Change your setting

The young traumatized flowers lay gasping for nourishment.  Their young lives cut short of revealing their full splendor. Her regret, not discovering her purpose. 

She could sense the life choking from her. She collapsed in a basket along with others she never noticed before. Would she not have time to flower? Is her purpose to perish in this setting? She felt strength decrease from her; she realized she was weeping from the end of her stem. Vitality leaving her, she soon would be limp and the death of her existence would disappear. She predicted she would not see the evening.

Then she received more cutting. Then dipped in water. Oh my, the agony of the end seemed unbearable. 


Then suffocation from drowning, but instead of drowning, she received nourishment; her stem straighter and her bloom fuller and more vibrant. She found a new family of blooms and greenery who filled her new home to make beauty. Normally she lived unnoticed, but now she stood in a place of honor and the focal point. She burst with pride and delight.


Except unbeknownst to this little bloom, she had a significant mission. A gentleman strolled in and acquired her new home. She and the others wrapped in cellophane and taken away. The drive made the bloom squeamish. When he stepped into a room of sadness, but when he set us beside a woman in bed. As the woman opened her eyes, the hospital room sprang into a rainbow of lights. The man brushed his finger against her cheek and kissed her lips. He moved us in front of her nose, and she smiled and dabbed the bloom. The power of love came through the touch, the smile caused the bloom to stand taller and stronger. The bloom found her purpose. She was to give happiness in the time of pain. There may be tears and sad smiles, but for the full-blown flower, it was the gentle touch of the woman’s finger. Lesson learned, change happens, bloom where your planted.

What do you Choose​​?


Do not live in the circumstances presented,

but choose the gift in front of you.

The Circumstances

“I see countless years of pain, why should I consider your words? How can suffering bring positives? My husband left me, I lost my home of 20 years, and I occupy a job I detest.”

 “Carol, continue.”

 “Continue? Isn’t that enough? You haven’t experienced my pain or traveled my road!” 

“My experience may never look similar to yours, however, there are two sides to a coin and two sides to every dilemma. The gifts that surround you will counteract the negatives.”

“You must be joking! How can there be a positive? A divorce, a loss of home, a job I hate! I see no favorable outcome or gift.”

“You have children, correct? Whom you love, care for, and hold? Are they not gifts?”

“Yes, but I cannot tolerate this pain any longer.”

Your Choice

“Are your children not a product of your marriage? Maybe they are the treasure you pursue? Have they not kept you going? Are they not why you work?”

“Well, yes! But…”

“Carol, receive your gifts. Your children are a blessing. Suppose tonight, instead of throwing sorrow, give joy and the unusual?”

“But I can’t afford the unusual.”

“Cooking happens each day, what about an unusual dish?”

“They only love macaroni and cheese.”

“Then cook a whole meal of macaroni and cheese, just for fun? Carol,  receive the gifts in front of you. Learn to recognize them with a joyous heart. And in this process, you will teach your children to seek the gifts in a storm. 

In Conclusion

Storms water plants.

Losing a house becomes a new home to decorate.

Every night introduces a new day.

The Lord who died on a cross gave a rebirth for His sheep. 

A season of Harvest

Happy Thanksgiving

The days are cooler, Mr. Rogers said. I love the cooler days of this season. The summer is for growing and the fall for harvesting. It goes along with God’s way. He grows us sometimes with hard seasons, but we come out strong and receive the fruit of our labor. Thank you, Lord, for guiding us and giving us wisdom to live in the season of harvest. I am thankful for the fruit of my labor. I am thankful for my weekends.

Mr. Rogers, I thought you would get all philosophical on me. And all of that talk was about the weekend?

Well, what is wrong with being thankful for my weekend?

Mr. Rogers, this season is about the pilgrims and the Indians, not about your weekend.

Oh, but Mr. Cole, The Indians and pilgrims were teaching us to be thankful for all blessings.

And my blessing is the weekend. 

Psalm 32

Joy, rejoice, forgiven

This Psalm’s theme is Joy,

How to have joy and the effects of no joy.

1      Oh, what joy for those

whose disobedience is forgiven,

whose sin is put out of sight!

The effects of forgiveness bring joy

2      Yes, what joy for those

whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt,

whose lives are lived in complete honesty!

When forgiven we are free of guilt brings joy

3      When I refused to confess my sin,

my body wasted away,

and I groaned all day long.

Physical damage of not acknowledging sin.

4      Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me.

My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat.

 Strength is drained and heaviness of heart when Unforgiven

5      Finally, I confessed all my sins to you

and stopped trying to hide my guilt.

I said to myself, “I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.”

And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone.

A decision must be made to stop fighting God

6      Therefore, let all the godly pray to you while there is still time,

that they may not drown in the floodwaters of judgment.


