I like to go for a three-mile walk every morning just to try and stay healthy. I usually try to go around seven o’clock before it gets so hot. This morning it was very nice; over cast and a nice breeze. The breeze always helps. There is one hill that almost kicks my butt so I celebrate with a big drink of water when I crest it. Small treats that makes one smile. This grasshopper doesn’t have anything to do with my walk but I love his colors and was happy when I was able to capture his photo; another small treat. God gives us so many things to be thankful for and we don’t have to look hard to find them.
So what does grasshoppers and walks have to do with a row of ants? Nothing really, I guess, except they are God’s creatures. But as I’m walking I always notice these cars on one street I have to cross. They are lined up like a row of ants waiting to get on the main highway and get to work or whatever. People are so busy. I once was a member of that rat race before I retired. And I guess they don’t have a single thing to do with Shiny unless you can claim their headlights. But it is interesting to see. Just a few of my Monday thoughts.
Thank you for stopping by and God bless. Stay safe out there.
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I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I tell you 2016 flew by so fast I was surprised it was that time again. But we had a wonderful time. My family was together and that always makes me happy. Both of my sons and daughters-in-law are Christians and they are teaching my six-year-old grandson to serve God. I know we can’t make that decision for him but at least we can give him the foundation.
With that said I must talk about one of my pet peeves. I hate it when I hear someone say ‘Christmas is all about the kids.’ No it isn’t! Christmas is about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! We are celebrating His birth. Yes, I get the gift giving concept because God gave us His Only Son as a gift that we can accept and have eternal life. I guess you could say Jesus was the First Christmas Gift. And listen, I love giving at Christmas and I love getting gifts also but please let’s remember the real reason for the celebration.
Don’t get me wrong I love children…well most of them anyway. I have been around a few I found hard to tolerate but that is not the child’s fault. There are no bad children just terrible parents who fail to teach what they should. But that’s a subject for another post.
Thank you for stopping by and come back whenever you want; you are always welcome. And please when you hear someone say ‘Christmas is all about the kids’ explain to them what Christmas is really about.
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hundreds We went shopping Wednesday and had dinner out at my favorite Asian Restaurant. While we were out we were hit by a bad thunderstorm; lightning lite up the sky.
That is one thing I have never been able to catch with my camera (lightning) even though Tampa is the Lightning Capital of the World (so they say.) Anyway we had a wonderful afternoon of shopping and eating; two of my favorite things to do.
When we got home this is what we found in out backyard.
And from a different angle.
It sort of crushed our picnic table but not completely. Thank God my husband is a great carpenter and can absolutely make or repair anything made of wood. We were not so lucky with some of my flowers but thankfully they were mostly annuals. But what do they say about every cloud has a silver lining; and you should always look for the good in everything? Wellll… while the limb was dangling I found this. Yeah…yeah I know I should never have gotten that close.
Layers of honeycomb. Of course there was no honey because the bees left weeks ago. Thank God or there would have be hundreds swarming. But I was excited to see this.
My husband is working on clearing everything up today and he is trying to
save the part with the comb. I can’t wait to show it to my grandson.
But just in case it falls apart I was able to rescue these.
I had to have one for my sister-in-law because she loves nature as much as I do (or more.) I’m going to check at Lowe’s and see if I can find something to spray them with that will preserve them. Any ideas?
Thank you for stopping by, please come back soon. Have a blessed day and always look for God’s blessings they’re there if you only look. God bless.
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A few years back my husband and I visited this canyon in North Georgia. It is a perfect example of the beauty of God’s work. It has great hiking trails and was not crowded. As a matter of fact we only saw two other people the whole time we were there. It isn’t highly advertised so few people know about it, I guess.
Our word today is Admiration and I have to say I admire our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ more than anything or anybody. Man can never compare to the work of His hands from the tiniest flower to the huge mountains and deep valleys. He was total Man and total God and though he was tempted far beyond what we will ever be He never sinned. He Who knew no sins took on all sins so we can be saved. When I see the gorgeous work He does here it makes me wonder how beautiful Heaven must be.
So when you see a pretty flower or magnificent sunset please stop and realize you are looking at God’s work and take a minute to thank Him for it and all He does. Don’t let His love and beauty pass you by without acknowledging it.
Thank you for stopping by and please come back soon. In the meantime enjoy what God has given us to enjoy.
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Whenever I hear The Star Spangled Banner it brings tears to my eyes. Am I being sentimental or patriotic?
We are so blessed to live in The United States of America. Our freedom did not come free. No… our fathers, brothers, husbands, sisters and even mothers paid the highest price for the rights we enjoy in this country and to stand and sing that song. They paid and are still paying so we can post how we feel about our country or anything else we so choose. We can open our Bibles and read them in public without the fear of being punished or killed or have our families tortured because we follow Jesus. As far as that goes we have a freedom to choose any religion we care to believe in. I hate to hear someone run down our country. If they don’t like it they have the freedom to leave any time they want. It is true there are faults in The United States but I will take it over any other place on earth. I am so thankful that God let me be born and live in such a beautiful and wonderful place.
