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Author Archives: oct17
. . .safe?
I remember my grandfather’s sharp command, “Run to the storm cellar; a storm is coming.” Satellite or radar wasn’t around to predict possible disasters way back when. If the sky warned of an impending storm, everyone at my Papa’s house was imprisoned for … Continue reading
cycles . . . on the journey
Early morning on September 9 I just knew we were being invaded by a spaceship. A massive ball of light looked dangerously close. I was walking in the morning darkness but quickly ran into the house to ask Tom what was going on in the eastern sky. He … Continue reading
. . . always thirsty. . .
One morning last week, Tom and I were presented a robust concert on the deck. Birds were everywhere–darting here and there and back again– in trees and bushes. The hummingbirds fighting more vigorously than usual. But all were singing. Though a strange cacophony, there was a certain joyfulness. Tom … Continue reading
the journey begins . . .BEFORE
(Some readers may find the last picture offensive. But please read to the end.) I turned the outside faucet on a couple of nights ago to water some drooping potted plants and noticed I had a visitor resting on the top of the spigot. … Continue reading
Posted in early morning thoughts
Tagged Ephesians 1:4, Isaiah 49: 15-16, Jeremiah 1:5, Ps. 139:16
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time for the climb? . . .
Oh, to be as persistent as a squirrel. You know, they have no idea that they can’t. They try and try–everyday, twenty times a day. These long tailed rodents have never listened to anyone telling them it is impossible to raid the feeder on … Continue reading
mandevilla and marriage . . .
for Hailey . . . I planted a Mandevilla vine late spring near the deck. The soil was good; the container was large enough for growing a large happy plant. Tom prepared a trellis for its potential climbing. The young creeper looked promising, healthy and strong, green vibrant with … Continue reading
dancing . . .and resting . . .
It seems such a small thing to write a weekly blog. You would think that anyone who loves to write, who joys over words, whose morning walks in the garden and time in the Word brims over of life would have no … Continue reading
overflowing . . .
Today is another cloudy, gray day in Lebanon, Tennessee. The grass is as green as Ireland now due to the downpours in the last few days. But before the rains came, the garden was brittle and brown; inch-wide cracks opened in the yard. We watched every black … Continue reading
in whose stength . . .?
I was reading in Psalms 18 one morning this week–giving thought to words describing powerful attributes of God. You know words like rock, fortress, shield, deliverer, my stronghold—just what did it mean that He is my rock or my shield in today’s world? … Continue reading
letting go . . .
Tom wanted to fasten one of our bluebird houses to a more stable post. Last Saturday was moving day. Presuming the nest inside was an old nest –no activity, no eggs, no birds, he dumped the nest. Within an hour you should have seen the frenetic activity … Continue reading