cynicism

dear emily,

many people in our great land are disappointed this morning.   they worry
about the rights of the most vulnerable, unborn children.    they have been
called misers, when secretly they give tremendous amounts of their income
to help the poor and needy . . .  before they give a huge chunk to the
government.

many more citizens are ecstatic.   they have a champion for gay marriage,
reproductive rights, and government assistance to the poor and needy.    they
see hope for the underdog and justice for the down trodden.   i understand
their joy.

the community i worry about are the cynics, the ones who believe that we
are all motivated by self interest.    they don't trust our sincerity or our
integrity.   they are suspicious, pessimistic, and fatalistic.    they poke fun at
our hurt and deride our happiness.  "first of all, you must understand that in
the last days scoffers will come . . ."   2 peter 3:3

i would rather have hope.

love,
lea

"hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our
hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us."  romans 5:5

how many scrolls?

dear emily,

once upon a time, in a faraway land, people used to read real life books.   we
would lift the tome, feel its leather binding, open the beautiful cover, and
bury ourselves inside.  in those days, someone might say, "david copperfield
is 974 blissful pages long."

but now iPhone/iPad readers say, "the short story is 12 scrolls."

that sort of reminds me of the time Jesus walked into the synagogue in
nazareth and stood up to read the scroll.

google image

"unrolling it, He found the place where it is written:
the Spirit of the Lord is on me, because He has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor. . . "  luke 4:18

is there really anything new under the sun?

love,
lea

to tea or not to tea

dear emily,

i just visited one of my favorite blogs, darcie's special blend, and enjoyed
her ode to tea.   the ritual and decorum of tea drinking is such a soothing
tradition.    heating the water, measuring the tea leaves, adding lemon,
honey, or milk, and gently resting the spoon in the saucer is an act of love
for many.   if you pour the special brew into gorgeous antique china cups,
tea lovers are over the moon.

my mother in law used to host the sweetest tea parties for her grandchildren,
serving apple juice in tiny beatrix potter china.   she made delicious paper
thin  cookies with a giant pecan on top.   it took all my self control not to
gobble them all up.

as tasty as tea is,  i just like coffee better.   give me a heavy mug with a
smooth lip, then fill it with rich, dark joe.   if  you add a dollop of cream,
vanilla paste, and raw sugar, you will have to call the pound to get rid of me.

just make sure they have a strong cage.

love,
lea

"and hope does not disappoint us, because God has POURED out His love
into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us."  romans 5:5

ps.   personalized sketches and my friend ronda roush both won my giveaway!

my eyes were dry

dear emily,

i was studying the scriptures to encourage a young woman who asked me to
be her titus 2:4 older woman.   when i was young, there were only one or two
older women available for that, and i desperately needed the mentoring.

while flipping the pages of my bible back and forth, the Spirit of God
descended, and i was undone.   that hasn't happened in a while . . .  and that
shows the state of my crusty heart . . .  which demonstrates His mercy.

again.

how long has it been since you felt the Lord's presence wash over you?   it's
better than the sweetest honey on the comb or the finest wine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyxoqHBkwqY

love,
lea

" . . . I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of
flesh . . . they will be My people, and I will be their God."  ezekiel 11:19

super fun give away

dear emily,

some friends have invented the most ingenious device!   i only wish someone
had invented it when my kiddos were babies.   i bought a dozen to give as
baby presents.   the young inventor has put all "his eggs" in this basket, and it
would be so great to help them out some more.

the super cute little straps keep carseat straps to the side for MUCH easier
placement of the baby.   no hunting around for them!    i love them so much
that i want to give away a pair to YOU.  

if you comment, your name goes in the basket once.  
if you look at the video and comment, you get twice as many chances.  
if you repost this at your blog, you get a FOR SURE 'side kick!'

http://www.shortstackjack.com/

check out the website and let me know if you're interested!

love,
lea

ps.  heck, i'll probably give away a pair for a funny joke.

london

dear emily,

ok, back to our trip!   we flew from florence to london, landing just 20
minutes after our youngest and her best friend.   hailey and hunter were
a little wobbly after their transatlantic coach flight.   while i was jabbering
excitedly about italy, hailey closed her eyes for a second and then fell
dead sleep in a nanosecond.

our hotel was beautiful, but the girls' room was not ready, so they crashed
on our bed.   while they were snoozing (snoring), the receptionist called
to say she would like to treat the girls to a penthouse suite, at no extra
charge.

hunter & hailey in our normal room

hans put his hand over the phone and asked, "have you ever heard of a girl
named bianca or reanna?"

"rihanna????"

apparently, she had stayed in the same 'room' a few days before.   if you
don't know who that is, google her.   that's what hans had to do.  :)

hunter and hailey in a rihanna sized room

so, imagine two 20 year old college students, accustomed to yucky dorm
rooms, peeking into the magnificence of a penthouse, accustomed to rihanna.
there was a lot of squealing, i can tell you.   then the doorbell rang, and we
met their personal BUTLER.

here's a little tour.   london will have to wait until next time.

75 white roses in the entry hall

breakfast room

strategizing in the sitting room

hailey claimed the shower

rooftop view of their city for ten weeks

good grief.

love,
lea

"now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more that all we ask
or imagine . . . "  ephesians 3:20

grandma goldie

dear emily,

i have written about the precious legacy of my two grandmothers, one was
truth and the other grace.   grandma goldie was grace.   she affirmed every
atom in my being and let me read as long as i wanted.   she never said, "you
need to get outside and get some excercise."

the day of her funeral was one of the loneliest of my life.   i kept looking
for her to comfort me, but she wasn't there.   as a 38 year old woman, i sat
in a sunday school chair by myself and cried myself sick.

fortunately, i get glimpses of her in my daughters from time to time, and i
am grateful to the Lord for "His mercies are new every morning." (lam. 3:23)

in the sleepy colorado town that we love, we dug a large pond and were
told to name it.   so we did:

GOLDIE'S POND

once i was shopping in aspen and stumbled into a heavenly store:

thank you, Lord, for sweet memories,
lea