At the time of our arrival in Sweet Home, I had noticed a few of these. I will call them, oversized greeting cards. I thought they were sweet, but I was not aware, that there were many, more, throughout the community. A few days ago, I stopped at the Chamber of Commerce. They are selling handmade items, and I was given a bit more information about them. I think I overheard that there are over ninety of these painted cards/signs. No matter the amount, they are all impressive, but, I will have to get my information correct. Last night we drove around and of course I took pictures of them. They are all painted by local artists. My interest in art has increased, since I have come to know some of the ladies, from our local senior center painting group. I will begin to share, some, of what I am seeing. This adventure began a few days ago.. in the rain..
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..
This weeks challenge at Daily Post is Broken. I find myself being eager to find out what the challenge is. When I do I go on a scavenger hunt of sorts, looking for what I may have on hand, that will work for the theme.
is temporarily gone
broken people are forgiven
with nothing missing..nothing broken
In a wave of emotion, Hank had laid the letter on Mollie’s worn bible. Having it visible brought him some comfort. Her quiet time in the morning had always been her first priority. She did her best to be up before the birds and before the pitter- patter of little feet could be heard, and she continued this practice into the teenage years of their children. Thanksgiving Day went by like any other day. The pain in his right shoulder, instigated by too many falls off horses in his younger years had caught up with him. No amount of whiskey or Ben Gay brought relief. He settled himself in his easy chair and prepared for what might come from reading the letter.
He had been afraid to read the contents, and as he slowly read each word of the sweet simple letter, years of pent-up emotion spilled out like a dam that had burst. The tears came from the depth of his soul where nothing, nor no one could reach in the past few years. After a matter of minutes he was able to gain his composure and took in a few deep breaths. He felt as though a weight had been lifted and a sense of peace overcame him. So, Kayleigh and Libby were following in their grandpa’s footsteps. He recalled the times he played the fiddle for the girls when they were just toddling about, sometimes following him into his workshop where he spent numerous hours building and repairing violins.
He had not been in the shop for years. When Mollie departed, he lost interest in music, his reason for living was gone. Gone was the laughter, the singing and the smell of bread baking in the old stove. Why, he had asked God over and over again. Hearing of his granddaughter’s interest in music sparked a light within him that hadn’t been there for a long time.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.