7      For you are my hiding place;

you protect me from trouble.

You surround me with songs of victory.

 After forgiveness, there is a realization of protection and victory

8      The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.

I will advise you and watch over you.

He also guides, gives advice and watches over us

9      Do not be like a senseless horse or mule

that needs a bit and bridle to keep it under control.

The reminder to not live as a person needing control

10     Many sorrows come to the wicked,

  but unfailing love surrounds those who trust the Lord.

   The difference between trusting and not trusting

11    So rejoice in the Lord and be glad, all you who obey him!

So rejoice in the Lord and be glad

 Shout for joy, all you whose hearts are pure!

Simply You Matter,

Trust and Shout for Joy!

Psalm 31

A psalm of grief, depression, and distress,

In the beginning, the Psalmist asks Verse 1-5
And in the end, God answers in verse 22
The grief is so strong that the psalmist talks of the physical effects in verse 9&10

  1. Body and soul withers away
  2. Years shortened
  3. Energy drained
  4. In fact, he puts it like this, “he is wasting away from within”


  1. Lord, I have come to you for protection;

don’t let me be disgraced.

Save me, for you do what is right.

2      Turn your ear to listen to me;

rescue me quickly.

Be my rock of protection,

a fortress where I will be safe.

3      You are my rock and my fortress.

For the honor of your name, lead me out of this danger.

4      Pull me from the trap my enemies set for me,

for I find protection in you alone.

5      I entrust my spirit into your hand.

Rescue me, Lord, for you are a faithful God.

6      I hate those who worship worthless idols.

I trust in the Lord.

Psalm 31:7
Psalm 31:7
  I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love, for you have seen my troubles, and you care about the anguish of my soul.

7      I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love,

for you have seen my troubles,

and you care about the anguish of my soul.

8      You have not handed me over to my enemies

but have set me in a safe place.

9      Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress.

Tears blur my eyes.

My body and soul are withering away.

10    I am dying from grief;

my years are shortened by sadness.

Sin has drained my strength;

I am wasting away from within.

11    I am scorned by all my enemies

and despised by my neighbors—

even my friends are afraid to come near me.

When they see me on the street,

they run the other way.

12    I am ignored as if I were dead,

as if I were a broken pot.

A side note: Kintsugi-Beauty out of Brokeness

God says he gives beauty for ashes in Isaiah 61:3

The Japanese use Kintsugi to show “Beauty out of brokenness”

13    I have heard the many rumors about me,

and I am surrounded by terror.

My enemies conspire against me,

plotting to take my life.

Beauty for Ashes
Beauty for Ashes
Isaiah 61:3

14    But I am trusting you, O Lord,

saying, “You are my God!”

15    My future is in your hands.

Rescue me from those who hunt me down relentlessly.

16    Let your favor shine on your servant.

In your unfailing love, rescue me.

17    Don’t let me be disgraced, O Lord,

for I call out to you for help.

Let the wicked be disgraced;

let them lie silent in the grave.

18    Silence their lying lips—

those proud and arrogant lips that accuse the godly.

19    How great is the goodness

you have stored up for those who fear you.

You lavish it on those who come to you for protection,

blessing them before the watching world.

20    You hide them in the shelter of your presence,

safe from those who conspire against them.

You shelter them in your presence,

far from accusing tongues.

21    Praise the Lord,

for he has shown me the wonders of his unfailing love.

He kept me safe when my city was under attack.

22    In panic, I cried out,

“I am cut off from the Lord!”


God sees and hears your prayer
God sees and hears your prayer

But you heard my cry for mercy


and answered my call for help.

23    Love the Lord, all you godly ones!

For the Lord protects those who are loyal to him,

but he harshly punishes the arrogant.

24    So be strong and courageous,

all you who put your hope in the Lord!


Simply you Matter,

God hears and answers your calls for help in times of grief,

You are seen by the creator

Psalm 30 (NLT)

God, a rescuer:

1      I will exalt you, Lord, for you rescued me.

You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.

2      O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,

and you restored my health.

3      You brought me up from the grave, O Lord.

You kept me from falling into the pit of death.

4      Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!

Praise his holy name.

5      For his anger lasts only a moment,

but his favor lasts a lifetime!

Weeping may last through the night,

but joy comes with the morning.

Times when pride sets in:

6      When I was prosperous, I said,

“Nothing can stop me now!”

7      Your favor, O Lord, made me as secure as a mountain. (with God)

Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered. (without God)


8      I cried out to you, O Lord.

I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,

9      “What will you gain if I die,

if I sink into the grave?

Can my dust praise you?

Can it tell of your faithfulness?

10    Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me.

Help me, O Lord.

God hears with his mercy:

11    You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.

You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,

12    that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

even in times of pride, God rescues

Simply You Matter,