September 2020 - Flannel with Faith

Faithful Fall

Posted on September 22, 2020September 22, 2020 by K.L. Hale — 75 Comments

It’s here. And my flannel is waiting. So long summer solstice. Hello Fall equinox.

Although the sun’s refraction alters true “equality” (12 and 12 hours of sunlight and darkness) we’re all pretty much in sync. Isn’t it encouraging to think that even ~~poll to poll,~~ pole to pole we are somewhat equal?

The days shorter, the mornings crispier, and the air heartier; it’s simply exhilarating to me.

Fall memories flood the crevices of my soul. Some are crisp, some are warm, and they all brought change. I’m embracing them all.

I’ll throw on my flannel, keep the faith, and continue sniffing the aroma of Momma’s apple cake.

As I’m tilting and rotating I’m grounded by the love of a Faithful Father. It’s as comforting as adding that extra layer of flannel.

Many things come to life in the Spring~ I bloom in Autumn. As leaves fall, my praises lift. My spirit will shed with new hope. A hope that the constant in life is always masterfully molded by the hands of my Creator.
K.L. Hale

Although I appreciate all seasons, today begins my favorite. And in this season of my life I welcome the wisdom gained and lessons learned; they create an equator in humanity where we all reside. We rotate together.

Turn, Turn, Turn Take a listen 🎶💚

Have faith 💚

Hiking, flannel, falling leaves, chili?…what’s your fall favorite?

Merci

Posted on September 18, 2020 by K.L. Hale — 41 Comments

Thank you

Thank you to my parents. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my sons, daughter-in-laws and grandbabies. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my family. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my loved ones and friends. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my students. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my pets. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my defeats. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you to my feats. If not for you, there’d be no me.

Thank you Jesus. If not for you, there’d be no me. Because of you, I can be me.
I’ve loved. I’ve lost. I’ve gained. I’ve learned.
I laugh, I dream, I believe, and I live.
k.L. Hale

If you say it too much you might be seen as counterfeit. That’s ok. But to not say it at all? Risk it.

Thank you to my WP community and friends. Because of you, I can be me.

Have faith 💚

Laundered love

Posted on September 10, 2020September 10, 2020 by K.L. Hale — 45 Comments

This morning…

Trips to the laundromat keep me humble. While clothes spin round and round I’m smiling at the good of humanity around me.

I arrived early to use the triple-load washer. So did she; all three of them. “Here you can use one!” she exclaimed. I airhugged her with a “God bless you!”

In the meantime another couple arrived. And then a Dad with two SMALL kids and a car load of laundry.

We were all watching. There was a sudden sense of shared compassion between us. Meeting at the door we ALL broke into action as if we had this game plan etched out a long time.

The door was opened. Dirty laundry was carried and little guys escorted. Without shoes on their feet and grins on their faces they greeted us back. I was in love. Well-done team!

All of us continued our chores with a sense of satisfaction. Time went quickly.

Harriet, the “she” that gave up a machine (and her name) said it was great to meet me. “And you as well,” I said. And of course airhug.

He, one-half of the duo also doing laundry, helped me carry my largest basket to my car.

“Every time I come here I’m blessed in some way. You are so kind to help me,” I declared.

“Well, ma’am I was raised in Mississippi and if my Mom were alive she would’ve kicked my butt for not helping! That’s just how I was raised and still believe it at 50!”

“Me too!”

We all have dirty laundry. You don’t have to carry it alone. Coming clean is freeing. Look around and help carry a load when you can.

Have faith 💚

Just a Few

Posted on September 4, 2020October 25, 2021 by K.L. Hale — 44 Comments

It was a beautiful morning to fly to Washington. “What will she be wearing?”, “How tiny will she be?”, or “Will she love me as much as I love her?” Her radiance is rampant ~Whitley of Washington.
It was a beautiful morning to fly to Idaho. “Will he recognize me?”,“How much has he grown?”, or “Will he love me as much as I love him?” His brightness is breathtaking ~Asher of Alaska.

Just a few hundred or thousand moments and thoughts swirl my senses. Quite a few moments are cemented in my psyche.

Maybe a few seconds, minutes, and hours will go by that I don’t think of them. Those moments will be few and far between.

Traveling isn’t hard when you’ve been around the block a few times. Quite a few heartstrings get tugged when love is your destination. “You don’t need everyone to love you, just a few good people.”-Charity Barnum (“The Greatest Showman”)