WELCOME JANUARY. There is just something about you.
A simple beauty.
A quietness.
A stillness.
I so enjoy you!
When I look at the stark trees and cold hard ground,
I do not see death but life. Hope and newness.
Knowing that even though my eyes cannot see,
there is life and growth happening just below the surface.
And in a short time –
Spring will arrive and burst forth with a different beauty.
January ~ thank you for your reminder there is always HOPE . . .
Always HOPE in Jesus 
Long Legged boy loves his Dad.
Taco night at the Azarians
Oh so good to remember this in these hard times
Working from home so tiring.
Miss my coworkers.
Miss my desk and my other life.
Treated myself to a new coffee mug for
some added cheer !
Road trip with Hubby.
Always a pit stop for breakfast.
Blessed to sit by the fire !
Been craving pizza. Don't want the carbs and salt.
Decided to make my own. Delicious ~
Whole Wheat Flax and Oat bran pita.
Low Salt Feta, No Salt Olives, Artichokes,
Roasted Peppers and EVOO. Satisfying.
Found a very simple Tomato Soup recipe.
Oh it smells so good
And tastes even better !
You know it is going to be a long day when your
little tuxedo cat keeps you up all night jumping at
the car headlight shadows on the wall right by
your head ~ 
oh Ara ! 😺
oh Ara ! 😺I love my new water bottle.
Found a facebook page on London.
I am really enjoying all the photos.
I love our Patsy
Someone starting hopping up on
Mom's lap 💓
We are expecting a BIG snow.
The boys are bonding
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Made a very simple mushroom soup recipe I found in my
Country Women Magazine
Have you ever noticed how in the scriptures men
are always going up into the mountains to
commune with the Lord?
Yet in the scriptures we hardly ever
hear of women going to the mountains.
But we know why — right?
Because the women were too busy
keeping life going;
they couldn’t abandon babies,
meals,
homes,
fires,
gardens,
and a thousand responsibilities to make
the climb into the mountains!
I was talking to a friend the other day,
saying that as modern woman
I feel like I’m never “free” enough
from my responsibilities,
never in a quiet enough space
I want with God.
Her response floored me,
“That is why God comes to women.
Men have to climb the mountain to meet God,
but God comes to women where ever they are.”
I have been pondering on her words for weeks
and have searched my scriptures
to see that what she said is true.
God does in deed come to women
where they are,
when they are doing their ordinary,
everyday work.
He meets them at the wells
where they draw water for their families,
in their homes,
in their kitchens,
in their gardens.
He comes to them
as they sit beside sickbeds,
as they give birth,
care for the elderly,
and perform necessary mourning and burial rites.
Even at the empty tomb,
Mary was the first to witness Christ’s resurrection,
She was there because she was doing
the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial.
In these seemingly mundane
and ordinary tasks,
these women of the scriptures found
themselves face to face with divinity.
So if — like me — you ever start to bemoan
the fact that you don’t have as much time to
spend in the mountains with God as you would like.
Remember, God comes to women.
He knows where we are and the burdens we carry.
He sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts
we will see Him, even in the most ordinary places
and in the most ordinary things.
He lives. And he’s using a time such
as this to speak to women around the world.
That's a wrap for January.
