Morning Coffee in the Garden...

Life is back to normal, as normal as life gets anyway. Campmeeting is over, my house is back in order. 

I had to put on my robe this morning whilst sitting outside drinking my coffe, there was a very pleasant cool morning breeze. There is always a flurry of bird activitie first thing in the morning, but they have settled into their day now. The hummingbird has stopped by a few times. I had my eyes closed during my quiet time a few moments ago and heard that gentle hum it makes. That is such a good sound.

The day lilies are almost gone, but the Crepe Myrtle and Rose of Sharon have begun to bloom. The cucumbers and tomatoes are bursting on the vine. It's a good, cool and quite morning in the garden.

Moving on...

From my devo today...

"Your circumstances aren’t your problem, because they won’t last—but until you change your thinking, no matter what’s going on in your life, you’ll still be stuck."

I am not sure how I feel about this statement.

In part I agree, but sometimes my circumstances are my problem.

Arthritis, getting old, finances. There is no cure for old age or arthritis, yes I am taking step to improve aspects of my life with diet and exercise, but nothing I do will change those circumstances.

Maybe I'm just over thinking things this morning. But circumstances have been on my mind a lot lately.

My heart is so burdened with sadness over the state of the country. The venom spewed across the evening news, the shifting foundation, violence, terrorist, escaped convicts running around. It all seems so out of control.

But then I remembered,

luk.18.32.amp

For He will be handed over to the Gentiles and will be made sport of and scoffed and jeered at and insulted and spit upon. [Isa. 50:6.]

1pe.2.23.niv

When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly.

When things in the world make no sense God’s Word is the clarifying lens I need to look through.

Blessings 

R

One last note on forgiveness. 

The Hubs broke my very first successful plate last night.

Easy come...easy go. 

I'm off to the pottery studio to see if I can make another one.  

Y'all can pray that it's a good throwing day!

It's in the trash now... sad face!