On this very fine day
a tiny flower blossomed
from where she came
there was no longer room
her stay was complete
loved ones longed to see her face
with their arms they would embrace
the flower they were given
on this very fine day in May…
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in that secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be
Another cat photo for this week. Riley posed for me. She has been admiring my bouquet of flowers I received for my birthday. Truthfully, she has chewed on some long wispy, grassy pieces, that attracted her attention. But in my eyes, she can do no wrong. Lol! I no longer live life by wanting Friday to come. My days revolve around, up early with the birds. Saying a prayer of thanksgiving for my five senses that function, and the mobility of my body, that gets me here and there. In days past, I had a job as a teachers assistant, and we all looked forward to Fridays. Since October I have been working part-time in a library and it’s a fun temporary job. We have started feeding the birds, and I love watching them and I am wanting to learn the name of our visitors. We have embarked on some spring cleaning and had Mr. G haul some items off today. Progress has been made, but the mess I created sorting, is an eyesore. Tomorrow is another day…
Today I am participating in something new to me. Terri, over at A Journey to a Masterpiece, has asked if there is a meaningful song that we would like to share. I always have a song in my heart tucked away.
First of all I am posting a photo that I took with a newer phone camera. I still don’t know how the editing happened, as I was unfamiliar with it. I like old church buildings. They were simple and humble. Sometimes I think they remind me of the first church I went to when I was a child. I do believe the truth is, that it was probably white stucco instead of wood.The building represents to me a place to worship the one that created me. I go because I love to express my love to my Lord, so in song I sing, not with beauty of voice, but with expression of love, lifting my voice and hands in thanksgiving. Music will often lift me up out of my earthly challenge, whatever it may be. I share the following song, because when I first listened to it, it spoke to me in many ways. It makes reference to a strained marriage. What marriage doesn’t need help? But beyond a marriage, I believe we people on earth are very broken. Each day we hear of turmoil in so many lives, in so many situations. From my own personal experience of brokenness, I have learned that there are always opportunities for our circumstances to change. When we get to that dead-end, the end of ourselves and admit that we lack, hopefully we will look up and inquire of our creator, our God, that has a better plan for us. This is a beautiful song, that will speak to your soul..
A little package came my way yesterday. In a world that seems to be very indifferent and troubled, my heart was touched by the kind gesture of one whom I have come to know through the world of blogging.
I collected stamps when I was a child. The opening up of my gift conjured up memories of getting stamps in the mail when I was about nine.
There are an assortment of very cool stamps.
For it is in the giving that we receive
St. Francis of Assisi
Little did I know that when I entered my classroom, for the new school year in 1960, that it would be the best school year of my life. I was a small child for being a fourth grader, and kind of shy too. What I really liked about the first day of school was getting to wear a new outfit, or at least a new pair of shoes and a new pair of socks. It gave me a boost that I did not normally display. Miss Smith greeted each of us at the door. Her smiled comforted my nervousness. She was tall, blonde and in my eyes beautiful. This is not the first time I have written about this special woman. I will continue to brag about her when given the opportunity. What she gave to me that school year was love and acceptance. She never showed a glimmer of anger and was even-tempered every day. I don’t think I knew what poised meant, but I recall that she always stood with her shoulders back and wore blouses and skirts, as though she had stepped of charm school or something. The highlight of the school year was when she introduced us to classical music. I had never heard of Beethoven or Tchaikovsky, but I learned about them and got to listen to the music of these fascinating individuals. When we had our music time I was carried away to far off places in my thoughts. On top of that we went on a field trip to the Huntington Library where I got acquainted with famous painters. Because of this introduction in my young life I went on to study dance, just kidding. No, but what it did was give me knowledge and appreciation for the arts. It was all unfamiliar to me and not what we had listened to at home. My young ears took in the sound of music and loved it. My heart took in this teacher’s acceptance of a little insecure girl and that was truly a wonderful gift.. Miss Smith you made a huge impression in my life and I am eternally grateful for that experience.
For Free Write Friday, write about your most memorable childhood gift. Was it a Christmas gift? A Birthday gift? Was it something you really wanted or was it a surprise that ended up holding a sentimental place in your heart. What do you remember? How did it make you feel. To participate link with Kellie Elmore for #FWF