My sentimental journey

An ordinary girl's walk with an extraordinary God.


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Seeds of Promise

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New garden catalogs are arriving in my mailbox brimming with endless possibilities, my eyes drinking in the bounty that could await me. Realizing before you know it sunshine and warm breezes will replace this bitter cold as it bows to a new season. With each turn of the glossy pages I’m practically able to taste the  juicy vine ripe tomatoes, fresh basil  and sweet  strawberries some of our favorites.

Presently cold harsh winds swiftly blow over our barren and bleak garden that at the present moment lacks color and bounty,  However as I examine these vibrant photos, curled up with a steaming cup of a tea and toasty quilt  I’m reminded of the endowment presented in a  tiny seed of promise. Hope planted in my heart not just for my lifeless gardens to one day flourish again, but an assurance that when bitter winds of adversity charge across my soul they will not stay forever. Winter will give way to spring  and spring to summer carrying optimistic seeds of change. Gardens void and bare will rally to natures gentle nudge bursting forth in all their glory,while winter’s severity will become a mere memory. So, it is with our heartaches they too shall mellow with time,  and we will not only survive but thrive with spring in our hearts once more.

“Grant me, O God , the power to see in every rose, eternity.  In every bud , the coming day; In every snow the promised May; In every storm the legacy of rainbows smiling down on me!”  …Virginia Wuerfel
“The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.”  Isaiah 35:1


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A Diamond and Strawberries

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“God’s word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries.” Psalms 19 :10  The Message Bible

When I was growing up back in the day, boy does that make me sound old! Our mom would take my brother and I strawberry  picking.  It was a way for all of us to make some cash during the summer months.   Being young I was given grace of a more  lenient work standard based on my age and capabilities.  My smaller hands would grab the biggest and ripest berries that were easily seen, not always moving the foliage to expose the hidden ripe berries.  The farmers called this “creaming the crop” and they never took kindly to pickers doing this.  So much so, that they checked the rows to make sure this type of harvesting was not happening.  Mother was very  mindful and obedient to the rules, thus she encouraged me to pick my rows properly. Doing  my best to follow mom’s instructions she would  still need to pick the concealed berries that I missed.  Making it harder to fill her crates… more work, less perks $$$.

Fondly remembering her acts of love  added to the same memory of  how sweet and delicious those berries tasted from the vine… way better than store bought!  Loving them so much I’m sure I ate my weight in them each summer.  As an adult  it’s a joy to drive by  fruit stands that sell Hood River strawberries… usually seeing lines of people clamoring for their sweetness. Several years ago making a vow that one day I would pull over and treat myself and family to half of flat of these “seasonal jewels”… perhaps this is the year.

So when I came across Psalms 19:10 last year in the Message Bible my heart was blessed even more, realizing that God’s word is better than the strawberries that eager folks wait to purchase.  Even better than diamonds that sparkle with brilliance and are called  “A girl’s best friend”. What a gift your word is Lord!

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A couple of Saturday’s ago, Vicky our dear friend, brought a bowl of Hood River berries to our Bible study.  We all thoroughly enjoyed their fresh juicy flavor.  Not only would she be feeding our palate with these delicious strawberries, but also was going to feed our spirit’s with Heavenly fruit that is always in season.

Walking away from the study I realized that it’s true… red ripe strawberries of spring do not compare to the sweetness that comes from delighting  in your Holy word.