When we hear The Star Spangled Banner lets all stand and be thankful for our military and the rights they provide for us every day. So…am I sentimental or patriotic? I like to think I am a little of both.
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When I work up day before yesterday the far back of my yard looked like this; fog! Yes, it is that season of the year here; we get thick fog. Oh we will probably have a few more what we call cold days but it is nothing compared to what some of you in the northern states are getting. It is still winter but I’m getting spring fever. For the last three or four days it weather has been in the 70s; just perfect for working in the yard.
My five year old grandson calls the extreme back piece of my property “the jungle” because I have banana, avocado, papaya, loquat, fig, olive and guava trees back there. I also have my vegetables garden and several kinds of flowers. I suppose it might look like a jungle to him.
Yes, we do have seasons in Florida and there is something in every one of them that I love. I like to sit on my back-porch and watch it rain and when it is foggy and chilly I pull on sweats and sat in my glider with my hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. The sun breaking through the clouds is a beautiful sight to behold. Because I put out food I have so many wild birds that come to visit. I try to catch photos of them. I’ll share some in another post.
The first of the week my son was here from Texas and we built a big fire in our large pit. While we were enjoying it a flock of wild geese flew over; heading back north. And yesterday my yard was full of red-breast robins. I do believe those are sure signs that our winter cold is almost gone; or will be in the next couple of weeks. I’m always excited for the spring season because that is when I get the soil ready and plant my spring and summer gardens.
Like I said there is something special in every season and I thank God that I am able to see and enjoy them. Living in Florida was one of the goals I set for myself when I was just a child and I’m thankful I fulfilled it. I love my little piece of Florida.
Thank you for stopping by and I hope to see you again soon. Until then keep enjoying all the blessings God gives you, trust me they are too many to count. God Bless
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There are so many songs that I like but the one that most represents me has a line that says “Lord you’ve been mighty good to me.” That is so true of my life, of course I’ve seen bad times and had heartache and sorrow just like anyone else. The thing is I’ve learned to count my blessings instead of dwelling on the bad. If we look around and see all the good that God has and does still give us.
I was blessed to have my sister, Betty Jean. She has gone home to be with Jesus and I know she is waiting for me. She and I shared so many things and music was a strong bond between us. She would hear a song she liked or buy a new CD then call me on the phone and play it so I could hear and vice versa.
Even though we lived in different states we talked at least once a week. Thank God for Alexander Graham Bell. We laughed and talked a lot; sometimes we’d be on the phone for over an hour. Our husbands asked “How can you find so much to talk about?” But unless you’ve been that close to someone you just plain can not understand. We shared everything good or bad; we could tell each other anything. I know she carried some of my secrets to her grave and I will do the same.
Yes Betty Jean was my sister but she was also my best friend. There are times I miss her almost more than I can bear; I’ll hear a song and think “I want Betty Jean to hear that.” I was so blessed to have her and I know we will be together again. I hope you have someone like this in your life. If so tell them how much they mean to you and always tell them you love them; God did not promise us tomorrow so you might not get another chance.
Thank you for stopping by. Please come back soon. God bless.
Now you might think I’m crazy but I missed Old Red screeching out a crow saying it was time to get up when it was still dark outside. I missed him escaping through a hole in the wire of the chicken pen and scratching in the leaves looking for bugs; and Momma chasing him out of her flower beds and garden. I didn’t miss Pearl as much because mostly she just clucked and stayed in the pen. It seemed we were slowly erasing everything from the farm except our memories. Now our life was the Creek just like all the neighbors. We all struggled to get by but shared what we had and were happy to help anyone in need. Everyone had memories they liked to talk about. When the weather got warmer they would stop by and sit on the edge of the porch dangling their feet and legs over the side and recall better times. Sometimes if Momma was caught up with the laundry she did for the fancy ladies in town we would walk to where people were gathered at someone else’s front porch and listen to the stories. While the grown ups talked the kids played chase or baseball in the street. It had not rained in weeks so the red Georgia clay had been ground by vehicles and feet to a soft, orange powder. Our bases were smashed cans and nobody had gloves. We used a short weathered-gray board for the bat. When someone would slide for a base the dust would swirl and settle over all of us.
As the days grew longer and warmer Momma dug a five gallon bucket of chicken poop from the pen. Then with Daddy’s old push plow she tilted the compost into the soil and made a garden. She planted rows of peas, beans, squash, potatoes and tomatoes. If everything came up and did well we would can them and have vegetables for this coming winter.
Now we slept with our windows open and listened to the crickets and the low hooting of an owl hunting in the woods behind our house. I would look out the window and watch the fireflies darting about in the darkness. A soft breeze slipped in and cooled the room. I was getting to know the survival techniques of the Creek and had come to love the life I now lived. I thanked God for not punishing me for my mean thoughts and selfish actions and promised to try and do better. Then with a heavy sigh I rolled over onto my side and fell asleep.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope you come back soon for more tales. God bless.
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