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A Nation’s Strength
Walt Whitman

Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.

May God richly bless all those who have served our country so valiantly.

God Bless America!

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 Lord thank You for another day

Within this life of mine…

Give me the stength to live it well

Whatever I may find.

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Bestow from Your abundance

Whatever I may lack…

To use the hours wisely

For I cannot have them back.

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Lord thank you for another day

In which to make amends…

For little slights or petty words

Inflicted on my friends.

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For somethimes losing patience

With problems that I find…

For seeing faults in other lives

 But not the ones in mine.

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Lord thank You for another chance

In which to try to be…

A little more deserving

Of the gifts You’ve given me.

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For yesterday is over

And tomorrow’s far away…

And I remain committed

To the good I do today!

Grace E. Easley

 

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Today I went with several ladies from our church to Filoli House and Garden. Located thirty miles south of San Francisco on the eastern slope of the Coast Range, the 654-acre Filoli estate contains as its central portion a historic house and sixteen acres of formal garden. The house contains 36,000 square feet of interior floor space on two floors and a mezzanine. There are forty-three rooms and seventeen fireplaces. It was quite a site. The manicured gardens are absolutely beautiful. In the rose garden I took several pictures but this one caught my eye the most and reminded me of this poem. It is so true!

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It is only a tiny rosebud,
This flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold its petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
This flower God opens so sweetly,
Would in my hands fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God’s design,
How can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I’ll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,
My Heavenly Father knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

(author unknown)

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Pacific Grove, California

It has been beautiful here the last few days. “Spring has sprung”. I know there will more than likely be another cold snap before the warm weather really sets in, but isn’t that part of spring? I always get a little tickled at people every year who say, “I thought it was spring. Where did this cold come from”? I have been living for nearly 50 years (oooo….sounds old) and as far back as I can remember there is always a little cold snap right around Easter. lol Well, I didn’t really mean to get on a “soap box” here but you have to admit it’s kind of funny when people do this. I think they may just feel the need to talk. Anyway, here are a few of my favorite quotes and poems about Spring.

  • Spring in the world! And all things are made new. Ibid.

Spring comes laughing down the valley

All in white, from the snow

Where the winter’s armies rally

Loth to go.

Amelia Josephine Burr, “New Life,” Life and Living, 1916

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California Poppies

Then came the lovely spring with a rush of

blossoms and music,

Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with melodies vernal.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Theologian’s Tale,” Tales of a Wayside Inn, 1863-1874

Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air

Which dwells with all things fair,

Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,

Is with us once again. Henry Timrod, “Spring,” 1862

Song of Solomon 2:11-13 (Amplified Bible)

11 For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(Could this be the season we hear these words, “Arise my love, my fair one, and come away”. Wouldn’t that be awesome?)

I hope you all are enjoying this beautiful season!

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Keep On Singing

I like this poem/song, so thought I’d share it with you all. God has been so good to me, How Can I Keep from Singing?

How Can I Keep from Singing

My life flows on in endless song,

Above earth’s lamentations

I hear the real tho’ far off hymn,

That hails a new creation.

 

Thru all the tumult and the strife,

I hear that music ringing,

It sounds an echo in my soul,

How can I keep from singing?

What tho’ the tempest round me roars,

I know the truth it liveth,

What tho’ the darkness round me close

Songs in the night it giveth,

No storm can shake my inmost calm,

While to that rock I’m clinging—

Since love is lord of heaven and earth

How can I keep from singing?

Written by:  Anne Warner

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I wonder how many times I have sang the words, “My blessing is coming my way. It’s only a matter of time…….” And all the while singing the song I was surrounded by many blessings. God just has to smile at us sometimes. And then at other times I feel overwhelmed, taken over by the Blessings of God. It’s at those times I sing songs like, “I’m blessed, I’m blessed, I’m blessed…..I have shelter, clothing and food and I am blessed……” and “I am a Friend of God”, and “I am blessed! I am blessed! Every day that I live I am blessed. When I wake up in the morning, or I lay my head to rest, I am blessed. I am blessed.” The list of “blessing” songs can go on and on. Right now is one of those many times I feel so blessed. I have wanted a baby grand for a long, long time and was expecting one in the next year or two. However, as you can see by the photo that God saw fit to give me one of those “SURPRISE BLESSINGS”. WOW!!! is all I could say. I can’t go into how it all came about but you just have to believe me when I tell you it was a BLESSING! After the piano deliverers left my house and I sat down to play, the first song that I played was a song I wrote many years ago when I was only 19 years of age. “Serving God is Beautiful. Serving the King of Kings. I serve Him because I love Him you see, Serving God Is Beautiful to me.” (copyright,  Nelon Music Co. 1986) I looked up into the faces of my son and husband who’s eyes were filled with tears of thankfulness. And we had a moment. You know what I mean? I know you have had those moments when it was just to special for words. And I wanted to try and share it with all of you. I hope you think my piano is as pretty as I do and I hope you have caught a glimpse of just how special some blessings are.

MUSICIAN’S PRAYER

God, please bless my music

That it might glorify Your name,

May using it to serve You

Always be my aim.

Let it be a witness

To Your majesty and love,

And remind us that You’re watching

From Your throne above.

Oh Lord, I ask for guidance

In everything I do,

And pray You’ll make my music

An instrument for You.

Amen

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The accordion in this picture was my Mother’s. It is in its original case and the sale reciept is in there too. Daddy bought the accordion in November of 1955 for $347.00. I know that was a lot of money for them back then. I am proud to have it.

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I came across this writing and as I read it I thought Virginia Ellis must surely have known my Mother and written this just for her. Mother passed from this life into the next in August of 2001 after a bitter battle with cancer. October 4 is her birthday.  I am thankful for the friendship we had and she will forever live in my memories.  As you read this piece maybe you can get a glimpse of the kind of woman Lila Marie Layne was.

A woman of talent, a woman of thought,

A woman of charm and good taste,

Independent and private.

Obserbvant and quiet,

A woman of natural grace.

A woman of truth; a woman of honor,

Firm in her beliefs and convictions,

Courageous and brave.

Though sometimes afraid,

Seeks no favors nor dispensations.

A woman of subtle humor and wit,

Is pleased to hear words of good cheer,

Approves of gentle jesting.

Finds debasement distressing,

In such case, just turns a deaf ear.

A woman of kindness, a woman of care,

Whose heart is as big as outdoors,

Can love with a passion.

Can bleed with compassion,

Shows respect and love for the Lord.

A friend I trust and entrust with my soul,

A friend of no age and no race,

As I am, she accepts me.

Seeks no cause to reject me,

A friend, I’ve been given by grace.

by:Virginia (Ginny) Ellis  copyright 2000

As our family has promised each other since I was a little girl, I will meet you “In Front of the Throne” one of these days. 

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  Please contribute to this worthy cause and help others be free from this disease.  There are many ways to do this.  Marathons, think and buy pink, donations at grocery stores, department stores, etc.

 

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