Sandra, there are so many things this brought to my heart. I must explore John Milton in depth. His words, yours. So humble and deep. My mom, who is turning 87, is going blind. She is the natural writer of our family. It breaks my heart to know how her eyes were the tools of her passion(s). She has been humble and navigating her new world and has been my biggest cheerleader to pick up the torch...although I do not know what I would do without some form of creating. The images of the old farm to go along with this piece are perfection. The history. The little girl buried there :( Grateful for those who came before. I love your writing and plan to explore your website. Yesterday, when I prayed, I asked God to forgive me for wasting a part of my day. I was so tired and not as productive. The weeds are taking over a section of the garden. Never have I felt that the day given is so precious. ox
"I asked God to forgive me for wasting a part of my day." Sometimes "wasting" part of the day should be at the top of our "to do" list. That "be still" thing. :-)
Thanks so much for your encouragement. I will be poking more into your stories, too. <3
This brings back happy memories (not of going blind or having regrets [grin]). And such a thoughtful poem in response! So, really you did count the cost. You do. And that changes life too, doesn’t it?
Sandra- Thanks for this reflection. One sentence stood out to me: "I didn’t take the time to count the cost." Oh how many times there had been when I realized this mistake.
Sandra, thank you for the kind mention. Oddly enough, I'd just been reading about John Milton.
Sandra, there are so many things this brought to my heart. I must explore John Milton in depth. His words, yours. So humble and deep. My mom, who is turning 87, is going blind. She is the natural writer of our family. It breaks my heart to know how her eyes were the tools of her passion(s). She has been humble and navigating her new world and has been my biggest cheerleader to pick up the torch...although I do not know what I would do without some form of creating. The images of the old farm to go along with this piece are perfection. The history. The little girl buried there :( Grateful for those who came before. I love your writing and plan to explore your website. Yesterday, when I prayed, I asked God to forgive me for wasting a part of my day. I was so tired and not as productive. The weeds are taking over a section of the garden. Never have I felt that the day given is so precious. ox
"I asked God to forgive me for wasting a part of my day." Sometimes "wasting" part of the day should be at the top of our "to do" list. That "be still" thing. :-)
Thanks so much for your encouragement. I will be poking more into your stories, too. <3
Yesssss 🙌🏻 💯 agree! Thank you for the beautiful reminder! ox
This brings back happy memories (not of going blind or having regrets [grin]). And such a thoughtful poem in response! So, really you did count the cost. You do. And that changes life too, doesn’t it?
The last time we were together, we were standing in the middle of the river.... Sigh... I miss you.
Miss you too, friend. Miss you too.
Sandra- Thanks for this reflection. One sentence stood out to me: "I didn’t take the time to count the cost." Oh how many times there had been when I realized this mistake.
Love the last line of Milton's poem. And how you used it as a jumping off point for looking at your life.