Ever Land

I refuse to grow up or grow old. I consider myself a conscious and responsible member of the world. However, that doesn’t mean I have to grow up and lose my childhood enthusiasm, and since old is an attitude I am never going to let myself be old. On the contrary, I am going to keep a young attitude and a sharp wit. I am going to play all my days. I am going to stay busy watching worms wiggle and flowers grow.

Speaking of flowers, spring is coming! That might come as a surprise today, since most of the United States is being hit by a nice wintry mix of snow and icy rain. Yet, spring is right around the corner. With spring comes the blooming of flowers, which means my yard will once again be filled with buttercups and dandelions; two of my favorite flowers. What, I heard that. You can call them weeds if you like, but in my book, they are flowers worthy of admiration and safekeeping. Each year, my husband has to do a lot of convincing to get me to let him cut the yard with all its beautiful yellow wildflowers. One year he let me have my carpet of yellow for weeks before he felt that the neighbors would complain. Then and only then did he cut the yard, however, he did keep a nice patch of buttercups off to the side. He sure does know how to make a girl happy.


Like calling Dandelions weeds, it is often true with other things in our lives, things we think are bothersome or unpleasant; yet often they are actually blessings in disguise. God often brings us some of our greatest blessing in unexpected shapes and forms.

Therefore, we must be mindful, as we are culling things in our lives to ask God what needs to remain. We must also be careful to not allow anyone to persuade or dissuade us with their helpful advice.

As winter winds blow and howl all around you think to the spring. Know that the father has his hands upon the time and flow of all things. Do not fret and worry for all will be well. There are many things ready to bloom and swell. Wait upon the time with wonderful anticipation. Yet, waste no time in worrisome contemplation.

The things that you see and hear are sometimes more than you can bear. Yet, know that like the spring there are blessings waiting to grow.

And even when things seem bleak there is love hidden for those who seek. And all of the ugliness of this time will one day be covered with beauty.

We never mean to be trite, only to remind you that no matter your blight God knows of it too and is always there for you.

We wish we could change all things now but we can’t. You are more mighty and powerful for many of this. You have within the weapons you need. You have the lion’s heart.

Carry forward and on and take hold of each other, to uplift all.

The Angels


I love when the angels wax poetic. It may seem redundant and trite at times, but no apologies from me or the angels fore we believe in the power of love. Many blessings are waiting to come alive in our lives. Just like the many buttercups waiting for spring.

Thinking warm spring thoughts ready to awaken your heart and soul,


Left-handed scribe

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