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Posted on 09/30/2008 10:21:35 PM PDT by JustAmy
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I love this..Hope to find a graphic worthy of it soon..Thank you, Johnn..I am posting a poem of yours ,by chance, today.
A newspaper ad showed three people waiting for a city bus. Two of them were bored and listless, while the third was happily playing a game on a small electronic device. “Do something with your nothing,” the ad said. “That nothing time. The time in between everything else you have to do.” The idea was to sell the portable player so people could use all those segments of wasted “waiting” time.
I suspect that many of us already constructively use those small increments of waiting time to read a book, memorize a verse, or pray for a friend. It’s our longer waiting periods filled with uncertainty and indecision that may leave us anxious and frustrated.
Paul challenged the Christians in Ephesus to “walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil” (Eph. 5:15-16). The Greek scholar Kenneth Wuest suggests that this refers to time in its “strategic, opportune seasons” and means “making a wise and sacred use of every opportunity for doing good.”
During those seasons when we wonder, “How did I get here and when can I leave?” it’s best to look for our God-given opportunities instead of focusing on the obstacles. That’s the way to do something with our nothing.
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Such a good message today..I hope your move in is moving along nicely..
are you still on GI?
You had a nice home/property but it is always nice to get the better situation if you can. Heaven knows it is a buyer’s market & If I were in a posiiton to KNOW where I would be & had the liquidity from mom’s property here, I would buy now without hesitation.
Hoping for a trip to Dunkirk, the falls , (and maybe you for quick visist) prior to New Years..
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Good morning everyone!!!
Meg, will be anxious to see what you all do with John’s poem.. my pix wasn’t ideal.. I have some pix (SOMEWHERE) of a rural road, with pond(cattails) and cottonwoods. It was about 5 or 6 years ago & hiding on one of my external hard drives.. so for now just used one of the pix from my outing on Saturday morning
We did about 8 miles. very rural & rugged. This pix was the back road that took us to an area we entered the national forest.
Hope all had a good weekend. I MUST get in my tropicals today.. cooler & rain tomorrow. They did get nipped by frost but not killed. I had brought in my hanging baskets & one geranium. Will also pick a large amount of green tomatoes that remain on th e vines & haul the pots out of the driveway where they have summered for max sun.
I have a lot of mums.. gifts of sorts.. that I will try to plant today & will heavily mulch with straw & see If I can get them “back” in the spring. I have had rotten luck the past 16 years back in Ohio with what is labeled “hardy” mums.
My HS reunion is this weekend. Our HS divided in the middle of our senior year as a new building/school was built & so our class split. This reunion will be the first get together of the two schools.. Friday night football game between them.. Party after, Sat AM tour of HS & Sat Night dinner/dancing/party
I will be “doing nails” again later in week. Keep them on perhaps til Valentines day time frame. So will try to get heavy, dirty work out of way in next few days. (I HOPE)
It is pretty outside from my window view from computer.. sun is brightly shining on the golden, orange, foliage. This time of the year the lower sun gives softer tones & is so pretty & does well with photography
Wow, Meg! YOu should make a quilt out of that one!
Mickey Mantle was born in Spavinaw, Oklahoma. He was named in honor of Gordon "Mickey" Cochrane , the Hall of Fame catcher from the Philadelphia Athletics, by his father, who was an amateur player and fervent fan. According to the book Mickey Mantle: America's Prodigal Son, by Tony Castro, in later life, Mickey expressed relief that his father had not known this (Cochrane's true first name), as he would have hated to be named Gordon.
Mantle always spoke warmly of his father, and said he was the bravest man he ever knew. "No boy ever loved his father more," he said. His father died of cancer at the age of 39, just as his son was starting his career. Mantle said one of the great heartaches of his life was that he never told his father he loved him.
Thank you, most kind.
I do have a butterfly quilt made by my grandmother’s sister..She used what looks like silk crepe for the butterfly appliques..The butterfly fabric rotted, leaving the embroidered border on most squares.
I keep it because the back of the quilt shows the outlines and I love it..
I did crewel work once..That is the extent of my needlework..I have 2 framed crewel butterfly things I did years ago.
I thought today’s message was great.
Well we got the whole house moved stopped last night at midnight. Now we are moving my garage which is full of tools and my equipment. Plus I have to pull a jeep over here too.
We are only 3 miles from our old place. We have to stay here on the island till all the kids finish school. That is at least 6 more years till Lilly graduates. Then who knows where we will go.. : )
ROFLOL REALLY and you don’t have to guess why.
Moving is so exhausting to me! I hope you really enjoy the new place..for as long as you need it..Come on down to Texas later.
;o)
Texas has always been an option. : )
Lovely! We are lucky to have our own American poets contributing here.
Mama aBear..I have enjoyed revisiting your beautiful Alaska and Missouri threads in the past days.
;o)
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