Tender mercies

Happiness isn’t complicated. It is a humble state of gratitude for simple pleasures, tender mercies, recognized blessings, and inherent beauty.
~Richelle E. Goodrich

Last week I had to cover for an employee who went on a well-deserved vacay. A job at which he is exceptionally good, but I don’t particularly like doing as it involves a lot of left-brain activity and customer service stuff. So, I did what I normally do in this situation.

I stress.

And when I mean stress, I mean full-scale anxiety, headaches and dread. Silly, I know because I can do his job….I was the one who helped train him to do his job. I just don’t like his job.

So, this is what greeted me last Monday morning as I headed to the office. A prism from the rising sun reflecting on the morning clouds. And, its meaning was not lost on me. It lifted my spirits and gave me some joy in my heart.

Tender mercies.

My week was full of them. My LORD blessed me with tender mercies all week with easy days with no major issues to deal with. I experienced relative calm and peace every morning as I headed to see what unexpectedness awaited me for the day…because any time you deal with customer service responsibilities, it’s a crapshoot as to what may happen. Plus, being a mac-brain person, I had to switch gears and work on a Windows PC computer all. week. long. UGH.

My week in the office is finished; our guy is back safe and sound at his post; I survived the week and my shoulders and neck are none the worse for wear. I’m grateful it all went smoothly and know exactly who to thank for that.

Blog hopping today with Awwwww Monday over at Comedy Plus.


Quotography: February

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 Why, what’s the matter that you have such a February face.
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

~William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Do you know how hard it is to find a February quote that doesn’t revolve around Valentine’s Day? This photo presented itself yesterday morning (Feb 1st) and I knew it just had to be used….but it didn’t lend itself to the typical love-centered quotes typically found for February. Today is more in keeping with the quote as it’s gray, rainy and a bit melancholy. It’s also Groundhog’s Day in the U.S. so I’m expecting that skittish rodent to NOT see his shadow and allow spring to come early. Who’s with me? 🙂

Playing Quotography along with Lady Galadriel Kelley at the road goes ever on

I may have found her

Last week I was lamenting that my muse has been missing for a while. I’ve been positively uninspired. I blame to much left-brain activity at work. I know…..excuses, excuses, excuses.

Cheryl, Ron and BLW offered  their wisdom and kind words of encouragement, and I thank you for them. They were lovely.

Some of you thought you’d seen her. New York Erratic thought she saw her walking down a sun-dappled path on an Autumn day. Kathryn thinks hers and mine are off galavanting somewhere on a Midwest Autumn tour.

But I think she paid me a brief a visit a few days ago.

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While driving home, something prompted me to take my eyes off the road and look up into the sky. There in front of me was THE most awesome cumulus cloud. Just hanging out in the blue sky with the setting sun tipping the edges with shimmery sunlight. A small gift from the heavens to lift my spirits.

And then she told me to get busy and clean the house.

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We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence.

~Mother Teresa

The theme for this week’s Quotography is Silence. And there is a lot of silence around 7am on a Sunday morning.

If you didn’t know if was happening, you might have slept right through it. Or never noticed it. But in the silence of late Saturday night and early Sunday morning, the earth was passing through a stream of dust left over by Halley’s Comet. It’s called the Orionid meteor shower and occurs every October. I never saw anything last year, and stayed up past midnight hoping to see some last Saturday night. I even set my alarm to get up at dark-thirty and watch the sky Sunday morning. It wasn’t until I went to get the paper at 7am before church that I was awed by meteor trails all over the sky above our house.

It reinforced the realization that we are only small, small specks in this vastness of the universe.

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Cosmic tug of war?

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Army Wife called me on her way to Walmart. “Drop everything, grab your camera and shoot the sunset before it’s gone!”

She was spot-on right.

Aside from the sheer, unadulterated beauty of this sunset, one band of clouds had an uncanny appearance of a braided rope. This led me to wonder what sort of cosmic tug-of-war was going on in the heavens…unseen by us mere mortals.

As the rope stretched across the evening sky, the entire effect was surreal.

I hope everyone “drops everything” sometime this week to enjoy something amazing…before it’s gone.