Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... January, 2010

January 1, 2010 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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January 9, 2010

Fear Of The Unknown

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READ: Hebrews 11:8-12

By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called . . . . And he went out, not knowing where he was going. —Hebrews 11:8

Has God ever asked you to do something that seemed unreasonable? Something that took you into the territory of the unknown? What if He asked you to refuse a long-awaited promotion or resist a longed-for relationship? What if He called you to a remote part of the world or asked you to release your children to serve Him in a faraway place?

The unknown is full of haunting “what ifs.” Yet God often calls us to chart unknown territory as we follow Him. Obeying His commands to forgive, to give away our treasures, or to give up things that provide security and pleasure often leave us in the scary territory of unknown outcomes.

Imagine how Abraham felt when God asked him to move his whole family without telling him where they were going (Gen. 12:1-3). God also asked Abraham to persevere—to stay in an unknown land even when the lure of past comforts may have threatened to seduce him and his family back to their comfort zone in Ur.

Entering a new year is like entering uncharted territory. The fear of the unknown could cripple our capacity to follow God’s leading through the days ahead. Yet, like Abraham, when we cling to the One who knows all things, we’re in good hands—regardless of where He leads.

Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand;
But I know who holds tomorrow,
And I know who holds my hand. —Stanphill

Never be afraid to entrust the unknown future to the all-knowing God.

Bible in One Year: Genesis 23-24; Matthew 7

[yorkie]

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Here's a recipe I have used for many years:

HOT CHOCOLATE MIX

8 qt. package of powdered milk
2 lb. box Nestle's Quick
1 lb. box powdered (confectioner) sugar
6 oz. jar Coffee Mate

Put all in a large paper bag,
fold over top, and shake for a couple minutes.

Put dry mixture in large air-tight container.

Use 1/4 cup mix to make one cup. Pour hot water over powder,
Stir well, and add whipping cream or marshmallows.

THIS IS MY FIRST "SNOW" PICTURE - Sorry for the mess-up. (And thanks, Meg!)

[yorkie]

This was my first “snow” picture - and I tried and failed. Oh well - I know you all will forgive me - and thanks, Meg!

The recipe IS good!!

[jaycee]

I think your snow picture is just fine for your first try, yorkie! And the recipe sounds scrumptuous! I just use those little individual packages and add marshmallows! I remember my Mama making it from scratch in a pot. And she just threw her stuff in and it always turned out just right.

[DollyCali]

LOVE IT

[MEG33]

Help is on the way..Check your email.

I’ve made many a mistake...
Thanks for the recipe!

[jaycee]

What a darling grahic! Just like a kitty! They are always so nosey and cute!!

[yorkie]

JC, that is absolutely the CUTEST little puppy graphic!!!

I WANT him! (Well, one just like him!)

[JustAmy]

January 9, 2010

[dixie sass]

What a beautiful cat!

[Neuromancer]

	DELINEATION Dance between The shadows Yielding ..bent

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[Neuromancer]

	waiting is the space between shared lives

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[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Macavity - The Mystery Cat

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air-
- But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

a poem by T S Eliot

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[Jack Deth]

For All The Cat~People Of Amy's Place



Curiosity





A broken wicker basket full of dry grass can make an excellent bed
Unless there's a large, soft flannel blanket about to rest your weary head
Which is what my little sister, Jasmine relishes under a full Moon's glow

As Trees cast long, splintered shadows across a sea of glistening snow
That is a topic of discussion that we haven't quite figured out yet
When the Stable Horses tell us that it's dry and soft, yet turns cold and wet
As clumps of the dry, white stuff fall from their tall, tautly muscles legs

To slowly melt and disappear before any unanswered question I could beg
Leaving me in a bit of a quandary as Jasmine stretches and yawns luxuriantly
I've decided to talk to the Horses for more clues to this puzzling mystery!



Jack Deth ~ 01/09/10.

[yorkie]

Thank you, Neuromancer. I see that you became a FReeper on my birthday, in 1998. Nice present, meeting you!

I’m going to try another ZTokuisei today.......yours are beautiful!

[yorkie]

REMEMBERING

So many years
between our
fingers

[jaycee]

~~Happy Caturday FRiends~~

[jaycee]

Very nice, Jack!

[LucyT]

Awww, meow, meow.

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