Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... May, 2013

May 1, 2013 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33, Friends

[JustAmy]

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[MEG33]

Thank you, (((ML))) It was a joyful, memorable day.

I’ve been reading..sounds like you had a grand recital..
SO happy for you and your students.

[jaycee]

HAHAHAHAHA~~~~~

You found a goodie, yorkie!

[jaycee]

Happy Birthday, Meg. I hope you have a wonderful birthday party!

[MEG33]

Thank you, jaycee.

My birthday was May 20..celebrated with lots of my family and my late husband’s family last joy filled weekend at my daughter’s. Something dear to place in my Memory Box.

[left that other site]

Thank You!

I’ve been doing this for 13 years, and i think I can safely say that this years two recitals were the BEST EVER!

[jaycee]

I had your birthday date on a sticky note right on my computer cabinet....BUT, its been a while since I could post pics from tinypic or anywhere. I am getting a new tablet, as a matter of fact, Barry went to get it today and he is doing some work on it. (I hope I can use it, if you know what I mean.) As we get older, it seems harder to take on all these new things. I asked Barry “Are you sure I can learn this new thing?” And of course he answered (Sure.....!) Poor thing, he will be my teacher!!! LOL!

[jaycee]

Congratulations on your latest, successful recital, Mary Lou!

[left that other site]

Thank You Jaycee!

((((HUGS))))

[lonestar]

Happy birthday.

Weinie and me

[yorkie]

Oh, Meggers, what a sweet graphic!

Glad you have been resting up from all the celebrations!

Happy Memorial Day to you! (((HUGS))))

[yorkie]

"You found a goodie!"

Well, I knew you loved lockets! LOL!

[yorkie]

I am so happy for you, JC! WOW! A new TABLET! Enjoy it, and thank your son for lookin’ after his momma so well!!

[Kitty Mittens]

Thank you to Everyone for the Daily Pings and Posts.

(((((Love you All!)))))

[MEG33]

Thank you Weinie and Lonestar..I had a wonderful birthday party.

[MEG33]

;o)
(((HUGS)))

[MEG33]

Welcome To Sunday At Amy's Place
~Remembering Those Who Gave All~

"The Mansions of the Lord"
Words by Randall Wallace

To fallen soldiers let us sing
where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
to the mansions of the Lord

No more bleeding no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night
just divine embrace, eternal light
in the mansions of the Lord

Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard tho the angels sleep
All through the ages safely keep the mansions
of the Lord

The Mansions Of The Lord
~Blessings To All Who Enter~

[The Mayor]

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A Debtor
May 26, 2013

As a young man, Robert Robinson (1735–1790) enjoyed getting into trouble with his friends, so the stories go. At age 17, though, he heard a sermon by George Whitefield from Matthew 3:7, and realized his need for salvation in Christ. The Lord changed Robinson’s life, and he became a preacher. He also wrote several hymns, including his best-known “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.”

Lately I’ve been pondering God’s amazing grace toward us and the last stanza of that hymn: “O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!” The hymn brings to mind the apostle Paul’s words: “The love of Christ compels [or constrains] us . . . that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again” (2 Cor. 5:14-15).

We can’t earn God’s love and grace. But because He has lavished it on us, how can we help but love Him in return by living for Him! I’m not exactly sure what that looks like, but it must include drawing near to Him, listening to His Word, serving Him, and obeying Him out of gratitude and love.

As debtors, we are called to live each day for Jesus who gave Himself for us.

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise. —Robinson

Those who know God’s grace show God’s grace.

Read: 2 Corinthians 5:12-17

The love of Christ compels us. —2 Corinthians 5:14

Bible in a Year:
1 Chronicles 28-29; John 9:24-41

[NicknamedBob]

Memorial Day Band

The rhythm of the drums comes through, the marching of the feet,
Sometimes a shrill reminder, from the fife’s piercing tweet.
I stir a bit, as if to join, the celebrators there,
But then I settle down again, like dust motes in still air.

There was a time I strode about, and shouted with the boys,
A time when we were conquerors, equipped with brand new toys.
We leaped across the oceans! We flew up in the air!
And girls looked down and smiled at us, encouraging our stare.

We would return. We knew it! We were too young to die.
And so we took our weapons up, and never asked them why.
Why would we study History? What did we know of War?
We only did what young men do, and what’s been done before.

But lately, I’ve been thinking. I’ve had some time for that.
I should have studied more in school, not jumped at the drop of a hat.
Don’t get me wrong! I’m no coward! I would still have gone, I’m sure,
But at least I could tell my buddies, what it was we had tried to secure.

You see, there’s a dream that we live for, and which we will die for, too.
This sleep that I’m sleeping reminds me, that I ought to just share it with you.
I dreamed of a world full of wonder, where the walls were just marks on the land,

Of whose farms had the prettiest apples, or where showed our Grandfather’s hand.
And a gate was a door to a new place, you could visit, if you’d mind to behave,
And a beach was one twin with a brother, you could see just beyond that big wave.

I could walk into China like Polo, and say Hi to the Emperor there,
And he’d smile and he’d say something funny, and he’d tell me to pull up a chair.
Then we’d chat about silk and we’d chuckle, and he’d beat me a lot playing chess,
And then finally I’d have to say so long, you come visit my folks in the US.

I’d walk down the road where the world is, I’d be glancing around at the view.
I’d be looking real hard for a nice place, and for something important to do.

So I guess I shouldn’t complain, then, having fallen into this place,
I managed to live out a part of that dream, and I’m here with a smile on my face.
It wasn’t the nicest real estate, and it doesn’t have much of a view,
But I paid for it with the fame I sought, and at least I’m important to you.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . May 18, 2006

[luvie]

Beautiful...thank you!

[yorkie]

Wow, NB! And to think you wrote that seven years ago.
Thank you for sharing it with us!
Happy Memorial Day to you!