Wordless Wednesday

Sunday Soul Search

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on it’s own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

Sunday Soul Search

For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, And do not return there without watering the earth, And making it bear and sprout , And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater; So shall My word be which goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me empty, Without accomplishing what I desire, And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.

                                                            Isaiah 55: 10-11

 

Wordless Wednesday

Little Bird with Feathers

little bird with feathers

you tickle me pink

i pay attention to you

more than you think

you were created for purpose

and you may not know

that there are humans

who study where you go

so fly little bird

and do your thing

for in your activities

enjoyment to me

it brings..

 

    r gould

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

January 2017

We woke up this morning to a slight covering of snow. It is always a thrill for me to watch snow-falling.  I recently saw a picture of a frozen bubbles,so I prepared myself for the moment of hoping to capture a frozen bubble. It didn’t happen, but for that moment, I was like a kid, with snowflakes in my hair, blowing bubbles and trying to take pictures. The older I get, my gratitude for each day and each year increases. The simple things that I have taken for granted, have become so much more meaningful. I am often in awe of the grandeur of nature, in the kind face of a human, in the gentle tone of a caring individual, the miracle of an infant, and sweet endearing look from a furry friend. Unconditional love…  May we enter the New Year with Hope planted in our hearts and continued prayer for a better tomorrow.

May God In His Wisdom

And Infinite Love,

Look Down on You Always

From Heaven Above

May He Send You Good Fortune,

Contentment & Peace

And May All Your Blessings

Forever Increase…

The author of this maybe Susan Branch

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

Rocking Chair Winter

Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..

         Winter Memories

In winter, I remember still…

(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill

With sleds behind them, lagging there,

As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-

And when atop the hill they rest

Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)

I seem to see myself in them

As I relive old scenes again!

It seems that wintertime is fun-

But somehow only, to the very young!

for as the years creep up on me-

My rocking chair seems best, you see!

The snowball fights seemed quite the thing

For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.

And games were always fun, you know,

Like making “Angels,” in the snow.

A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good

Beside the stove-made warm with wood.

And icicles hanging from the eaves

And diamonds glistening from the trees

Were things of beauty, given free

To the like of you and me!

The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,

Lent a sense of serenity over all.

Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,

To youngsters who can run about,

But give me warmth, and books galore-

And my rocking chair-why ask for more!

                                                       Beatrice Drummond