Friends are like rose petals, some fall to the ground fading with time or distance, some petals are vibrant, full of life, full of color and fragrance. The thing about rose petals, like friends, new or old, they are never forgotten.
I began this blog for you, my friends and family, and whomever else might find their way here. The intention was to communicate to the women of my Church and beyond to family and friends across the country. That still is my purpose over nine years later. The writing is at times sporadic, but for whatever reason, I have not been able to close down Jody Lynne. (my middle name for those new to my site.)
Rarely are roses personally purchased, but given to a loved one on an anniversary, Valentine’s Day or other special occasions. The memories remain of flowers given in love, much like each friend I have made over many years.
With all this in mind, I want to say this Thanksgiving season, how filled with joy and thanksgiving for the gift of all you in my life. Some I know well, others I want to know better, I hope you like coffee or tea! I am reminded daily to not take life for granted, not take people for granted. 2017 has been a year of trying to live each moment intentionally, not forgetting all those rose petals God has put in my life. Whether new or a beautiful vintage shade, I am thankful for each one of you.
I’ve spent many years looking out the kitchen window. Some views better than others, some in the country, some in the suburbs and some in the city. I first learned to wash dishes without a dishwasher standing at my mom’s farmhouse sink with my sisters, one who usually had something she urgently needed to do when it was time to dry the dishes.
Making today count by being thankful for what a day brings, even if the sun isn’t shining…yet. French press coffee, a favorite coffee mug, green plants in the window, using a Christmas gift from a daughter, a spring dish towel and…
….a new way to practice hospitality
A gift from a dear friend who knew how much I love to bake and share with others. I spy a banana that needs to be used for banana bread!!
I’ve often wondered what it is that makes me want to go to the kitchen, Why I Love to Bake, explains it all.
“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.”Walt Whitman
Sweeter words have not been heard for a struggling, unbalanced writer.
I really miss reading your blog.
Those five words were the push I needed to hear to get me back to this space today. There are oodles of reasons why I have been silent. If you could see my brain and open my chest to see the pathways my heart is taking these days, you would understand why I struggle to get words flowing out of these fingertips. John Piper put it so well in the following quote about writing advice
There is the impulse to write, not only to learn and not only to create something beautiful or interesting or compelling, but also the impulse to instruct and awaken and delight and transform people into obedient worshippers of Christ. When this impulse takes hold of a person, he is experiencing a call from God to write. (5 Pieces of Writing Advice…)
I’ve often said I can not, not write. I don’t know if that is grammatically correct, but I have the impulse to write. I have a prayer journal, random pieces of paper on my desk and kitchen counter and recently I’ve added a wedding journal, so pen and paper are some of my best friends. The neglect of writing at Jody Lynne is a result of a well run dry because of grief that keeps knocking at my door, making plans for a future wedding celebration of one of our daughters and the arrival of a baby which my son and daughter-in-law will greet this summer, making me a grandmother for the first time. Add keeping up with a 16 year old at my age, an active church and family life. Much needed quiet time has been the result of up and down emotions, needing to re-fuel. The beginning of 2016 brought many reasons to rejoice and to weep with those who weep.
But today, with the encouragement to press on, I am going to do just that. I am reaching forward, running to the One who keeps this soul on track.
Brothers(and sisters), I do not consider myself to have taken hold of it(being fully mature), But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and reaching forward to what is ahead, I pursue as my goal the prize promised by God’s heavenly call in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14
And thanks to the person, you know who you are, whose words were spoken at just the right time.
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver. Proverbs 25:11