Monday, June 19
My husband is walking with me this morning. Before we reach the end of our driveway, he is three steps ahead of me. I am a slow starter. I manage to catch up, and we are now walking stride for stride and side by side. After the rains of last night (five inches in a short period of time) the warm morning sun beats down upon us, and we stroll along in companionable silence. As we continue, it suddenly dawns on me that we are walking side by side only because he has gradually shortened his stride and slowed his step. Nothing has been said between us; he had just adjusted to my pace. And there is the lesson of the day-marriage advice in a morning walk. It occurs to me that this is much of the success of our 50 years together. If only those young people just starting the walk down the aisle could comprehend early in their married life that timing is important. Sometimes he has walked ahead and I have struggled to keep up, but I did struggle! In other situations, I have charged on, and it has been necessary for him to step up his pace. It’s the caring that we walk together that has made the difference. When I have time, I am going to give examples and make this an article. Comments are welcome. To those married readers-IT’S MORE FUN WHEN YOU WALK TOGETHER!
Sunday, June 4
Monday, June4, 2006 Always a rainbow behind the clouds. Just sharing the beauty of God's handiwork. The Mission Mountain Range before a storm. The discussion question recently on Writers View 2(an on-line group ) was to discuss Writing Conferences and our response to them. This group is for beginning to intermediate writers and is always uplifting and encouraging to me. I have learned so much from the members of both groups, but have never felt I was "good" enough to take part in the discussions. These people are "pros" or they seem to have had more experiences than I have. However, this morning I decided to jump right in :-) Knowing that all who read ClellasCorner are not a member of this group I decided to share. I realize this does not interest the non-writer, but the main thought is PRAY. And then I realize this should interest us no matter what we do. Prayer is the answer. It seems the longer I live the more I pray. It would seem you would get better at it as time goes on,but in my case I just realize each day how much I need God's help for anything I do. The "pray without ceasing" admonition has become my motto. God is so good to me that I must spend so much time just thanking Him for the blessings of the day and then someone gets sick (yesterday it was my little granddaughter) and I must go to Him for peace and healing. Before I realize it someone in the church is in trouble spiritually or physically or mentally and I need to talk to God about them because who else can we turn to. So on and on it goes and the day is over and it is time for rest and he gives it to me every night.There is a saying someplace about "giving your cares to God before you sleep because He is going to be up anyway" :-) And I do try to do that. Once I go to bed I usually have very little trouble sleeping, but I do try to keep my lines to God open by continuous prayer...I can see His hand in all my life from the smallest of details in the day to the overall of the sixty-nine years I have lived.I would encourage you to go to His Word and then to prayer