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i added this photo to the collection at daisies and dandelions.

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Lord, thank You for this new day.
Your Light scatters the darkness from around my feet.
Your Love keeps my soul alive.
You are Almighty God.

You want everyone to come to You,
to be with You, and I know that You are waiting for them.
Your Grace is beyond measure.
Thank You for Your Love and Grace.
Thank You for Your Mercy and Light.

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csLewis with his friend, Ernest Moore, in 1917. Ernest lost his life in 1918 as a second lieutenant.

As i read this chapter, i was brought into the reality that it was actually
written for radio broadcast during war time.  The references to battle and
the enemy are what the listeners in England were living.

Lewis had been in ww1 and had lost close friends.  Then during ww2
he had been asked to speak to an audience of his people, living in the midst
of that war, about the meaning of Christianity.  He, not being a scholar on
the bible, spoke his thoughts on what he believed to be true without
getting much into the less important things that people can also fight over.

While speaking of these things, he also spoke of things that the people
needed to hear during this time.  He spoke heart language, directly into their
circumstances, words of encouragement and enlightenment.

Words that are still true,
and words that the heart still needs to hear.

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people go along
along they go
making marks
upon marks
pushing growth
into dirt
in the way
from here to there
from there to here

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leaving traces of themselves
for others to discover
reap the benefits,
and add to the mix


The marks
the traces
begin
to sprout
adding growth
adding life


count the traces
like tree rings
so many years,
for experience,
each one
bringing us
round again,
starting point
to stopping point:
wholeness


full circle now
into the arms
of One
Who began it all

* added verses (growth and life) by Beth, Glynn, Maureen and Karin, via comments.

part of the one word postings at Peter’s place.

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i had made some of these potholders several years ago.  a friend from work had made some and
gave them to peter and i as a gift.  i liked them so much that when they started to wear out, i really
wanted another pair, and so got the instructions to make them myself.

it has been quite a few years since i have made some for myself and for my mom, and others.
the one that is finished, in this photo, is one that i had made and was never used.  and the other one
i had started and didn’t finish.

a few weeks ago i was invited to a friend’s house to do crafts.  she gathers a few friends every
couple of weeks for crafty thursday.  i didn’t have any craft thing that i was working on, so i dug
into my material stash and pulled this out.  now i’m back into making them.  it’s a good thing too,
because the pair that i made a while back are now starting to wear out.

i tell you, these are the absolute best potholders that i have ever used.  totally bendable and just the
right thickness.  i usually sew them together by machine, but, this time around i’m stitching them by
hand so i can easily transport and work on them.

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i am daisies and cornfields
lightning bugs and mourning doves
i am as simple as they come
and there’s just one

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Blogger is up, and i get to post.  Close enough to the weekend though, that most
people don’t really care.  Readership and posting goes way down friday through
sunday evening around this neighborhood.

As i have been posting over the years, i have found it’s not different from any other
way that i get to know people and like them, and then have, at some point, a parting.
Yet, as i think of this, and how i can miss those that i grow fond of, i think of how i
have been blessed to have been allowed to meet them in the first place.

Opening my heart is a bittersweet operation.  But, there’s no sweet without bitter.
And God’s grace is enough, and greater than the bitterness.  And the open heart He
fills with His sweet peace.

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There’s a world of trouble
Trying to take its turn 
I can hear it shaking underground
 
And half a dozen lessons
I might never learn 
Not until them troubles come around
 
But there’s only one and only
Who could go and leave me lonely 

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listening requires your heart being in the Love of the Lord.

Love the Lord.

when listening to anything or anyone, even our self,
we can hear our Lord’s voice speaking truth in His Love.

Jesus is the truth.




“The most important one,” answered Jesus “is this: 
‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all 
your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ 
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  
There is no commandment greater than these.”


from the book of mark

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my latest rear-view :-)
if i may say so, i think it’s the coolest back window in town.

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only clean a window if you intend to paint on it.

n rosback

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this life’s dim windows of the soul
distorts the heavens from pole to pole
and leads you to believe a lie
when you see with, not through, the eye

william blake

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into mid air
acres of memories
lift wide and open
a benevolent spread
upon grass and dew
to hold our dreams
under bough
under blue

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a gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid anyone who talks too much.

proverbs 20:19








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i have eaten my own words
the ones that came back to me
after tossing them like swine
before pearls

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