Building a Paracord Hammock

As I quietly sit in my dim lit room, I listen to the many sounds around me. I clearly hear the gentle rain as it gingerly bounce off my front porch awning. I hear the crickets happily chirping there song in the distance. The floors crack in our old home as the earth settles beneath. I hear the soft snoring of my precious loving husband in the next room, who had been waiting for me to come to our bed. The few cars on the distant road seem to purr in beat to the gentle breeze.

As I quietly sit here and ponder, as I take in my previous days events, I humbly pray  did I do my Lord proud. Have I whispered a soft prayer to Him today, Have I sang a gentle tune in offering to my Lord?

As I ponder, my heart is blessed with each beautiful song the Lord is gracefully laying out for my ears to hear from the gentle rain to the creeking floor.  He is so good to this unworthy woman. I have been so blessed in my years. God gave me 3 precious children to nurture in His love who has grown and made thier mama proud. One now looks down from heaven above to pray for her mama as I had stood and prayed for her for so many years.

My 7 precious grandchildren, where 2 are home with God, are gently learning now how to love thier Lord and Saviour. I pray each one lives thier lives to please God in all they do.

As I humbly close my tablet, I have to say I am blessed.

Easter's past

As I fondly remember the many  years gone by, my mind returns to Easter Sundays around the Burkhart home.

Each of our precious children would quickly run out to the prepared kitchen table of Easter goodies.

They would find me preparing their breakfast to be quickly eaten so each child could be prepared for morning services in our home church.

Our country home was filled with the fragrance of the Easter ham that I had basted and placed in our oven the night before.

I always loved the smell of the holidays and the  giggles in my home, but now all my children are grown and have those little giggles in their own homes.

Holidays now are quiet and usually nothing special prepared. The ministry had taken my husband and I far from my children so we don't get to hear those giggles any more of the Burkhart holidays.

We always look forward to our visits with our children and thier families through each year, though they seem to be very few. All of our busy lives, jobs and ministries seems to keep us apart.

Life is short and years go by fast and all I seem to have now are my precious memories of the holidays past and a few days each year to hold my babies.

Just a little from a pastor's wife's heart. Ministry can be lonely at times exc

Sluggish days

   
     Ever have one of those days where your mind is set on a certain task but your body puts on the brakes and doesn't let you complete that task? I have days like that, especially since I have been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease.

    My husband and I have a YouTube channel called Jeff and Molly Outdoors. On our videos, you see my good times. You don't see all the times. Sometimes, we have had to just stop and hang a hammock for a bit because my body is putting on the brakes.

     God has given me the best husband. He doesn't complain even though he's able to run on ahead. He just hangs his hammock alongside and comments, "It's a great time to rest." I pray God blesses him beyond measure.

     Over the past 36+ yrs we've been together we have had ups and downs. We've seen sunny skies and storms as you have, but God has always given us a beautiful rainbow over the next ridge.

     Don't give up. Don't give in. No matter what the circumstance, there will be a beautiful rainbow around your next corner if you just push on.

A moments care

     As I comfortably sit in my overstuffed chair. I thoughtfully ponder over the past days events. Have I used each precious moment with tender loving care, or did I eagerly waste it without a moments care?
     Does my humble life give meaning to others whom I share, or am I billowing orders without a humble stare?
     May my life give meaning showing the Lord above, to others whom I meet and share His precious Love.

Beautiful Sunrise

Opening my eyes

In the wee hour of morning,

I see the bright sky

With gold all adorning.

God touches my cheek

With kisses of dew

And lets me wake

With each day anew.

The sounds of the woods

Coming awake at dawn

To the rustling of leaves

And a peak of a fawn.

God calms our hearts

And nudges us on.

With each beautiful sunrise,

He gives us each dawn.

*Molly Burkhart*

04/04/2019