something to think about

Sunday Soul Search

 

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Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your was acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.

                                                                                                                   Proverbs 3:5-6

mr rogers

According to Mr. Rogers

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We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It’s easy to say, it’s  not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem. Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider them my hero’s.

                                                                                                                    Fred Rogers

For the longest time, I have felt the need, to get serious about cleaning up some sloppy drawers and containers. They hold old letters, postcards and various other sentimental items. As, I rummaged through my postcards, I found this one that I purchased. Mr. Rogers  reminds me of some of the kind people, that I have met in my lifetime. What stood out to me, about them, was their use of kind and encouraging words. As I look back, and reminisce about those that sent the postcards, letters or wrote the poems, I am truly thankful for those opportunities. Listening to and watching the drama unfold on television, at times, it reminds me of Twilight Zone. I was not a fan of the show and I would rather watch Andy Griffith, Lassie, Ozzie and Harriet, Ted Mack and the Amateur Hour, Queen for a Day etc. Some of you, may be able to relate. Now- a- days there is a war going with offensive, crude and rude words. I am concerned about what our children and grandchildren are hearing, and at times, I wonder if anyone cares. I do believe Mr. Rogers has already covered this subject.

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will find people who are helping.”     F R

poem

Brave New World

DSC_0011there are voices

that i hear

crying in the wilderness

of survival

crying for help…

hordes of demonic figures

move in the night

portraying to be

chosen..

will i

turn a blind eye

stick my head

in the sand?

it’s time

to awake from stupor

help carry

the sorrow

and pain

of a world

gone

further away

from

 truth

pray

and stand..

yarn

Sweaters in Waiting

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I consider going to  a fabric store to be on my top ten to do list. I love how  the warmth of  the different kinds of fabric, the yarn and all of the notions call out to me. It all kind of gets my creative juices flowing to want to tap in to different creative endeavors. In my quiet time I have been thinking a lot about our first years experience here in Oregon. I appreciate the vastness of the forest, the many bodies of water, the green fields, the rustic barns and the animals. There are areas that I need divine intervention and it’s in God’s presence that I find what I need.. His direction, His comfort, His wisdom and much more. The word reluctant came to me this morning. In my years I have been reluctant to do a lot of things. Mainly out of fear of failure. So it was like, why even bother trying. So from this Hen, don’t be reluctant. Don’t let the years of your youth and life in general slip away as you sit on the fence. Hop off! I wrote a short poem on this a few years ago and will have to locate it. Don’t wait, don’t hesitate, just do it…And make that sweater…lol! The store I visited is called the Stitchin’ Post  in Sisters, Oregon. I will share some tales about this fantastic place in another post…

poem

Strength

kk_febtrio11-001life takes a toll

on all that we know

life is not funny

some days are not sunny

there are lessons to learn

tears that are shed

from turbulent times

we may fear

or dread

from the unknown

of what’s ahead..

but as i gaze

on the face of this flower

it reminds to stand strong

at this time and hour

it’s time to reflect

and not neglect

to look inside my heart

that peace of mind

is what i will find

when i commit

to pray…

 r gould