Things Are Looking Up If You are Looking Up

     Daddy used to wake up in his old age and say, "It's a good day because my feet hit the ground."
No matter what life put in front of him, he had a remarkable outlook most of the time. For Daddy things were looking up. I was talking to a "dooms dayer" at the shop yesterday, and he was saying his friend had the food saved up, and he had the guns. Well, that's one way to look at the day, but I like Daddy's way. Daddy and Mama both read the Bible, and Mama taught me verses to memorize. I think it was a valuable tool in their lives to nurture their positive attitudes.

However, reading the Bible, like listening to the news, can leave you feeling pretty depressed. It can scare the hell out of you. I hear that from some people who are scared to death of prophesies to come. It can, also, make you feel safe and secure. That is because the Bible brings to us what we bring to the Bible. We were created in God's image, so we, too, are creators. We create our world, and if you look at the true history of things in our world, things are looking up.

I woke up this morning with this verse on my mind. I like it. It makes me feel good, especially in light of all the "gun" conversations lately. I am sure we will figure this out, especially with such passionate, intelligent youth growing up to clean up my generation's mistakes.

Isaiah 2:4

And he shall judge the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

Find joy in this day. Peace. Love, Linda

Make Me Like Spring

Make me like spring, God

fresh, vibrant and green

though the rains don't yet fall

renewals grace all.

Make me like spring, God

creative and free

though desolation's in sight

soft dew forms at night.

Make me like spring, God

fragrant with peace

though smog fouls some air

fresh winds clean with care.

Make me like spring, God

and let my life glow

in a land tuned to sorrow

spring shines on tomorrow.

Make me like spring, God.

Make me like spring.

Peace,

Love Linda

What If Jesus Were a Jane?

I sometimes look at the world around me and wonder how we reached such a point in civilization since we are supposed to be the most intelligent creatures on earth. After all, we still have war. At least, at this stage in my life, I don't fret about it any more. I have an acceptance of my journey that is no longer fraught with bouts of depression or dismay. Through out the years of trials and hard headed tribulations I have brought upon myself, I have discovered peace,
accompanied with an enormous, tree hugging, snowflake,  whatever you want to call it, acknowledgement of Grace with a capital "G".

My positions  do not always make my opinions cherished, but my desire to share my thoughts brings to mind Jesus, popular, but not with every crowd. It  did not stop him from sharing his Truth. He was born to do that. I think some of us may be. I like to think that. Insert emoji here, but it seems inappropriate. 👼What the heck!

I have trained my brain not to fret as I used to; yes, it is possible to do that. However, I still wonder,  at times, about random things in general in the terms of  "what if". From one pondering comes this poem I am about to share. The women's movements of the day,part of the natural rising of dirt to the surface due to a lack of deep cleanings, may have been in the recesses of my mind when these words came to me. Don't burn me at the stake; I am not a heretic. I love Jesus. He was, and I believe still is, very cool.

What If Jesus Were a Jane?

What if Jesus were a Jane

in a world drenched with pain

that special kind of rain

that sticks to the skin

to the end?

What if Jane had a plan

for salvation for all man

turning can't into can,

that radical kind of thought

that can't be bought?

What if "can" won the day

and her plan was "the way"

and her life our Easter play

that isn't very fun

always ending with the Son.

What if that Son were a Daughter;

would her story just be fodder;

would her role be carry water

from that water springs forth life,

would that Jane become a wife?

These are questions in my life.

Well, I am not sure what anyone should do with this information, but as I said earlier, I am compelled to speak my peace. And on that note, peace.

Love, Linda