Well, I just dropped off our last rent check.  The last check signed and dated “the next adventure awaits”. The last check signifying another daisy stem added to the marriage bouquet. As the years dew drop by, each chime vines and intertwines around a marriage. New nuances and friendly nostalgic moments add ponder peonies, romantic roses, and baby’s breath to the marriage bouquet. We are adding a “new home” hydrangea to the Baudoin vase.  The years truly sway like wildflowers free amongst a peaceful pasture.  But, those moments are picked and placed upon a grainy table, engraining love that lasts and clasps generations.  Our marriage has blossomed with beautiful blooms every year, every moon. Place a vase on your timeline table and fill it with memory magnolia stems.  Watch your bouquet sow and grow. 

Adoration is defined as the act of paying honor, reverent homage, and fervent and devoted love. A couple days ago, as I was about to venture off into berry bushes of busyness, I noticed a sweet gesture caressing my dashboard...my husband filled my car with gas.  That simple act that is done by drivers on a daily basis adorned my heart with adoration.  Adoration comes in many subtle nuances that grace the marriage house. Gestures that lighten the burden of a spouse honors your husband or wife with servant-hood. Servant-hood pays homage to the person’s mind and their well-being. A spouse should eliminate stress and place a picture of peace on the wall.  Adoration frames your true love with reverence and a light shines upon the picture with devotion.  Line walls with tribute to your spouse, accentuating attributes.  Adoration will fill the hallways of the marriage house with dedication. Your spouse’s needs are important knick-knacks that home on sentimental shelve

Behind this door there has been love forever more. Behind this “B” there has been a mahogany chest of memories. Behind this “B” that represents our last name, the letters have been soldered together, bonding a cherished chain. Behind this apartment door, a love has been written into a Baudoin folklore. This apartment is our first home as a married couple. We have built our new marriage here for 2 years. Now, we will be moving into a new house August 25th - our official moving date. Last night, I looked around our joy filled home and got tears in my eyes. “We will be starting a new chapter,” I thought.  When memories that have been made into joyful bricks and have covered you with a roof of adoration, it’s somewhat bittersweet to shut the door behind.  But, I am over the rainbow to start a new journey with my soulmate. God has set before us our new path. His paths are lined with lovely lilacs aromatic with goodness. I know the memories that have been made in o

I can’t help but notice all the strife, unrest, and chaos in the world. Frigid Winter waters have frozen souls with hatred and emptiness. Hearts are lacking heated blankets of fulfillment.  Discord is choking the world with the cord of discontent.  I want more I’m not happy  I’m depressed I’m anxious  I need answers  I want more  Hearts are bathtubs full of icy water. Hearts are bathtubs that bear holes. Without God, fulfillment comes from worldly finds and psychology. Gushing waters of hollow hopes fills the heart, then quickly siphons through the hidden hole at the bottom. Splashes of enticing enlightenment fills the heart, then swiftly leaks through the masked hole in the corner. Waves of wavering wonder fills the heart, then rapidly drains through the veiled hole at the rim.  God fills the heart to the brim and beyond, with truth and sound love.  God heals the depression holes with joy God fixes anxiety holes with stability God pads the barren holes