Remembering Mom on her Birthday ...

Three years ago we were celebrating Mom's 80th Birthday.  I think we knew it would be her last ... I think she enjoyed it.   Perhaps what I know the most about my mom is that she was the very best "Grandma" ever.  And as I sit holding my brand new grandson, I know I'll never be the Grandma she was ... I'll simply be that Grandma that I am ... singing made up songs and reading books to a three week old.  I wonder if my mom ... 

Well, there we are, mom and me.  This is the way I like to remember Mom ... young and beautiful.  And holding a baby.  My mom, she loved babies ... children and family were her passion.  I guess there wasn't much she wouldn't do for us.  I probably didn't appreciate her the way she deserved to be appreciated.  But in my own way, I loved her.  And so today, I shed a few tears and I take a deep breath and I look into the eyes of my own grandson and I love with the love that she loved with ...  Thanks Mom for loving me in the only way you knew how to love.    

Have you ever sat and pondered love?  Whose love is it that permeated your being and made you who you are?  Whose love personifies God's love for you?   

In The Naked Now, Richard Rohr writes, "If you have never experienced human love, it will be very hard for you to access God as Love.  If you have never let God love you, you will not know how to love humanly in the deepest way."   (page 140)

In Romans 8:39 Paul writes, "No power in the sky above or in the earth below--indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord."  

Thanks God for loving me so that I might learn to love more deeply every day ...  

New Life!

Easton Matthew Serio

Precious little Easton Matthew, May the music of the psalms

resonate in your soul forever as you bask in God's love for you

 

O Lord, you ...know everything about me ...
You go before me and follow me.
      You place your hand of blessing on my head ...

                                                  your hand will guide me                                                 

      and your strength will support me.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
      and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
      Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
      as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
 You saw me before I was born.
      Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
 Every moment was laid out
      before a single day had passed.
 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
      They cannot be numbered!
 I can’t even count them;
      they outnumber the grains of sand!
 And when I wake up, you are still with me!  Amen

Grandma Cindy praying excerpts from Psalm 139

Cat on a hot ... asphalt roof!

Just saw the cutest thing ... Moley the Cat sitting on the roof ... MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!

 

Then again ... perhaps it's a weird alien cat from outer space that just landed on the roof ...
Can you see those blue/green shining eyes ...
Then again ... maybe it's an artifact ... warehouse 13 call me!
Then again ... maybe I've been watching too much TV ... ya think?