Been blowing kisses lately
Blowing to Daffy who is my very first beauty that finally is warm enough to open-
Blowing to my toooot-toot-toot, Lake Tahoe bird singing under my window-
Blowing to mini meadow and peek-a-boo path my old walking friends finally uncovered from snow-
Blowing to Lovely Lake, who literally last week melted her last patches of winter’s ice-
Other’s are blowing, too.
Today I watched a little boy walk the long path into school blowing kisses to a car stuck in school traffic. He blew and blew and blew with exuberance no matter who was watching. When the car passed I expected to see a woman (a mom) blowing back. But it was a man (a dad) and he was blowing back, his arm out the window, with gusto!
Blow some kisses…
there is so much to love!
my dear ones.
Please hear my words, even though I am tongue-tied
at what I am trying to express to you.
Many years ago, the Savior of the world
suffered and died for you, and me.
It makes my heart broken to think of it.
We celebrate it now, at the beginning of new life called Spring— At Easter.
But what does it all mean, really?
It is so hard to stop and think about it, and truly understand.
It is the most important moment of all existence!
Too bad we don’t really get it!
Put simply, our Heavenly Father adores all of us so much but is so pure and special and holy that we cannot come back home to his presence unless someone who is like HIm and just as pure, takes all of our imperfections and somehow, miraculously transforms our ability to be able to return home and be with that loving Father in Heaven, once again.
Does that mean we were once with Him before….
And somehow in that “before” place there was a plan which was carried through by this precious soul, named Jesus Christ?
That pure soul volunteered to experience every feeling, every problem, every sin, every torture, every illness, every bad choice, every single imperfection that has and will ever exist caused by the fall of Adam then be tortured for us, and then restore our chance by allowing us to have hope to live eternally. Then be Resurrected to show there is life after we die and we CAN live with Heavenly Father once again!
I know sweethearts.
It is hard for me to fully grasp the intensity of it, too.
Perhaps it is too hard.
But if someone saved your life or saved the life of someone you love. what is the best way to show your appreciation and respect for that person? To remember them always. And not only remember them but to try to be like them. And keep trying to learn more about them.
Let’s take it slowly and think of only today since it is the peaceful day after Jesus’ death.
Today is the middle moment, when the tears have been cried out after the agony of the Atonement and Crucifixion represented yesterday. Anger, as the ones who loved Him, must be pushed to a far away moment of grieving.
It is the time to be silent. The time to reflect on that life once inside that empty lifeless body which now has gone.
It is time to work.
It is the last time to respectfully touch and gently clean and prepare that body similar to that time long ago, in a manger when HE first arrived.
It is the last time to kiss and caress, say expressions of affection and to shed a few more tears, to say good-bye…
close the tomb.
Not realizing something WONDERFUL is brewing heavenward.
Today is the day when the spirit of the one who has gone on, lingers quietly around those He loves. His presence is felt in the quiet whispers of mourning, the silent ponderings staring into empty spaces of the soul, in embraces of comfort, in rest from emotional exhaustion.
The work is complete.
The burial is over.
It is time to return back to life and try to make sense of death once again.
To try to live life without someone who has changed your life forever…
exactly in the same way
every single morning opens
Wait, just one more time to visit the burial scene in the early morning to find comfort from the loss.
Where is Jesus Christ?
He shows us HE lives.
The promise is complete.
We have HOPE for eternal life.
What else does this say?
Spiritual Death from the presence of God has been conquered
we can return to live eternally with him once again.
Don’t you see…
Death is not the end of all who die.
Our lives had a purpose long before and has long after this life is done.
We have a Father in Heaven who loves each of us
and waits for us to join him in the heavens!
Sit close my dear ones.
If there is one thing to discover
even though it is difficult to grasp.
Jesus Christ really did this.
And now what we do with this act
of the purest of all love,
up to us!
delight v. 1 please, gratify, satisfy, gladden, cheer, tickle, amuse, entertain, excite, thrill, captivate,entrance, fascinate, relish, revel in, glory in, love, adore, enjoy, appreciate, like, savor, delectation, bliss, charmed, thrilled, enchanted, rapture, tickled pink, tickled to death, happy…
I gave a talk once about DDD (Delight Deficit Disorder)
There is an epidemic!
There is also a cure.
This time of year is the best time to come to grips with it
so healing can be lasting.
It involves a heart attack!
To see what’s deep in there that is creating the deficit.
It involves a “cleanse,” (or two, or three)!
To purge our inside garbage cans.
It involves injections!
It involves partaking of the most lactose fee, gluten free, soy free, whole food, vegan, low carb, pure sugar, low sugar, low sodium, low cholesterol, low fat, natural-soul pure diet which is labeled the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The true meaning of EASTER!
