September 13th, 2023
Hello Friends –
I just finished a book by C.S.Lewis called, “The Pilgrims Regress,” it is a allegory and after reading, it set my mind thinking and below is what it inspired. If you have not read it or read “The Pilgrim’s Progress” by John Bunyan, I will include the summary below for each.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my blog today.
Once again I’m surrounded by things that belonged to her, as my eyes browse through the rooms of this home, “I wonder.” Mr. Brush, was her hair the last to touch your bristles? What of you Mr. Scissors, she held you for many years and over many long hours. You were a confidant & friend always appreciated, though sometimes out of need while other times just for creativity. Mr. Pillow, so soft and fluffy, I wish she had spent more time dreaming while resting upon you. I now come to you, Mr. Kitchen and your extended family. How she loved being in your realm, most especially the time spent with Mr. Baking-Sheet! I’m quite certain I’ll never again taste the magic that you and she created, called chocolate sheet cake! It’s was the sweetest and best I’ve ever tasted.
Now, I would very much like to address the Cleaning family. You never let her down, no job too small or too big. You were trusted. She collaborated with you on a regular schedule, she even shared you with me at a young age. I have to admit, early in my life I was not a fan! Alas, now that I am now older and can see the errors of my youth, I must admit you taught me more than the family business. You taught me responsibility, trust, appreciate and reliability to name a few. I also know that you have been a close friend of the family for many generations, and hopefully to many more.
Mr. Television, you did not know her as she was before you came into this house but your uncle, Mr. Tee Vee did know her. He didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her but when they did it was lovely. She liked him very much but life kept her busy and little time was left to just sit with him.
We all agree, she is missed so terribly but we would never wish her back from her place of rest and peace. We carry her with us wherever we go, she was one of a kind. Smart and sassy, intelligent and intuitive, strong and loving, unselfish and giving. Plus, so much more…
Her legacy lives on and through everything and everyone who knew her.
This is dedicated to my mom, Shirley “Peach” Robinson. 1946-2012, she was a hairdresser by occupation and owned her won business. She is my mom and my biggest fan.
Today while I was visiting my dad he talked about Psalm 139 and it’s powerful verses, I would like to share them with you.
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.
If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord, and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
—Psalm 139 NIV
~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.
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