Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... January, February and March 2015

January 1, 2015 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33, Friends

[left that other site]

A nap sounds good to me, too! :-)

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY SUNDAY TO AMY'S PLACE!



A Blessed Lord’s Day To You And Yours!

[MEG33]

Thank you for your blessings, sweet comments and graphic.
We are going to have our first all day and all night freezing
temps. Rain will change to ice tomorrow.
I Wish You A Pleasant Evening And Restful Sleep

[The Mayor]

Your very welcome!

[Kitty Mittens]

Thank you for the Beautiful Caturday and Sunday Pics & Posts, Dear FRiends.
(((((Sweet Dreams, and God Bless)))))

[GailA]

Area schools closed due to weather AGAIN. Al Gore’s global warming is in over drive.

[The Mayor]

Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list

The Unseen World

February 23, 2015

Read: Numbers 22:21-31 | Bible in a Year: Numbers 7-8; Mark 4:21-41

Did you know that the microbes on just one of your hands outnumber all of the people on the earth? Or that millions of microbes could fit into the eye of a needle? These one-celled, living organisms are too small for us to see without a microscope, yet they live in the air, soil, water, and even in our bodies. We constantly interact with them, even though their world is completely beyond our senses.

The realities of the spiritual world are also often not visible to us humans, as the prophet Balaam discovered. He was trudging along the road with his two servants when his donkey “saw the Angel of the Lord standing in the way with His drawn sword in His hand” (Num. 22:23). To avoid the angel, the animal walked into a field, crushed Balaam’s foot against a wall, and lay down with Balaam still on her back. Balaam was angry and struck the donkey. He didn’t realize something supernatural was going on—until God opened his eyes (v.31).

The Bible tells us that a spiritual world does exist, and we may sometimes encounter realities from that realm—both good and bad (Heb. 13:2; Eph. 6:12). Because of this, we are encouraged to be watchful, prayerful, and prepared. Just as God rules the world we see, He also rules the unseen world.

Heavenly Father, help us to be strong in You
and in the power of Your might. Open our
eyes so that we may see the spiritual
realities You have for us.

All that is seen and unseen is under God’s sovereign power.

[stephenjohnbanker]

Amen.

[MEG33]

GOOD MORNING TO AMY'S PLACE
Small icicles are forming here and there but we haven't had much precip.
I have soup making on my mind.
I WISH YOU A VERY GOOD WEEK

[luvie]

Cold here, too...
I stayed home! LOL!
Everyone have a Mahv'lus Monday!

[MEG33]

Beautiful cardinal, LUV!
I have several at my feeder.
Enjoy your day at home.
;o)

[left that other site]

I Can See You!

Can You See Me?

Happy Monday!

((((HUGS))))

[luvie]

LOL! That is gonna be one mad kitty if someone doesn’t let him in soon!

Hope they have a litter box handy. :)

[left that other site]

LOL!

[trisham]

Falling Snow

See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!

Anonymous

Happy Monday, Everyone!

[NicknamedBob]

I didn’t write that, so nobody blame me.

[trisham]

You don't like it?

[NicknamedBob]

I get queasy over the depredations of that guy Anonymous. I prefer having attributions if possible.

[trisham]

I do too. :)

[NicknamedBob]

I know who wrote this one:

Ice

Water is a friend to us, a laughing, playful sprite,
Greeting us each morning, weeping in the night,
Sparkling in its banter, elusive in its zest.
Happy are the children who can understand it best.

Water is within us, and we a part of it,
We carry our own ocean or at least a little bit.
The red tide that has colored it tells of the blood we share,
More than all the breath we blow means we are partly air.

Our water is a food to us, and carries woes away,
And clouds become our cover tucking in at end of day.
A fever can bring fire to the balance that we seek,
And ever helpful water is a nurse when we are weak.

Yet even water can oppose us and bring its wrath to bear,
And crash upon our hovels when it teams up with the air.
Sometimes a sea of water overcomes us as a flood,
And we are left to wonder why an ocean needs our blood.

There comes a time when best of friends must pass,
Our friend the water turns into a stone of glass,
And frozen clouds and turbulence made into solid form,
And all the softness goes out from the thing that had been warm.

Yes, water dies and brings its own fresh flowers to the wake,
A petalled tear which gently falls as a snowflake,
Yet water has one lesson still to teach us and to warn,
That we will have a cycle too, and we will be reborn.

That we will pound ourselves against the rocks upon the shore,
Eroding folly and excesses in our never-ending war.
A fight against all prejudice and hatred til we sleep,
And joined with other mourners is the water that they weep.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . December 6, 2004