Make Music

 “One ought, every day at least, to hear 
a little song, to read a good poem, to see 
a fine picture, and if it were at all possible,
 to speak a few reasonable words.” 
Johann Wolfgang  Von Goethe

Make Music
by Elece Hollis

Make music wherever you go;
That’s generosity.
Tap a rhythm—start the beat;
That’s leadership.

Hum and strum a melody;
That’s encouragement.

Laugh at false starts and off key notes;
That’s grace.

Sing the words out loud and bold;
That’s a gift to the world.


“Then those who sing,
 as well as those who play the flutes, shall say,
 ‘All my springs of joy are in you.'”
 Psalm 87:7

Zinnias

Zinnias are circus flowers.
They have pizzazz!
They make the passerby shout with glee.
Make him recall an old melody.

Zinnias are not the slightest tad shy; 
They shout and wave
As you walk by, “Look at me.
 Look at me. Look at me! 

I’m as bright as bright can be!
 Butterflies love to dance atop me.
On tippet-toe they ride the breeze,
They light and flutter merrily.”

 Zinnias, you make quite a show,
 With colors and shapes that
 Swirl and glow, that shout, that sing,
 That mesmerize flocks of bumblebees!

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus,

 I read in Isaiah 55 these words:
 “So you will go out with joy, 
and be led forth in peace. 
The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you 
and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.
Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were.
 Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were.
 These things will be a reminder of the Lord’s promise,
and this reminder will never be destroyed.”

 I love roses on their thorny bushes. 
I love roses and can’t think that heaven on earth could lack them.
 Oh, Jesus…….
Oh, please, Lord say there will still be roses!

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus,

 I read in Isaiah 55 these words:
 “So you will go out with joy, 
and be led forth in peace. 
The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you 
and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.
Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were.
 Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were.
 These things will be a reminder of the Lord’s promise,
and this reminder will never be destroyed.”

 I love roses on their thorny bushes. 
I love roses and can’t think that heaven on earth could lack them.
 Oh, Jesus…….
Oh, please, Lord say there will still be roses!

A Baby Born

Dear Mama,

This week I was the grandma. I rushed to Audra’s house to keep the children while she gave birth to another little one. This time she was experiencing a slow labor with long gaps in the pain. The work was worrisome. The hours passed slowly. Eventually, the contractions picked up and soon my third daughter was birthing her third daughter.

As the baby was born to us and we saw her little self all wet and soft, we realized the awesome power of life, and at the same moment felt the complete helplessness that defines us as humans. The baby girl was well prepared for her earthly journey. God built into her all that she would need to survive her lifetime. Her heart, her lungs, her stomach and internal organs, her skin and hair, her brain, and even her ears and eyes would  make her able to grow, walk, read, talk, explore, and work in her spot on the planet.

Yet, we could do nothing for her except to love her and make her comfortable. We could not guarantee her to be strong and well. We had not given her breath or made her blood flow through the arteries and veins.We could not keep her alive if God deemed otherwise.

It is hard to be the grandma knowing what I know now. I know that this new baby’s infant days will pass quickly and that before her parents can imagine it, she will grow into a toddler and then a little child twirling in the center of the living room showing off her pink dress ruffles to Daddy. In a few more months (or so it seemed to me) she will turn thirteen, and a few minutes later go off to college and/or head down the aisle as a bride. Before long, she will be calling her Mama to come assist with her own baby’s introduction into the world.

My girl will try, as I did, and as you did with your brood to make them happy and healthy. She will try to never miss a day of fun and learning. To make every day count, but time marches unmercifully on.

I helped my daughter and I watched her suffer and strain and I saw the tears of exhaustion turn to tears of joy at the sight of her precious baby. I was honored to be there. I was happy to be there, and terror stricken, and dismayed, all rolled into one grandmother.

I laughed. I cried. I hoped. I feared. And I thought of you, Mama, and how much I have always depended on you. How much I needed you and still do. I hope that I am as good a mama to each of my daughters as you have been to me.

Love Your Third Daughter,
Elece

 Audra with her new baby girl, Madison Louise.

A Baby Born

Dear Mama,

This week I was the grandma. I rushed to Audra’s house to keep the children while she gave birth to another little one. This time she was experiencing a slow labor with long gaps in the pain. The work was worrisome. The hours passed slowly. Eventually, the contractions picked up and soon my third daughter was birthing her third daughter.

As the baby was born to us and we saw her little self all wet and soft, we realized the awesome power of life, and at the same moment felt the complete helplessness that defines us as humans. The baby girl was well prepared for her earthly journey. God built into her all that she would need to survive her lifetime. Her heart, her lungs, her stomach and internal organs, her skin and hair, her brain, and even her ears and eyes would  make her able to grow, walk, read, talk, explore, and work in her spot on the planet.

Yet, we could do nothing for her except to love her and make her comfortable. We could not guarantee her to be strong and well. We had not given her breath or made her blood flow through the arteries and veins.We could not keep her alive if God deemed otherwise.

It is hard to be the grandma knowing what I know now. I know that this new baby’s infant days will pass quickly and that before her parents can imagine it, she will grow into a toddler and then a little child twirling in the center of the living room showing off her pink dress ruffles to Daddy. In a few more months (or so it seemed to me) she will turn thirteen, and a few minutes later go off to college and/or head down the aisle as a bride. Before long, she will be calling her Mama to come assist with her own baby’s introduction into the world.

My girl will try, as I did, and as you did with your brood to make them happy and healthy. She will try to never miss a day of fun and learning. To make every day count, but time marches unmercifully on.

I helped my daughter and I watched her suffer and strain and I saw the tears of exhaustion turn to tears of joy at the sight of her precious baby. I was honored to be there. I was happy to be there, and terror stricken, and dismayed, all rolled into one grandmother.

I laughed. I cried. I hoped. I feared. And I thought of you, Mama, and how much I have always depended on you. How much I needed you and still do. I hope that I am as good a mama to each of my daughters as you have been to me.

Love Your Third Daughter,
Elece

 Audra with her new baby girl, Madison Louise.

Flowers for Sale

Beautiful trays of plants were sold at the Azalea Festival in Muskogee, Oklahoma this spring. After winter the flowers are such a refreshing sight. Coleus comes in many varieties. It was one of my mother-in-laws favorite plants.
Impatiens, petunias, moss rose and so many of the brightest and most loved summer plants can be purchased at farmer’s markets during April.

I bought two new white azaleas and a purple azalea to plant between my pink and red varieties. It should look like this when it all blooms next spring.