Raindrops on Roses, Whiskers on Kittens

After watching the Sound of Music and listening to “Maria” sing a song about her favorite things when things were bad and she needed to make herself feel happy I decided to try it for myself to see if it worked. Here is a part of my list:

My big, fat, white coffee mug that had it’s origin in the Brown Derby, a place my parents took me when I was a little girl in Hollywood, California.

Steaming hot, strong black coffee to fill my big, fat, white mug within five minutes of waking in the morning.

The lightweight fork, not the gold-plated one but the plain, cheap stainless that came with a set of silverware that no longer exists, bought when we moved into this house over thirty-eight years ago. It seems to fit in my hand just right and the tines are sharp enough to pierce that straggling piece of lettuce with a bit of dressing on it at first stab.

My leopard print nightgown, lying down on tightly stretched white sheets with seven pillows, three under my head and two on either side.

Un-fastening my bra and kicking off my shoes the moment I walk in my house and getting into my comfy clothes.

Standing in front of people and feeling the anointing of the Holy Spirit envelope me like I had been shrink-wrapped in Saran Wrap and feeling as if I was having an out-of-the-body experience, watching myself as I spoke or sang, priceless.

The moon in any stage but especially when it is full and faithfully glowing night after night knowing that everyone that has ever been born on the face of the earth has gazed upon this same beautiful orb.

The sun shining on sugar white sand on a hot summer day and not worrying that I will have sun spots or wrinkles, just enjoying the moment with my portable radio listening to the local DJ count down the top 10.

My son and daughter sitting at the table eating and trying to out-do each other with funny stories and imitations of each other.

Taking my grandson to school and saying our morning prayer as we ride down Nickajack Road and then as he gets out of the car leaning back in to say, “I love you Mammy.”

My granddaughter giggling over all the Valentine gifts she received from her boyfriend after fearing she was going to be single for the rest of her life.

The expression on the faces of this same granddaughter and her friends as I told them the “facts of life” from my point of view, and then hearing them re-tell it year after year and knowing it is getting more and more blown out of proportion for the laughs the story gets.

Having the dream where I am visiting with my parents and marveling at how young and strong they are.

Listening to my music.

Listening for the Voice of the Lord to speak to me.

Having a light-bulb moment when a scripture comes alive in a different way after having read it many times before.

Decorating for Christmas, and then watching the blinking lights

These are a few of my favorite things, but there is one more, it is when one of you tells me in person, sends a message to me via text, messenger, or Facebook, that tells me when you heard me teach or when you read my devotion you felt as if it were just the two of us sitting over a cup of coffee, in my big, fat, white, Brown Derby mug filled with steaming hot, strong, black coffee.

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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One Response to Raindrops on Roses, Whiskers on Kittens

  1. Patricia Bowen says:

    Those are the wonderful moments of life that carry us on!!!

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