Thursday, February 25, 2016

H2O

water
the 
basic 
element
of 
life
energy

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Prayer Flag of Faith 2016

What is faith? 
It is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen. 
It is the certainty that what we hope for is waiting for us, 
even though we cannot see it up ahead.
Hebrews 11:1
Starting with a remnant piece of material, I then cut and formed the word "FAITH" from a blue silk flowered ribbon and tacked it down with clear gel "Tacky" fabric glue.  

Next, I traced my hands, cut them out, and then glued them to the material.  Finding a scroll pattern I liked and using an old world font, I printed Hebrews 11:1 from the Living Bible cut and pasted it to the material as well.  

Last, I took a tomato stakes from last summer's garden and trimmed it to a reasonable size, and looped it through the brass circles at the top of the fabric, and hung it in the dining room.

Faith is the certainty...

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Deeply Saddened and Grieving: The Burn Pits By Joseph Hickman

I am deeply sadden today after reading about this. The grief is overwhelming. But, I wanted to share it with you and ask you to pray. First for soldiers and their families, others who may have been harmed, and for our country's leadership. We need loving, caring, action to meet the needs of our military families in crisis! We need leadership to step up and take the actions necessary to meet needs and reform military policies. Too many dying because of thoughtlessness and greed. We as US citizens need to change Washington, NOW! 

TERM LIMITS for congress and put a LEASH on "big business."



Monday, February 15, 2016

Captain Beatrice Lamont

Beatrice Lamont was a captain on the high seas, a fisherman that knew the seasons by the tides and the weather. She was waiting patiently for the tide to change. For a while now the ocean tides and the Earth's climate had been in flux, making it more difficult to fish. Schools that ran in particular patterns were now nowhere to be seen. Fishing was a greater challenge than ever!

Persistence would pay well for the boat with the catch. How to read the signs and make the best guess as to where to go was as much an art as a science now.  Captain Lamont wanting so desperately to catch and haul in a load of fish for her crew, her town, and her business, sought the best source for favor. They were all in need of a good catch. A good payday.

She prayed. “God, show me where to go.” 
What happens next? You write the ending to this story and name the fishing vessel. Submit it in the comments and I will most likely post it.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

...and the greatest of these is LOVE!


show love by what you do
sacrifice
gifts of help
comfort
healing
hugs and kisses
holding hands

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 2016

Friday, February 12, 2016

Puff Up

Ever watch birds? I do. I love birds. I have been a bird watcher for as long as I can remember. Yesterday, as I was driving, I caught out of the corner of my eye as I was rounding a corner, an owl in a tree. I was thrilled. He sat there so majestic surveying his territory most likely looking for something to eat. 

It is cold and going to be even colder this weekend. Birds puff up trapping heat in their feathers to keep warm. Therefore, if you see a bird that looks fat, he may just be keeping warm by puffing up his feathers.

Birds puff up for other reasons as well. For more information about birds in the winter, check out http://smithsonianscience.si.edu/2015/01/keeping-warm-winter-birds.

PJFARR
2014

PJFARR
2014

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Tapped On The Shoulder : Flash Fiction


Enjoying her daily routine after retiring, Margaret was up by five and out the door by five fifteen for her morning walk along the beach. Finishing her walk, she stopped at the Cafe Java for a coffee and sausage biscuit. Picking up a newspaper and spying her favorite table open, she slide into the seat and began pursuing the paper.  "Wonder if there is any estate sales this weekend," she wondered to herself.  

Polishing off the last of the biscuit and coffee, suddenly a stranger tapped her on the shoulder. "I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask of you."

Margaret listened attentively to the stranger across from her as he told her how he had come into an inheritance of his great aunt's house, a bed and breakfast, in the old fishing village of Destin, ten miles down the road from here.  Having a deep love for his beloved Great Aunt May, he could not just list this gem on the open market. Did she know someone who loved antiques, a slow-paced life that moved with the ebb and flow of the tides?

Margaret smiled, "And that's how I ended up being the proud owner of Aunt May's Bed and Breakfast of Destin Florida."

Monday, February 1, 2016

Droll-man or Troll-man or Just Plain Wicked Man

I saw a droll man today with a wicked sneer and knitted cap upon his head wearing an old worn jacket as he jogged up past the house Wednesday. He thinks he is clever practicing parlor tricks. In the end though, his life counts as nothing. It will be as he did not even exist. Pride goeth before a fall, especially off the precipice of life.
The choices we make for what, I ask. 
Power perhaps? 
Money?
Man's choices are a mystery.
Then he is no more.
He is a dead man.

Ice Fishing

Frank is an old man sitting in a rickety wooden chair, fishing through a hole in the ice on a frozen lake in Minnesota. His family has fished this lake for four generations. Suddenly, a loud crackling reverberates across the lake’s surface, and he feels the ice shift beneath him. He scurries, but the hole expands too quickly, and he goes into the icy water.

What happens next? Write your ending in the comments.
Image result for fishing on the ice

Love The Birdies

Sparrows waiting their turn at the bird feeder. Who invited the Starlings?