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Posted on 08/01/2009 12:38:43 AM PDT by JustAmy
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We are thankful that there are places and people available to spread the work, Mayor.
We are blessed that you share this with us. Thanks again.
I've been Mowing Johnson Grass that's Real Tall, and it Always Feels Scary while Mowing, with the Grass Towering around the Mower as I Go. I've Ran Over Several Old Tree Stumps that were Unseen in the Weeds, and am Thankful that the Mower hasn't been Damaged, thus Far. It Does Look So Nice and Pretty Now, with the Grass Cut.
I Found 2 Pear Trees the Owners had Planted, and One had One Pear on it, so I Put it in the Fridge to Eat in a Few Days. I Hope the Trees Make a Good Crop Next Year. I Love this Wonderful Place! : )
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Billie, your Opening Graphic is Beautiful, and I've Always Loved that Tree Poem!
Thank you to Everyone for the Pings. Goodnight, and our Lord Grant us All a Peaceful and Restful Night.
Looking Back
Oh soft the call of the songbird
in gentle cry so sweetly heard
Amid the dew draped ivy on the arbor
where we first learned of shared ardor
So long it has passed, and yet I recall
our fierce rising and the ebbing fall
back to reality, and life’s steady pace
there beyond the heart’s unbound race
In silvered years, I remember it so clear
your soft eyes and the fire so very dear
In which two, were forged as one so pure
the shuddering truth each would endure
Echoes faint and yet bittersweet still
as hearts were worn, and all life to fill
We walked our own road in life’s glen
heard the whispering wind off the fen
The journey lingers on, so unsure it seems
as the road rises, lit by silvered moon beams
I oft wondered if it were real, or dream again
And I am but still lost, amid life’s eternal din
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Lamh Foistenach Abu!
I wholeheartedly agree with your words, Kitty! There is no comparison between these two couples. President Bush and lovely Laura were so loving, so graceful and tried to put themselves on ‘our level’. I miss them so very much and sometimes can’t understand how the O’s got into the White House.
I loved the way you described your land and the little boxcar, and the little pear trees that everyone forgot! You be very careful on that mower (running over tree stumps) LOL!If you break the mower it can be fixed....just don’t break Kitty!!
And a Happy Tuesday to you, Conor!
Oh yeah! Preach it, brother!
As a pastor, I was often asked to lead funeral services. Typically, the funeral director would give me a 3 x 5 index card with all the particulars about the deceased so I would be informed about him or her. I never got used to that, however. As practical and necessary as it may have been, it seemed a bit trite to take a person’s earthly sojourn and reduce it to an index card. Life is too big for that.
After David received news of Jonathan’s death, he spent time recalling the life of his friend—even writing a lament that others could sing as a way to respect Jonathan (2 Sam. 1:17-27). David recalled his friend’s courage and skill, and he spoke of the grief that caused him to lament deeply. He honored a rich, pleasant, heroic life. For David, it was an intense time of mourning and remembrance.
When we grieve for a loved one, it is vital to recall the cherished details and shared experiences of our lives together. Those memories flood our hearts with far more thoughts than an index card can hold. The day that grief visits our hearts is not a time for short summaries and quick snapshots of our loved one’s life. It is a time to remember deeply, giving God thanks for the details, the stories, and the impact of an entire life. It’s time to pause, reflect, and honor.
A very nice and informative message in our Daily Bread today, Mr. Mayor. Makes one stop and think deeply. Thanks for bringing us the “Good Word”.
Have a wonderful Tuesday!
Thanks for the in depth version of Joyce Kilmer. :)
Brain lint is just that—it skims the top but nothing deeper penetrates! LOL
The forest is AWESOME!
Thanks for the kingfisher!
We have one here. I know when I see him, summer is really here. Wonder where he goes in the winter?!
As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about 25 feet away. I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too, and took a few steps towards him. I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.
The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying, 'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine. He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man... He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me.. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us, he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman.
When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'
He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jimaand Guadalcanal. He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood.. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.. We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye's to his wife. I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.
One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then, that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.
For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name....... 'Congressional Medal of Honor Society.'
I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence.
Remember, OLD men like him gave you FREEDOM for America . Thanks to those who served....& those who supported them. America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall.
If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them! Remember, Freedom isn't "Free" -- thousands have paid the price so you can enjoy what you have today!
PLEASE WATCH OVER THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE FOUGHT AND ARE FIGHTING FOR OUR FREEDOM IN JESUS'NAME. AMEN
IN GOD WE TRUST
Those that judge us don't matter!
Those that matter don't judge us!
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God Bless Our Military, Past and Present! We owe them so much for what they have done to keep America strong and free.
Great post!
B U M P
Thank you, Kitty. I’m glad you enjoyed yesterday’s opening, and Amy - I also enjoyed ALL those gorgeous birds you posted after I left yesterday! So, so very pretty and your frames for each one were excellent!
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