Moving On

I never thought I would begin my life as a newlywed and live in a 3rd story apartment near college, and then “retire” to yet another apartment, near college.

Recently we left the home we owned for 15 1/2 years; the home we lived in the longest.

My old backyard friends

I worked at downsizing, for the sake of getting rid of too much stuff we don’t need. As I try to make things fit in our 2-bedroom apartment, I find I didn’t downsize enough in some areas. There are those books you know…

I don’t care to talk about life changes anymore. What is a normal life without change? The strongest lesson I have learned in my life is that change affects everyone; no gender, race, religion or age is exempt-–it happens to us all. Enough said…

In the midst of unpacking boxes and settling in, there was another school shooting in America. Once again people express the wonder of how it could happen in their town, and always the question of why can’t someone do something about violence? It is always the same—the feeling of hopelessness.

Our hearts break for more children gone, and parents and siblings left to deal with the grief. We cry and pray with them, as their lives will never be the same. How can they move on? They are broken, just as this whole big planet is. The world cycle is running bumpy, with dark holes and dead spaces. Climate change and human behavior seems out of control.

Since when did we think we had things under control?

We were made to be the keepers of the planet, not destroyers. All was well until Adam and Eve believed a lie and we tell lies ever since.

How can we help the broken when we are all broken up ourselves? Will we just pray and after a while…move on?


“This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they’ve done to our relationship with God.

11-12 My dear, dear friends, if God loved us like this, we certainly ought to love each other. No one has seen God, ever. But if we love one another, God dwells deeply within us, and his love becomes complete in us—perfect love!”

1 John 4 MSG

Could we possibly love the way God did at the beginning, and does so exactly the same today? This is how we can love others; with self-sacrificing love…true love…coming from the Father, through us.

After a week or more, will we just move on from what shooting happened this week, or will we keep reaching out to the broken? Let’s not just pack it away like a box I don’t know where to put.

Be still and listen to the broken so you might bear their burden.


Marvels of Nature and Man: Jacob’s Well and Waco Suspension Bridge

This was not the weather we experienced last winter in Texas. While my sister and her husband visited, we hiked to Jacob’s Well in the bitter cold. Being Georgians, they were very cold.

A bit of rain had fallen the day before and we hiked a short way down to the well. I imagine it must be more impressive in the summer with bright sun shining on the well, but this day, looking into the hole was cold and dull. The water was moving slowly and it was a bit disappointing.

But Jacob’s Well is deceptive; while the hole is small, if you swim in it, you can go 100 feet down to several caves where you can get trapped. The website says it is believed that eight or nine people died diving in the well.

We walked over the bridge to the other side and I saw a strange sight. At first I thought someone had littered Styrofoam under a tree. When I looked closer this is what I saw:

Nature’s work of art, but I wasn’t sure how it got there. I found more, but most of them were under trees. It was fascinating! It was a gift not expected.

I called it ribbon candy. It reminded me of candy children were given at Christmas.

I had to investigate and here are my findings:

It appears on a plant commonly called frostweed. Other names are crownberry, Indian tobacco or tickweed. The Latin: Verbesina virginica flowers late in summer and a favorite of the butterfly.

When I touched its edge, it fell to powder, so delicate!

I went to see Jacob’s Well in Cypress Creek, but instead I saw a far more amazing wonder of God…ribbon ice. For some say this wonder of nature is created by itself, but for most wanderers Mother Nature is God.


Waco Suspension Bridge

Some of the best memories as a kid were the old West stories about the Chisholm Trail, Brazos River, and driving the longhorn north. Everything we’d seen on TV or at the movies was all about cowboys.

We found free parking on the street right in front of the Waco Suspension Bridge, but I wasn’t prepared for what was in front of the bridge.

There stood statues of a small herd of longhorns led by cowboys. It was massive and life-like: a stunning work of man’s art.

The artist is Robert Summers. As we walked around, we saw such detail as muscles straining on the longhorns, some horses plodding along, and others in a near frenzy. It was so life-like there were brands on the backs of the longhorns.

We stood by one horse for a photo: I had my hand on his lifted foot and it was much bigger than my hand.

Old wooden planks lined the bridge; built in 1870 by John Roebling, who also built the Brooklyn Bridge. At first they charged 5 cents per cow, but herds found another way over the river. There are two parks on the river: the east side is the Martin Luther King, Jr. Park; on the west side is Indian Springs Park.

Some historians say the Chisholm Trail didn’t go through Waco, but maps show otherwise, but here we are at the Brazos River.

Don’t miss it if you are on your way to Magnolia Market. The bridge is just a couple blocks away. The whole experience was breathtaking.






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