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Posted on 02/22/2008 6:00:08 PM PST by AZamericonnie
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Now how did I know you would be first?;-)
Good evening Pro & TGIF! *Hugs*
(((Connie)))
Evening sweet cakes! :D
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with liberty and justice for all.
Prayers going up.
Thanks for your GREAT POST!!
Good to see you TMS & you are second!:)
Hope you have a super weekend.....ready for some tunes? *Hugs*
I get to use the computer on a Fri.night since the wife & daughter are at a rehersale.
Hiya Scoutmaster! Looks like you made third tonight!
A busy weekend for you? *Hugs*
Was it dilapidated or just plain blown down?
Rockin’ Randy in the house!:)
Warm & cozy & ready to jam? *Hugs*
One morning I was looking at a bouquet of flowers in a vase on an old carpenter’s bench in front of our “window on the world.” I realized the bouquet was spent; its leaves had wilted and the blossoms were falling.
The same morning I also read George Herbert and quite by “accident” came across his poem titled “Life.” In it Herbert talks about a “posy” (a bouquet of flowers) he gathered so that he could smell the fragrance. But, as he put it, “Time did beckon to the flowers, and they by noon most cunningly did steal away, and withered in my hand.”
The loss of his flowers caused him at first to see “time’s gentle admonition.” Herbert wrote that it “[made] my mind to smell my fatal day; yet sugaring the suspicion.” Yet even as the wilted flowers reminded him of his own death, he found in the metaphor something that sweetened the thought. Herbert concluded:
Farewell dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.
I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my scent be good, I care not, if
It be as short as yours.
What wisdom in this poem! Our time, however short, may be spent “sweetly”—a sweet fragrance of Christ to others (2 Cor. 2:14-16). Should not this be our prayer each day as we arise?
Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.
I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my scent be good, I care not, if
It be as short as yours.
Bible in One Year: Mark 12–16; Proverbs 19:16-29
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Only if the weather gets nice enough 60+ and holds so I can do some hobby woodworking otherwise nope..well except what Mrs. SR tells me to do.
Good evening Lauren.
How are you doin’ tonight?
I’m watching the Bulls and Denver Nuggets duke it out.
So far, and despite yesterday’s loss of Wallace and Smith, da Bulls seem to be doing okay. :D
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