Note: And I won't say this again.I miss my Amish Friendship bread. That's all about that.
I don't know the name of the little, yellow flowers that grow wild along the shores of Lake Toho, but I think highly of them. Why? Well, they're flowers. Flowers are good, pretty, delicate,fragrant, elegant...After all, they are flowers. I hear that word, and I don't just visualize a specific part of a plant; I feel it. Flowers.
I just sent out a package for ebay yesterday. It was a fifteen year old box, yellowed and worn with an odd assortment of balsa wood and plans for the building of a glider. It was a homely box of wood, but it had a name, and it sold magically fast when I uploaded it to ebay. The name- Gentle Lady 2. Ahhh, sounds like soft sands, colorful sail boats, and gentle water lapping against a sun bleached wooden dock. No, it was just an old box of cut balsa wood and some plans. Granted, it will be treasure to someone who loves building gliders, but to most, it's just an old box of wood with a lovely name that sold with tremendous speed.
I worked with someone who was trying to change her behavior and having difficulty with it at times. When she got mad at someone she would say with strong inflection, "IDIOT!" I assumed their was a person somewhere "out there"attached to that name. Since I am intrigued about our "connectedness," I wonder if, when the word IDIOT leaves her mouth, the person on the other end doesn't quite feel as well as they did moments before? Hmmm... something to think about, and while I think of it, I will remember flowers and the Gentle Lady 2. By the way, I called that box of wood a "her" as I sent an email to the buyer stating, "She's in the mail." As I write this, I'm thankful Mama would not let us call people names. I understand it is a difficult habit to break.
I think the book of Isaiah modeled a beautiful "name calling" lesson when prophesying the birth of Jesus.
For a child has been born for us a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
No wonder he lived up to expectations...
Love, Linda
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