I try very hard not to make my blog entries too personal. But there are times when I have a moment and I need to put it somewhere to remind me later of the Holy Spirit moving through me and Christ reaching out to me.
Now is such a time...
There is a bubbling joy and heartache going in me.
I'm watching Disney's version of Little House on the Prairie, one of my favorite book series and one of the few television shows my mother allowed my twin brother, David and I to watch when we were children.
And I feel so much something special by watching it. Maybe it's the Native Americans that have drifted through the prairie or its my longing for my great grandmother, Rosa, a petite South Carolinian Cherokee speaking Indian with a hint of Geechee in her voice, who kept an old familiar hymn--"A Charge to Keep I Have"--forever mumbling on her lips. She taught me how to fish with a sugar cane pole, dig up earthworms with a snuff bucket, gut a fish, and shoot with rifle. But more important how to be a woman of Spirit. I miss her right now. And I...I know...I believe she sees me or she speaks to me.
Too full for words or typing.
I stop for now.
Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee
The Pruning Principle
2 years ago
2 comments:
Hey Dee,
Thanks for stopping by my blog and with me the link to yours. This is very interesting. I know you said you hate to get too personal, but I enjoyed this post. It's so intriguing to read about other's who've had a non-city life and upbringing. To me, upbringings like you describe show a richness in family closeness and values that can be missing in a lot of city life due to excessive exposure to TV and radio. What your grandmother left with you and instilled in you is a blessing. I can see why you miss her presence, but I'm sure you know that she is always with you, as she resides now in your heart. And the memories she left you are priceless. You are truly blessed!
thanks cherlyn that too sweet :)
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