Sunday, March 28, 2010
Our Icy, BC Doan has written an interesting article at a new site she and I signed up at called Factoidz:
How to Save Money in these Modern Days.
If you are looking for ways to get the most from your money, she offers some clever tips.We can always use some sensible ideas for stretching the ever shrinking dollar. Thanks, Icy, and God bless. I hope lots of dollars come your way so you work your magic with them. :-)
They glisten like tiny bits of crystal...
Can my camera capture what my eyes can see..
Tiny little droplets glistening on a tree?
Oh the wondrous beauty God shares with me!
Can my camera capture what my eyes can see?
Friday, March 26, 2010
Today I got out of work at 1:00 because I have to work tomorrow until 1:00. I was just itching to use my camera. I got some nice pictures of Grand River (posted on Seeds4 thoughts) and spotted these dead flowers/weeds along the river bank. I hate to call anything a weed any more because it seems that what we have long considered weeds are actually herbs. I thought that even though these plants had weathered the winter, they are still pretty.
The persistent leaf that decides to stay
Through the cold snow and wind of winter
Gives me courage to hold on when troubling thoughts do enter
What reason have they to hold on
When life is not so tender?
Less than I, so I won't cry
And will not to it surrender.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
It caused a little bit of trepidation in our household. We have a mixture of ethnic backgrounds, white being just one of them. We love our blended family and do not believe that one is superior to another. Even if I was not blessed with a multi-cultural family, I can see no reason to elevate one race over another. When I heard the march was scheduled to take place near us I wanted to know all about it. When, where, who, and particularly why? Why would one person feel the need to organize a march?
Yesterday I wrote a poem and published it on Triond entitled The Master Painter.
Do you believe a God
Who paints the sky in many hues
Would make man to be just one?
The many colored paints our God uses
Vary like the sun
From the brightest white;
A shimmering light
To fiery burning red
Our God enjoys colors
Look at the leaves our trees have shed
Look at the brilliantly colored feathers
In birds on land and sky
Why shouldn’t God use color
When he paints both you and I?
photos and poem by me – Nature by God
Our pastor, Jeremy, pictured on my side bar had heard the news also and postponed his scheduled sermon to address the issue with our church. He admonished us to remember that we are to first reconcile ourselves with God then with one another. A Christian's duty is to serve one another, which requires humility not pride. It made me think of that Sunday School song I learned as a child "J-O-Y, J-O-Y, this is what it means; Jesus first, yourself last and others in between..." To hear Jeremy's message simply click on his name and it will take you to his web page.
I heard the march had met with so many protesters (predominantly white) the police had asked them to end it early for safety reasons.
It is sad that racial issues can continue to create hurt, anger, and cause confusion. In Bible days it was Jews and Gentiles, today it has branched out to include many races. The controversy is swirling around the event. I left my comment there and went back recently to see if the organizer had responded. There are many responses there written in a variety of tones from self righteous and angry to understanding and condoning. They can be found at mlive.com.
My comment was: While one has the right to participate in activities to show their "pride" I have to wonder about the correctness of it. Let me explain because I do not mean this as an attack. I'm blond. Should I have a meeting to extol the virtues of being blond and be affronted by all the blond jokes and attacks on our fair sex? I had not one thing to do with my creation. It is God's doing and to Him all honor should be given. I have no right to take pride in His workmanship. It is up to me to use the vessel He created and to glorify Him, not myself. I do not argue black/white/red/ or yellow. When we focus on our creator all those things become of small importance. Not that we are not created beautifully and are not awesomely made, but if our deeds are not righteous, does it matter?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Who invited you to dinner?
Maybe a little push and you'll be on your way...
Well, I guess there's enough here to share.
My friend and co-worker, Anne, sent this to me. She knew it would end up on my blog, bless her heart.
The pictures were taken by a photography student, Casey Gutteridge at the Santago Rare Leopard Project in Hertfordshire. If I had been able to capture such photos it sure would have made my day or maybe even my "year". Great job, Casey!
A quote from Casey:
"I have no idea where the mouse came from - he just appeared in the enclosure after the keeper had dropped in the meat for the leopard.He didn't take any notice of the leopard, just went straight over to the meat and started feeding himself.Maybe we can learn something from one of God's littlest creatures in taking what God has so graciously offered us without being distracted by what appears to be those who oppose. God bless.
But the leopard was pretty surprised - she bent down and sniffed the mouse and flinched a bit like she was scared.
In the meantime the mouse just carried on eating like nothing had happened, but even a gentle shove does not deter the little creature from getting his fill. It was amazing, even the keeper who had thrown the meat into the enclosure was shocked. He'd never seen anything like it before."
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Raise your Focus
Are we married, are we not?
One moment love is
cold, one moment it is hot.
But of late the freeze is on
We wake in separate rooms
Never sharing dawn
He is always out of reach
And should I even try
I'm like a whale on the beach
Left both high and dry
If it were not for God
Loneliness would break my heart
When I feel down trod
God gives me a fresh new start
I go to him in prayer
His answers I have found
Are in the beauty of the sky
The flowers in the ground.
The love of just one man
Is not the mission I once thought
It is in God's pure love
We are no longer over wrought.
by Judy Sheldon-Walker