Just Life

I thought I would show you my flowerbed before the heat gets here, because after Friday when it hits 90 degrees these irises will be but a memory. They really multiplied, I couldn't believe how many came up this year. I never planted that many about 10 is all if I remember right and each year I divide them and plant some in a new place and this year my flowerbed looked like this.

  I wanted to show you my hydrangea bed. I have this part of the whole bed filled with them. I hope someday they will just take over. I do need to put some nails around them so I can get some blue ones.

Today I took my son to buy some new shoes. We were standing at the counter waiting when I looked up. You know how sometimes it just hits you that your baby is grown up. He is a good foot taller than me or more. " I said, " Gosh Peter, you are so much taller than me now." He said, " Well Mom, I better be you aren't that tall."
We drove home and I said, " You are going to be eighteen next year." He said, " Yep, I am a man." I said that is true, you are a very nice man."  He said, " I am glad I am a man I have always wanted to be one, he said I don't think I ever felt like a boy."  I said, " You are right, you have always been pretty old."

Then as we drove home, it hit me. They may all still live at home, but my parenting days are almost over and it will be time to put on a new hat. I don't know what this one will be yet. I know it will be a new one and it will look different. Have you read or heard about that lady who talks about how beautiful she is?

I have thought about beauty since she started telling the world about herself. God says that beauty is this " For this is the way the holy woman of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. They were submissive to their own husbands, like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her master."

Beauty comes not by talking about it but it is a quiet place in your heart. I once met the most beautiful woman in the world. She was my friend. We would share our lives each week for a hour  or so as we sat at piano lessons. She was from Burma. She was kind and gentle and was good through and through. She didn't have the kind of beauty that you see flaunted in magazines. Her beauty spoke of the gentle and quiet spirit of her heart. Her whole manner was that of gentle submission and kindness.
I think that living your life, quietly serving, can be the best kind of beauty.

So as I get ready to take my school teacher hat off and put it away, in a box on the shelf, I hope that someday when the time comes and all my hats are put away, I will have done a good job and I may enter into that rest with a crown to lay at my Master's feet.

Have a very lovely Thursday,
~Kim~