Today is June 12, 2016. Were my Mom, Beatrice Love, still alive, she would have been 106 years old. Mom worried about her kids, as all moms do. That is as it should be. I sent her a message in a prayer just to tell her to rest easy. Her eldest is doing better than fine. She probably knew that anyway.
Just sayin’
Indeed, we are not a glum lot!
If this doesn’t say it… I don’t know what does?
I have been in recovery for a couple of 24 hours and this past weekend allowed me to once again reflect on the grace that has been bestowed upon me. I have heard that grace is unearned mercy and indeed that mercy is a priceless gift that I did not earn. In the midnight of my spirit, I could have never imagined that I would feel the warmth of the sun on my soul… ever.
A timely rainbow
I have had people I know say, ‘You never looked miserable.’ They were never able to look into my heart or see through my eyes. Indeed, why should they? I would have never let them in. Whatever self inflicted tragic landscape I wandered through, the music has always been a beacon for me. The music always gave me a reason to continue. I always believed there would be a brighter day.
Want a pink cloud?
You can’t make this stuff up. That pink cloud really was over the big meeting for a bit.
Coincidence?
Anyway, it’s progress not perfection… but one must always keep busy. If we’re not moving forward, we’re sliding backward.
This morning was the Motorcade to Dr. Bob and Annie’s grave. Our dear friend Maria joined us for the run, as she is always welcome to do.
Mutt, Jorma & Maria
Good friends are hard to come by, and I am blessed by many.
Dan, Betty, Jerry, Jim, Mutt & Hillbilly
Some of these folks I see all the time… some only once or twice a year. The circle is always unbroken.
Line them up!
Joey the bagpiper always plays at the grave.
Goin’ home
Goin’ home
I’m a goin’ home
Quiet like, some still day
I’m just goin’ home.
It’s not far
Just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Goin’ to grieve no more.
Then there was an outstanding tribute to Dr. Bob and Annie…
…and Joey played again.
Bring your hanky
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I’m found,
Was blind, but now I see.
’twas Grace that taught,
my heart to fear.
And grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear,
the hour I first believed.
Awesome… I have been riding to Founders Day for almost two decades, and I will keep coming back as long as I can. And Mom, just in case you’re listening… your kid is OK… better than OK. PS, I still miss you and Dad and I always will. That’s just part of the flow.
My spirit walks in the sun!
Jerry, Maria & Me
Subtle
“And when it’s been 10,000 years
Bright burning as the sun
We’ve no less days, to sing God’s praise
Then when we first begun.”
Unmerited favor, unearned mercy, whatever you want to call it, God’s grace truly is amazing.
Isn’t it amazing that a life like John Newton’s can be turned around so completely? Dare I say, it’s almost a miracle. Is a changed life any less of a miracle than restoring sight to the blind, or healing a cripple, or restoring someone’s hearing?(sure could use a miracle in the hearing department!)
love that line, “and grace my fears relieved…”
What could be better than reading Jorma’s autobiography?
Listening to Jorma read it on tape.
If Vanessa signs off on a book deal, the most valuable part will be Jorma reading
it for the book-on-tape-version.
Thanks JK. You remain an inspiration for all in recovery. Thanks for Sharing.
Craig K
Pink Cloud.
Coincidence? I think not.
Coincidences are God’s way of maintaining anonymity.
Excellent post Jorma. Thank you.
I miss my Mom too.
Beautifully said jorma,best wishes and regards always brother.
Nice comments Jorma
Glad all is as it should be.
Peace
Love All Ways