tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329470882024-02-23T22:04:14.572-04:00One Little Mustard Seedonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-90215151496135172242021-03-04T18:48:00.000-04:002021-03-04T18:48:09.860-04:00Promise of SpringIt is freezing here in Atlantic Canada. March rolled in with its bitter, icy fury to remind us that Mother Nature decides on the seasons. We may lament, wax and wane on the virtues of the seasons, lay out our expectations. but we truly have no control.Life is like that, it rolls in like a season, some good, some bad, some mundane and others pierce the soul and leave you hollowed. As Ionelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-84686541714703265962019-05-28T11:04:00.001-03:002019-05-28T11:04:13.845-03:00Quiet
It's been two years since Mathew passed away. I have chosen to keep busy, super busy rather than dwell on missing him and asking why.
However, on the anniversary it feels as though the silence between life and death is huge. You feel the huge void of him being gone. His laughter, his voice, his sarcasm, his compassion.
I see the hole he has left with his mum, dad and sister. Huge, onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-69380444209786802742018-06-25T23:45:00.002-03:002018-06-25T23:45:34.338-03:00Five Years on, missed and not forgotten
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onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-76228565739870700952018-05-28T00:00:00.000-03:002018-06-25T23:50:32.139-03:00The Void is Bigger
One Year of Missing You.
onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-31925076459108405092017-08-27T22:36:00.000-03:002017-09-17T22:42:28.570-03:00onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-27512844046351741992017-07-16T22:35:00.000-03:002017-09-17T22:35:51.252-03:00Timeonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-86335636203753195162017-06-25T22:33:00.000-03:002017-09-17T22:34:36.145-03:00Griefonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-22253013423582976982017-05-28T07:00:00.000-03:002017-06-20T00:33:29.838-03:00
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden - Funeral Blues
onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-18015508545010639722017-01-21T22:54:00.001-04:002017-01-21T22:55:48.600-04:00The Lord is My Shpherd
A Psalm of David.
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.[a]
3 He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness[b]
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-52809437941129970792016-12-31T20:54:00.000-04:002017-01-21T22:56:41.493-04:002016 ends...
Life is moving forward, I can't control life or the people I love. I can't protect nor shelter those I love. I know moving into 2017 that grief will be knocking. He has been a close foe, nipping at my heels, sometimes gaining ground in my soul, pulling me down into a deep abyss since 2013.
But, I rest in the eye of the storm. I feel Jesus in that eye, all around me, I can feel the onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-76480347785098215412016-12-31T20:17:00.002-04:002016-12-31T20:17:32.586-04:00Sometimes there are no words
I always knew this, but now I really know this...words for certain situations are woefully inadequate. Sometimes you can be feeling something so deeply and to express the situation to a friend or loved one and to hear their responses to what is to you - life altering, life changing, raw, can be so disappointing.
onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-13192529073038781032015-10-08T20:16:00.000-03:002015-10-08T20:16:13.949-03:00“In repentance and rest you shall be saved, in quietness and trust is your strength" (Isa. 30:15)onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-6236799708328447372014-09-03T22:17:00.001-03:002015-10-08T20:05:45.934-03:00
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rage at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-63489434214225789222014-04-28T18:41:00.001-03:002014-04-28T18:41:10.559-03:00Hartley ~ Sweet Hartley
I had lunch today with my good friend Hartley Biggs. He turned 88 and myself along with my other two wonderful lady friends Marion Sherwood & Jean Watters. What was so touching was how appreciative Hartley was to spend time with us. That we would take him to lunch. When we were leaving, he said to me again, thank you for doing this. It humbled me, because I onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-11876764120309637702014-02-16T22:12:00.001-04:002014-02-16T22:12:19.545-04:00Family Dinners
Tonight we had a pretty great meal, all together in my pretty diningroom that to this day I still love! We just had a major snow storm, the kids were outside most of the afternoon shovelling our driveway and my parents so I made a turkey dinner. As everyone was bantering, arguing in that special way that only brings laughter, I couldn't help but remember all the many meals around this onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-42421636229069493112013-12-31T15:27:00.002-04:002013-12-31T15:27:30.753-04:00Over
2013...the year that left me cold.
onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-44414360954169567042013-12-03T19:43:00.001-04:002013-12-03T19:43:09.412-04:00Elf on the Shelf!Okay, so whom ever invented Elf on the Shelf I'm happy for you! Your uber rich because umpteen million of these little devils have been sold to add late night havoc to every mother's day! Now at the end of my day, usually around 11pm or later I jump up in panic because I didn't do something amazing with the Elf!
My daughter laments to me how her Elf doesn't move from his perch...EVERonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-89616196399734633942013-11-26T23:33:00.000-04:002013-11-26T23:33:02.992-04:00Image of God - Christa Wellls and Nicole Wittonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-21874477395381327562013-11-10T16:58:00.001-04:002013-11-10T17:00:39.499-04:00Christa Wells - Weightlessonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-21222244750813726722013-11-04T14:45:00.003-04:002013-11-04T14:45:41.322-04:00Isn't this great!“What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?…I avow my faith that we are marching towards better days. Humanity will not be cast down. We are going on swinging bravely forward along the grand high road and already behind the distant mountains is the promise of the sun.” onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-81119129413137312012013-10-31T23:49:00.001-03:002013-10-31T23:49:51.859-03:00Change
You can feel it, feel it moving closer, you try to run ahead, duck, hide, but change is coming and you can't stop it. It is like a train gathering speed. I'm afraid.onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-42253379793068915712013-10-13T23:57:00.000-03:002013-10-31T23:58:11.976-03:00Choosing to be Thankful!There are so many things this past year that have been both sad and tragic. But, with Thanksgiving this weekend and feeling conflicted on even acknowledging the holiday, I realized that I have so much to be thankful for and appreciative. It is the hard times, the sorrow, that builds our muscles so to speak; to find joy in this life even when inside you're weeping. It make us onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-70125309278243148212013-09-18T19:26:00.000-03:002013-10-31T23:56:42.916-03:00HindsightHindsight is one of those things that can spur change and crush your spirit all at the same time. If we only knew how precious time is, how choices and decisions we make reach into the future to either soothe us or wound us. Would we do it differently, would we prioritize people and relationships over others? All we can do is make the best choices we can with what we know; and onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-78153371680063314082013-08-23T20:15:00.000-03:002017-01-01T10:52:11.613-04:00Have you seen this Child?? The answer is YES!
Have you seen this child...they are everywhere in your local community...often coming from homes with poverty, parents with addictions, abuse, mental health issues, single parents, the list goes on.
What you have to ask yourself is why we can ignore them?? Why we can justify the latest cool gadget or latte and yet we can't find time or money to support local charities or churches onelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32947088.post-42067203722346930252013-08-07T00:08:00.002-03:002013-10-31T23:56:42.912-03:00ABC'sThis is what age must learn about:The ABC of dying.The going, yet not going,The loving and leaving,And the unbearable knowing and knowing” ― E.B. Whiteonelittlemustardseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06570196174294041365noreply@blogger.com0