Favorite Things

I love this little white pot planted with a variegated artillery plant. Small plants make me happy. My youngest says I'm turning into that "weird plant lady" which I suppose is akin to that "weird cat lady." : - ) Yet, in the same breath she says she would like one of these plants, too, please! 

I planted a few for early Easter gifts to friends.... I know it is not time to say "He is Risen!" as we are still in the dark days of Lent, but I couldn't help looking forward to Sunday after next! My soul feels heavy this week..... It will be good to sing:

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
— In Christ Alone

.... but not yet. Not yet. 

I also love the red scallop shell. My friend S has taught me to love scallops in general but especially these red ones. We've spent hours on the beach looking for perfect red scallops. We are like little girls hunting secret treasures.

The scallop shell symbolizes pilgrimage. Today I am especially trying to remember I am only a pilgrim here on this earth. This is not my home. I am so apt to forget that and try to make myself comfortable here..... begrudging every little problem, anxiety, and discomfort.  It is a never-ending battle. (Lord, help me today to remember the promise of Heaven, the hope of seeing Jesus face-to-face and living in the Light of His Glory!)

These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.
— Hebrews 11:13-16

Last is the sweet yellow pottery bird my friend S brought me as a surprise last week. He fits just so in the palm of your hand and comes from a special potter in our county, a woman who was a friend of my spiritual mother who is now waiting for me with Jesus..... How I do miss her! So when I see this bird in my kitchen I think of the present blessings of my buddy S but also of the hope of seeing my other friend again, too. I can just hear her saying, "Girl, it's all going to be just fine. God is on His throne." 

Yes, indeed He is. Oh, forgetful heart of mine, remember!