
For all decisiveness in truth ;
Do you this disdain?

Come into the light!
Let. Me. See;
Come let me know you;
What horror you be!

You masquerade;
You hide by day;
Your deeds unveiling
as I PRAY!!!

Oh, Holy Jesus;
Come between us,
Let not Destroyer’s
Eye demean us.

Hide my weakness in your strong hand,
Hold my lowliness to your heart
I cry to You –  Holy Righteous Spirit
In Jesus Name, “Satan, DEPART!”

I hear the whisper; the still small voice,
Putting out the fiery dart;
“I’ve got MY eye on you.
I love you with ALL of MY heart.
I AM your armor, pure and righteous
From you I’LL never depart.
Call on me in your time of trouble
ALL evil, I thwart!”

Sweet words of Jesus,
Coming to heal us;
Living within us;
Blessing upon us.

Away, away buzzed this creature, alas
who said to me once more,
with sneer and sniveling guttural laugh;
“I’ve got – my eye – on you!”



Just so you know, this true and real experience yesterday was a little earie. Perhaps it provides a reminder for us all to recognize that what we may be cultivating in our lives may or may not be of God, the One True Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The evil one awaits the times when our guard is down and is sly, ever so sly.

I love you…dear One!
Jesus loves you so much more!

Tale of the Weeping Wisp

Ephesians 1

“Spent” – a rosebud – March 2021

Tale of the Weeping Wisp
8/13/18 (photo inspiration)

Standing tall on solid ground,
Roots unseen hold fast;
My True Love is here in morning dew
Though sadness this day is found.

Love so dear, NOT letting You go,
In You Living Water flows deep.
I worry no more that my hand may slip,
Though my head is bending low.

I am Yours to have and to hold each day,
Every step ordained by grace.
It is You who keep grasp; at helm mercy directs,
I look up from this prayer to The Way.

Always Jesus’ sweet mercy that saves,
When Satan’s tempest threatens to drown;
“Look to ME; lift Your face,” says the King of Kings,
“I hold you; no weeping; THIS is GRACE!”

You are so dearly loved…

Isaiah 53:5


2 Peter 1:3

Calla Lily – my yard – May 2021


Brother-Sister; kindred minds,
Bloom on the rock of grace;
Thence the auspice of glory divine
in the presence of mercy’s own face.

Little one stands in the shade of protection;
Strong one gives shield; girds in belt of truth
Little one hovers close, cloaked in prayer’s conviction;
Strong one keeping vigil; sword loosed.

Beautiful flowers; alike and not at all,
Identity tightly woven by blood and by might;
Grow side by side in providence’ timed call,
Blessing, comforting; loving, teaching; touching, changing – by sight.

Time cannot speak it, brother-sister’ the next
Whence cometh life’s journey to end;
Know certain and well when all seems to perplex;
Brother-Sister it is you He doth send!

So again, I will say, “Go now, likened heart,
Shower gifts too fine for words on your world.
Standing still or all about, from Precious Word ne’er depart
But cast richly, His love lavish, in completeness unfurled.”

Then walk together Brother-Sister; into eternity;
Joy awaits!

I love you…

My God Who Answers

Matthew 6:10

A Bloom Blessing – A late blooming Calla lily – May 2021

My God Who Answers

O Breath of Joy;
O Song of Praise;
in endless refrain
our voices raise.

O tear lastly wept;
O Touch of Peace;
of Promise kindly kept;
Dear Descant so sweet.

O Love so Precious;
O Jesus; Ah, Savior;
at eternity’s gate,
in Your arms forever.

O, my God who Answers,
Thy Will be done;
Sweet Jesus Redeemer
secure on Your throne.

May it be always so;
Once more must be sung;
O, my God Who Answers,
Thy Will be done!

I love you…

Poppy Study 2

Psalm 139

First bloom; first love; first song; first … my yard, May 2021

Poppy Study 2
(a song: named for its inspiration; a beautiful poppy with up-lifted petals…my friend’s photograph)

I lift my hands to You,
I lift my heart to sing Your praise;
You hold me in your arms,
when I am weak.

My eyes look to You to LORD,
You are in every living place;
Your beauty graces me,
My breath it takes.

You turn me to You LORD,
You look upon my feeble frame;
You peer into my heart,
In You freed from shame.

You know my destiny,
You are the God who prepared the way;
Not one escapes Your sight,

I’m looking to You LORD,
I stand before Your throne of grace;
No condemnation there,
I fall down on my face.

You take my hand in yours
You lift me from the mire and waste;
You wash and clothe me LORD,
Redemption takes its place.

Dear One… I wish I could sing and play this for you. One day I will.

I love you,
Jesus loves you most. Consider His gift. I have none with which to compare.

Lay Hold of Hope

Yellow Shrimp Plant – a Mother’s Day gift from Mark – May 2021

Lay Hold of Hope
4/14/2020 SLG

Lay hold of hope; it is better than a wish;
Better than the touch of two lovers’ first kiss;
Better than the moonlight on her hair.

Lay grasp on hope; it is more than a thought;
Better than fine chocolate or fine wine’s delicate draught;
Better than his tender caress.

You may think it not, but think it not with your head,
Think with heart, think with sense, think with soul;
Think with Spirit of One who made life instead;
Think with the graciousness of faith’s gift as goal.

Lay your being on hope; it is promise come true;
Precious confidence in Him who gave His all for you;
Precious mercy and grace in the body of One …

Lay your life on this Hope; It is His body and blood;
Precious Jesus’ life given; His blood shed for our good;
Precious mercy and grace, fulfilled in God’s Son.

Lay hold of Hope!

I love you…

Psalm 130

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!
2 O Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my pleas for mercy!

3 If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
O Lord, who could stand?
4 But with you there is forgiveness,
that you may be feared.

5 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
6 my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.

7 O Israel, hope in the Lord!
For with the Lord there is steadfast love,
and with him is plentiful redemption.
8 And he will redeem Israel
from all his iniquities.

Many Muches

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

“Searching for Answers” – Opening Gerbera Bloom – #survivedtheArcticfreeze albeit in the greenhouse, but “much” did NOT! The opened bloom is white in color and beautiful. May 2021

Many Muches

Much thinking in little time;
Much said in little space;
Much thoughtlessness in careless words;
Much, spoken in much haste.

Much work to do …

Much for which to be thankful;
Much to wish were … different;
Much which is challenging;
Much, selfishness apparent and here.

Much choice to make …

Much indecisiveness among some;
Much life being lived as life ebbs away;
Much mercy needed. Much mercy given;
Much Jesus required and received…

Much love shared! Grace, oh sweet grace –
Much undeserved kindness – in mercy; only hope-

Much to tell …