HE LOVES ME HE LOVES ME NOT? OF COURSE……HE DOES! John 3:16
Remember when as little girls, we used to search for just the right flower, then with great care remove the petals and go through this silly little ritual?
How many petals does it take to understand we are loved and that it has nothing to do with searching or chance, if we really open our eyes?
Believe me; I’ve picked a few flowers in my life, looking for someone to love me.

The most life changing, but not the first, I didn’t wait to go through all the petals. I just assumed it would end with he loved me, I WAS WRONG and I had a hard time dropping that flower to the ground...It took years in fact!

Another, my very first, I found earlier in life as it was beginning to bloom and in my immaturity I threw it aside; only to pick it up again just before it had wilted, hoping to bring it back to life. Then as its last petal was about to fall at he loves me, I looked over my shoulder and let it slip through my fingers, never to find it again!

The craziest one I ever picked was so breathtakingly beautiful and full, it was almost unbelievable and when I began to drop the petals, I sadly and devastatingly realized, it wasn’t a flower at all, but a dangerous weed!

And last but not at all least, the final flower I ever picked and still hold in my hand…

I pull petals off daily and it puts on more, I forget to water it yet it never wilts; I change with the seasons but it doesn’t; I even mow over it, it grows back stronger. It is definitely a perennial….Imagine that, HE LOVES ME!
Only God knows why??? and thank goodness he loves me too, no petal pulling needed…
b

7th Choice a Charm

Our latest project was one of McKay preplanning, 2 stunningly whimsical chairs, then indecision, transformed into its now or never....seven paint choices later and last minute R&B's painting (I'm rubbing off),

ending in a 7th Joy Winner!

It is always hard doing your own space. Mrs. R, who never seems to be one of indecision, but always one with impeccable taste and right-on choices, was not so with her new project. Add that to her new partnership with mwa:} a last minute, fly by the seat of my pants, kinda designer; what do you get? A nearly perfect parlor if we do say so ourselves! Still a work in progress, its a must for an empty nesting southern girl, a place to escape, read a book, plan the next road trip or just sit awhile....Not for long though, the dust around my dear friend is about to be stirred up again, off to take painting lessons in good old

M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I humpback, humpback , I!

Living vicariously, have fun my friend. Oh to be an empty-nester...

That's just my "Its almost the end of summer Mom talking! Summer with boys who choose video games and movies with friends over a Mom who wants to run the roads, shop, and expects rooms to stay clean,,,,imagine that. Gotta love em!

Just looking for something JOYFUL to blog about!

have a blessing enough day, b