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Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God ’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track. Don’t assume that you know it all. Run to God ! Run from evil! Your body will glow with health, your very bones will vibrate with life! Honor God with everything you own; give him the first and the best. Your barns will burst, your wine vats will brim over. But don’t, dear friend, resent God ’s discipline; don’t sulk under his loving correction. It’s the child he loves that God corrects; a father’s delight is behind all this.
Proverbs 3:5‭-‬12 MSG

https://bible.com/bible/97/pro.3.5-12.MSG

The Secret Keepers

There are multiple reasons for your life not going like you thought it would, or should. Statistics say one out of four will find him or herself on this page.

Mended Musings

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I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to ask you to share this post. Reblog it, share it on Facebook, tweet it. Someone out there needs to hear this message today. Even if you think you don’t know anyone who has been abused. Even if you don’t read the entire post.

About a month ago I was asked by Dawn at WTF words, thoughts, feelings to contribute an essay for an anthology that she and Joyelle are creating for parents who are survivors of childhood sexual and physical abuse (learn more at https://www.facebook.com/TriggerPointsAnthology).

I submitted my essay but I also want to shine a bigger spotlight on this project because I fear that they may not get many submissions. Not because it’s not a worthy cause or because there aren’t enough people out there to contribute but because survivors of abuse are secret…

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I love life

carrot tops
carrot tops
I love life. I don’t mean the “Rah! Rah! Let’s have a party” kind of loving life. I love to encourage things to grow and protect the weak. When I’m peeling carrots or scrubbing sweet potatoes, if there’s a sprout on top of the carrot or an eye growing from a sweet potato, I have to cut it off with a wide margin and give it a chance to become a new vegetable.

Some make it, and the ones that don’t live go to compost, at least giving life to another plant down the way.

Sweet potato vine sprouted from an eye
Sweet potato vine sprouted from an eye

I can’t cut open an avocado without inserting three toothpicks in the seed and finding the right-sized jar so only half of the seed will sit in the water.

Florida avocado tree grown from seed
Florida avocado tree grown from seed

This tree grew from one of my seeds. (We just had our first crop of avocados, but the squirrels are loving life too, and not sharing much with us.)

When I scrape seeds from a butternut squash, I have to dig a hole and bury the whole mess. Sometimes they grow, and I’m delighted.

squash
squash

The black, sticky seeds of papayas are too much to ignore. In the ground they go. I have little papaya trees all around, this year producing the first blossoms.

papaya trees grown from seeds
papaya trees grown from seeds

After buying a Kiett Mango at a local farmers market, assured it will grow in Central Florida, I nestled the seed in the ground with my compost, and now have a thriving mango tree.

Keitt mango tree grown from seed
Keitt mango tree grown from seed

Of course, I love babies. Baby animals,

Lily in a basket
Lily in a basket

Tracey and Caitlin
Tracey and Caitlin

and even more, baby people (my grandchildren on the top of the list).

Grammi holding Elysse at 6 weeks
Grammi holding Elysse at 6 weeks
family love
family love

Grammi cuddling Corrina
Grammi cuddling Corrina
Healthy boy at home
Healthy boy at home

Grammi and newborn Maya
Grammi and newborn Maya

Grammi and Arielle
Grammi and Arielle
Alex and Kim
Alex and Kim

Jeremy
Jeremy

Kyle loves Mommy's kisses
Kyle loves Mommy’s kisses

Several days ago, while out walking my Golden, Lily, I moved some Spanish moss that had fallen on a vine I’ve been admiring, and accidentally broke off about a foot of the plant. Since it contained a few buds, I brought it home and put in water.
vine
vine

It has continued to develop and the buds have opened, but instead of the brilliant red in my neighbor’s yard, this one is pale and pathetic. No longer attached to the vine and feed by the sun, the flower doesn’t have the life force it needs to really bloom, much less go to seed.

So like me.

I don’t think we were meant to go it on our own, any more than that flower I picked off the vine.

On my own, I am not the energizer battery. Unless I’m connected to my life-source, I soon run out of steam. Everything begins to look too hard, too big, too much, too little time, too little energy.

As an English major in college, one of my favorite poets was Dylan Thomas. Several of his poems have stuck in my mind, and this line in particular.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower: Dylan Thomas

I thought he was really profound, but I realize now there was something missing in his poetry, and that was the source of his angst.

The Source.

After the pain, after the loss, even after the daily-ness of life, like the psalmist so long ago, there is only one I go to, one place I can go to recharge.

Fill us each morning with your constant love,
so that we may sing and be glad all our life.
Ps 90: 14 MSG

But once I’m plugged in, the music plays in my soul again, and I love life!

“I am the vine, and you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will bear much fruit; for you can do nothing without me. John 15:5 MSG

It is the power of his love.

(Most of these photos were taken with cell phones, so the quality is not up to the usual.)

How do you recharge?