Hunting hunting
What can I find?
A trinket a treasure
A box made of pine
We walk along slowly
My husband and I
Browsing and thinking
Now what can I buy?
A chair for the kitchen
Some shelves for the den
A little glass chotchke
That’s shaped like a hen?
We each have a twenty
with which we can spend
If I run out of money
I’ll borrow he’ll lend
There are prophets among us
Sometimes they appear
Out of nowhere
It could be that “crazy” lady on the train
This morning it was
She walked onto my car
Before 8 am
She started sharing her testimony
Without fear
Telling us to repent
Telling us to follow Jesus before it’s too late
Tears rolling down my face
There wasn’t one thing she said
That I didn’t need to hear
She soothed my soul
I have no doubt that God spoke through her
There are prophets among us
I made these hats today for a tea party in early July in West Virginia. It’s at the home of my cousin in her backyard. It’s for ladies and girls. Although when my husband heard we were having cake he said he would stop by.
My favorite is the pale pink. What about you?
This photo was taken by my brother, Kevin Spriggs. He was walking his dogs, between two storms.
Last week I found myself on a late night plane to California. I didn’t get off until 2 a.m. EST. I was achy and fidgety. I fell asleep in patches and spells. The only way it could have been worse is if I were the mom of the two screaming children. THAT must have been so incredibly and painfully difficult. Luckily, she had her husband with her. Hopefully, he was helpful. 🙂
My husband drove me to the church yard sale this morning. To his delight some people drove up in this beauty and let him sit behind the wheel. He was pure child in a toy store. This car is a 1930 Ford Model A Cabriolet. My husband is a 1962 American Model A Grouch. Smile.
You never know what fun will come in the next moment. Be ready!
Photo from Scenic Script
My Mom used to wake us up each morning with a loud and sing songy “Rise and Shine!”
Two days ago I ripped out a page from the Anthropologie catalog. I cut out just the word abundance and gave it to my husband. Yesterday I received a letter from my sister-in-law. She had torn out that same page and used itas stationery to write me a letter.
I don’t believe in coincidences. I think that there is a reason for everything, that there is some meaning behind things, whether we understand them or not. God tries to tell us things. He reminds us of his presence. He reminds us that we are not alone. He puts other people in our path. Look for him and things that seem to be a coincidence.
Artsy Wanderer 