Monday blessing
On Mondays I go to a bike class at 9am. I have to get there by 815 am to sign up and get a bike because it is so popular. So I spend the rest of the 45 min. and sit in the car. I usually read or pray etc. Today, I forgot the book I am reading so I turned on a CD I love to meditate on the Lord to and I was so overwhelmed by him all of a sudden...there are times when he does that...... he makes himself extremely vivid.
A memory of my visit to the ocean popped in my head of my girls and I looking for shells to bring back for friends and collages. I kept scolding my youngest daughter because she kept putting the broken shells in the bucket....."Only the pretty ones" I said, but she said, "I like the broken ones".
Then, I got this mind's eye, panoramic view of a beautiful field and all these broken pots in various stages of being cracked, broken and utterly shattered and I saw Jesus patiently walking among the pots holding the hem of his robe to form a pouch to place them in. This overwhelmed me so intensely I could not stop the tears.....I've never had an issue with crying;I think I have gone months and months without crying. Now, when I just think about the Lord, He reduces me to rubble. I went in to bike class with my sunglasses on, I was so self -conscious of my swollen eyes. This morning's solitude has left me with the impression of pure hope....don't give up, the Geat Tender Potter is not finished.

Praises to my precious Jehovah Shamah, the God who is there, the God who wants the broken ones.

Remembering Good and Noble things …….Philippians 3:8

I found this in a word document I had written the day I found out that Mr. Rogers died (I cried). I grew up glued to Mr. Rogers. I loved him ….my sister would say he bored her and he was probably too low tech for some kids (how sad is that?), but he was so gentle to me, a television fantasy father. I loved the make believe and he and Captain Kangaroo taught me to tie my shoes. I fell in love with him more when I found out he loved classical music and his wife was a concert pianist. I thought I would post this because it reminded me how important it is to live a gentle life of affirmation and deliberate love, to leave this world a melody that would remain in peoples hearts and minds….It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…..

Mr. Roger’s Sparrow song:

“We all have only one life to live on earth and through television we have the choice of encouraging others to demean this life or to cherish it in creative imaginative ways”. Fred Rogers

Things I learned from Mister Rogers:

I am the only one of me in the world
Everyone has something special about them
It is okay to be afraid or angry
Make believe is important
Hang up your sweater
Love and get to know your neighbor
Love yourself
Be gentle
Talk slower
There is a simple make-up song for all the things we experience
Listen
Be curious
Children have dignity