“Behold, my soul delighteth in proving unto my people the truth of the coming of Christ…and all things which have been given of God from the beginning of the world, unto man, are the typifying of him.
And also my soul delighteth in the covenants of the Lord which he hath made to our fathers; yea my soul delighteth in his grace and in his justice, and power, and mercy in the great and eternal plan of deliverance from death.
And my soul delighteth in proving unto my people that save Christ should come all men must perish. For if there be no Christ there be no God: and if there be no God we are not, for there could have been no creation.
But there is a God, and he is Christ, and he cometh in the fulness of his own time.
PHEW! There is a cure for DDD!
REDEEMER OF ISRAEL, OUR ONLY DELIGHT!
Scripture extraced from: (2nd Nephi 11: 4-7) The Book of Mormon
We have become a society of sensationalism!
We are easily bored and distracted.
We are constantly waiting for the rush of a climactic end
that we miss the subtleties in the process which has the ability to alter our lives.
Take magic tricks for example.
The card with the bus drivers signature, who signed it right in front of you is found on top of the Eiffel Tower in France…”Big deal, seen that one before. Do something even better!”
Take the X-games as another example.
A quadroooople back flip, launched off a mile high ramp over alligators, glass, and hot lava…landing it by ending with a kick flip…”Ho Hummmm, Do something more exciting. Didn’t we see that last year!”
What about special effects with movies,
So the first recorded miracle of Jesus Christ could actually be considered the “sleeper miracle.”
“Water to wine? Big Deal! Can’t we buy something now at Wallmart that does that for us…”
Perhaps at the moment it brought a thrill for those who witnessed it, but reading it now is…well…
But wait. Aren’t we told even from Christ himself: “But blessed are your eyes, for they see: and your ears, for they hear. Matt. 13:16 (King James Version)
Do we miss stuff in the scriptures, by waiting for the thrill, keeping our eyes and ears focused so much on the grand finale that we miss parts of the process where perhaps the deeper learning lies.
I stayed a little longer at that long ago wedding feast thinking about this first miracle wanting to see and hear more…
I almost missed that the very first public miracle performed was Jesus Christ serving who?
Not the wedding guests…
AND although we barely even heard tid-bits about Jesus’s childhood except for that short twelve year old incident, something happened to Mary over those years regarding her son. Something powerful and precious. She believed in Him! I believe that is what instigated this miracle. Not that the guests were thirsty!
Mary knew Jesus had the ability to fix this problem and she had confidence in that belief. Confidence in her son!
From her words to the servants, “Whatsover he saith unto you, do it.” (verse 5)
Jesus’s response to her plea to help in this need seems harsh for our time. “Woman, what have I to do with thee? mine hour is not yet come.” But according to the time, the term “Woman” was an endeared word for the respect and honor of one so special as a mother.
And I wonder, in that quick moment that Jesus Christ’s message to us about this first miracle was not just the phenomenon that water was turned right before their eyes into wine for only those disciples to witness, but it was a confidence confirmed between a mother who loved and honored her son to begin what he came to do.
I know it is time Jesus…
I believe in you.
It was then He began his ministry.
“This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth his glory; and his disciples believed on him.” (verse 11)
But before He did, there was a mom who proved her confidence in Him…
From her own words:
“Whatsover he saith unto you, do it.”
Magazine’s, home networks, and electronic sites
encourage us to
declutter, tear down the old, refresh, reorganize…
It is good to do those things.
it feels like your life
is being peeled and scraped off walls
and all the little pieces are put
in the garbage can.
It is strange
that the first photos
sent out of my childhood home
being torn apart
to get ready to
sell is of
my childhood room.
The room that stayed the same…
so all the little children who ever entered
our family home
would have a “toy place.”
Looking at this picture makes me tender!
This paper knows all my secrets–knows me as me.
I was first put in my crib right there with those new butterflies to look at.
My parents kissed me goodnight every single night right there.
I learned to pray kneeling beside my bed there by a yellow bed spread.
I played dress up and lined my bed with all my dolls and stuffed animals right there.
I watch the sun rise through my window and would catch the rays in the dust while lying in my bed next to the white sheen wall paper, with my white doggy, Joey warming my feet, and day dreaming of all things a young girl wishes at different stages of her life…right there.
I heard through that very wall, lined with blue stripes, the last breathes of my mother, barely one year ago as I said good-bye for the last time…
Refreshing is good.
I am sure the freshly painted white walls will look very clean and nice.
And someone soon will walk in that freshly painted space and look all around and make some comment about using it for a gym, or office and not have a clue the spirit and life that grew up in those walls
in that tiny little room!
The garbage truck just pulled away with junk and paper inside…can you hear it.
It is gone!
More letting go…
I will keep inside forever.