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BUMBLEBEES LOVE WIND💖🐝💖

Oh YaY you are here! I’ve been missing you… your MeeMee’s been a little under the weather, so I’m so glad to see you! Come outside with me and let’s watch the grass wave in the wind..

The Grass is lovely! Now, look at that little BumbleBee over to our right. Do you see her? She is riding that Milkweed Blossom for all it’s worth, tossing about like a raft…

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TEXAS BACKPORCH WIND: GRASS in the WIND

When they tell us to touch grass, this is what they mean -

the Earth is therapy for the weary soul. Those who are fitted neatly into convenient air-conditioned boxes must break out from time to time; the body can only take so much artificial light before the spirit suffers. We need to feel the sun ,hear the wind, and watch the grass waving free…

the BumbleBee knows. It clings precariously to its Milkweed raft, pitching on the wild grassy sea; it holds tight to the sweetness of the blossom, even as we should hold tight. We are most alive when we are in touch with the earth, riding the wind…

go touch grass.

LEGENDS ARE REAL WHEN YOU'RE LIVING IN TEXAS

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe Trail Riders rode by my ranch yesterday,my neighbors on horseback clip-clopping away;invoking the stories of old, as respects us -Legends are real when you're living in Texas.Cowboys still ride and the Alamo standswhere waters roll wide as the old Rio Grande's;fight to be free as the Good Lord directs us -Legends are real when you're living in Texas.It's hotter than Hell or it's colder than ice,but those three days of Spring seem awfully nice;hailstorms bring twisters as Nature inflects us -Legends are real when you're living in Texas.We watched the Trail Riders ride out of our sight,and I couldn't help but to whoop with delight,joy in this beautiful world that reflects us -Legends are real when you're living in Texas!

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HAPPY EASTER! UP FROM THE GRAVE HE AROSE!🕊️

YaY You are here! Let’s go to Church

…Here is your basket! I made them for you

and here is all the Candy… lets choose our favorite!!! Happy Easter💖

YOU'RE JUST IN TIME!! WE'RE GOING TO SING in CHURCH

Oh thank Goodness - I was worried you might miss it. Come on, let’s go down the road -

It’s just down this way; we are going to the Little White Church in Shiloh. Tonight we celebrate the Tenebrae - the Good Friday Service of Darkness.

Don’t worry - there are candles inside. The Tenebrae follows the seven last words of Christ, and there is a candle for each of the Seven Last Words. They will light the darkness.

Thank you so much for coming to Church with me! If you sit nicely and sing, I’ll let you get candy from my purse…

there is always candy in MeeMee’s Purse.

THE BROKEN CHRIST

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedMatt Pittman of @GeauxReadBooks has a profound take on Christ's suffering, and an epiphany occurred to me: the Brokenness of Christ is as unfathomable as our own.

For so many of us who have suffered catastrophies, Easter can feel hollow as a chocolate Bunny; the far away joy of a promised life can seem empty in the face of our brokenness. But this is the message we so often miss at Easter: Christ is Broken, too.

Christ of Saint John of the Cross - Salvador Dali, 1951

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedChrist doesn't 'bounce back'; He doesn't 'fight and win', He doesn't have a miraculous intervention on his behalf- He is tortured and killed. Christ is broken by His Suffering, even as we are; He is broken, even as every Human who prays by the grave is broken. He is broken, even as every criminal who ever died in a prison is broken - and in His suffering, God becomes Man.It is the greatest sacrifice to Humanity from an Almighty God, to suffer as His Children do. And then, when all hope is gone, a Light erupts from the darkest place in the Human Soul, and the stone rolls away - Christ arose. We are hand in hand, God and Man, Creator and Creation, the ultimate story of love and redemption to ever grace the history of the universe - Broken, then Risen again, Christ and Humanity, alive eternal in Love. Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published

COME WATCH the WIND WITH ME

DON’T LOOK AT MY HAIR - I’m a hot mess. But come sit down and have something nice. How was your day??

Your MoraleOfficerGran was here earlier - she made pancakes but we ate them all and I know you’re hungry! So I made some spicy peanut Ramen for you, and poured up a Black Cherry Sparkle Water for you.

Go ahead and eat - I’ll open up the window, and we can listen to the wind blow through the Mesquites outside… now, what was it you wanted to talk about today? No matter what the day may bring, watching the Wind always makes it better…

OH IT's YOU!! Come In and Sit Down...

Well let me look at you! You are looking so good! Now, I heard about that little situation, and I just want to you to know -

I believe in you, and so does God. You’re going to make it, sweetie…

here, have a cookie💖Can you help me with the remote again?

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PROMISE KEPT

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA promise made, a promise kept.Into your sunflowers I wept,remembering that day...and still, your silk sunflowers bloom,driving back the grief and gloomto push the clouds away -the Sun still is. The Earth still spins.The Heart that loved forgives the sinsthat marred our mortal clay;A promise made, a promise kept.A year's gone by, and time's not sweptyour memory away.You're with me still, today - remembering that day Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published.