There's no way to know.... unless you know~!

We can stand on the edge of a hill, gaze into an ocean vast deep and powerful.

We can watch someone in pain with brokenness of spirit or body, even of soul.

Driving we look in our rear view mirror, see faces, laughing, singing, yelling, staring.

Then there are the faces before us, doing the same things, just like us.

We can read about a far away land, learn a language, follow a Greek recipe, visit an art museum.

We could even paint a sail boat, eat tomatoes, watch a preacher on television.

Walking along a side walk we will see children, mothers, fathers, grandparents, pets.

In airports we find sweethearts, missionaries, lonely travelers, weaving through so many others.

Souls on a journey, seeing but not hearing, hearing but not seeing, talking but not listening.

Hoping, wishing, praying, reaching, sharing, pleading, lending, pushing, hugging..................

How do we know the things we don't know? How can we trust what we see is real?

How does the sun set and the moon rise, the skin repair, hearts mend, people leave?

There is just no way to feel ...... unless..... You Feel~!

 There is just no way to care..... unless..... You Care~!

  There is just no way to know..... unless .... You Know~!

Life is about the learning, loving, understanding, feeling, following your good heart. 
Nothing is too hard, no road to long, no energy wasted if it is for the cause of Love. 

There is just no way to know how to love....unless....You Love~!
Then.........You Know~!  Then....... You Feel.....  Then..... You Care~!

The Gypsy in Me.

I love driving.  

Sometimes I see myself....
Cranking up the tunes - from Carole King, Cat Stevens, to the 80's  Boy Bands, even Big Bands from my moms day.........headed across country with a bunch of money and no plans. Just drive and groove.
I would stay in nice places and eat clean healthy food.
I would visit libraries, monuments, temples and shop at thrift stores.

Some days would be spent dozing in the sun pool side, and every day would be shared with lots of people. I would ask questions, share stories with all willing to tell them and hear them.
Taking pictures, watching softball games, scouting out farms just for the memory of my young days would highlight my travel.

Avoiding malls, big grocery stores and other crazy places would be a serious goal.

Just give me some bucks and I could go.... and keep going until the bucks run out.

Someone just tell me why I have this gypsy thing running through my veins.
Why do I love the open road, small little towns and big cities where I could get lost and not even care.
Funny, I don't want to see Hawaii, or even Disneyland... like everyone else.

It is certain I will never become this gypsy person for real,
however in my dreams, there is no stopping me:)

The Story

Stories if never told are never known.
And so it goes......
Because LIFE is a story*** Indeed a history of ones very existence Must be told.

Important memories fade into sunsets that never burst into beams of flowing light
if not repeated.
O, for mornings, reminding us a new day has dawned, a new page on our
story is beginning
to fill up and over flow.

Imagine the wise men basking in the new born light of the Son of God, the shepherds
reveling in being so close to the Redeemer of all mankind,
yet went back to their assigned tasks,
forgetting to tell their story, His story.

Consider medical histories,
flight documents... all technology that has overpowered our
lives with information.
We earthlings have countless amounts of recorded information
to bless, protect
and inspire future generations.

What does this mean to me and others?
It means MY story is important.
It means I exist.
I am of value.
What I know and more importantly
what I DO with my story,
my empty book at birth, matters.
My story changes everything and everyone.

Recording who I am is vital and so is
accounting for others.

I am not a history buff, genius, or
devoted to ancient makings of the nation
and world as my husband.
It is his passion and love,
but from a different angle to be sure.

Don't make me read or teach from
two inch hard backs, of how the west was won.
Just sit me down face to face
with a soul I can learn from, connect with
and be a witness for, Ahhh a harmonious cord is struck deep within.

O, Value is in the eye of our Creator. In the ... heart, mind, flesh and belly .
Here in lies ::THE STORY