I was six years old, a student in Mrs. Johnson’s first grade class, attending school at Mount Pleasant Elementary in Easton, Maryland. I will never forget the day of the assassination. I will never forget the news coverage. At that time you could trust the press, they had integrity, or did they? I wonder what the truth really is concerning JFK’s death. Did he die because he spoke the truth and became an inconvenience to unseen powers? I don’t know…will probably not know until I reach heaven. In the meantime, I will go on living the best life I can, trying to preserve as much good as I’m able…and that’s my theme for the coming year. I’ll write a bit more about that tomorrow.
“Few people have done more than Dwight L. Moody to evangelize lost souls and mentor and train the next generation to fulfill the Great Commission.” Profile in Faith: D.L. Moody by Lyle Dorsett
I’m sharing a song today that I’ve shared before, but I think it is timely in these troubled times.
“And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.” ~Mark 16:15
It’s National Smile Day, not to be confused with World Smile Day, celebrated on October 4th. Every now and then I like to post a photograph of myself so you can see just who is writing this eclectic collection of blog posts. This photograph was taken by my husband. (You can see him reflected in my sunglasses.) We were gathered together with family for a Memorial Day Picnic.
Have a happy Friday and blessed weekend.
I’ve known many of you for years—friendships I would miss dreadfully, if the technology of the Internet, as we know it, should expire. Who you are though, your words, your lives, your posts and comments, are in my heart and thoughts for eternity. I’ve rejoiced that so many of you love God. Through your blogs I’ve visited most of the U.S., Qatar, India, The Philippines, Australia, Europe, Canada, Japan, The Caribbean and many more. I’ve walked with you in the morning and met your neighbors. I’ve loved your chickens…cats…and dogs…and even some donkeys and other assorted creatures. I’ve enjoyed glimpses into your homes and loved meeting your families. I’ve cooked your recipes, used your DIY tips, planted flowers you’ve recommended, admired your photos, commented on your posts, and enjoyed taking part in your blog challenges. In short, you’ve influenced my life for the better.
I have taken great delight in comments left on my blog. In fact, a recent comment was so beautifully worded it gave me the inspiration for this post. I knew I had to share it and leave a link to this lovely blog and the poetry of the author.
“…one of the marvelous things about blogging: people share golden new things, and still shimmering old things.” Leyda Bien/Poetic Heart Dregs
I thank Leyda for the lovely comment found on my post – Mirrors. Visit her blog by way of the link in the blockquote above.
What connection do buttercups have with this post? Well, when they are newly blossomed there is no other flower quite so golden. When they are old, such as pressed between the pages of a book, they still retain a definite shimmer of the beauty they first exhibited. Live Science gives a wonderful explanation of how and why buttercups have a sheen like no other flower. You can read about it here: How Buttercups Get Their Yellow Gloss.
Buttercups reflect so much light it is hard to get a clear photograph of them. Even on an overcast, damp day, they caught the sun and shone it’s light back at me. Buttercups are my choice for today’s FOTD. These beauties are blooming in southern New Jersey this month.
Pressed buttercups are a perfect example of Leyda’s phrase, ‘shimmering old things.’ Even when pressed between the pages of a book for years, they retain their shimmer. Thank you everyone who blogs here and on other sites…I enjoy your lives and you have made mine very full.
For pressed flower tips visit: The Flower Ark.
Kudos to athletes, coaches, and spectators!
This post is part of Six Word Saturday.
When beautiful events take place in the sky I look up and take notice. When a person changes many lives for the better by standing up for what he knows is truth, I take notice of his words. I wonder what Martin Luther King, Jr’s dream would be if he lived in our present world.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
What am I silent about even when I know something is very wrong? Do I keep opinions to myself because I don’t want to come across as condemning instead of loving? What might my silence let happen that should, at the very least, be spoken against? Today I am stating my opinion on abortion. My belief is that at conception life begins. I don’t usually contact government leaders, but this weekend I sent a thank you email to Rand Paul for reintroducing the Life at Conception Bill.
“Each year, the March for Life calls on the powerful to protect life at its most helpless. What we say about the value of human life fundamentally impacts who and what we will be as a nation. In recognition of this, I have reintroduced the Life at Conception Act to ensure the unborn receive equal protection under the law, along with legislation to end forced taxpayer support of Planned Parenthood. May the message heard today and the marchers’ passionate dedication inspire change to reaffirm this most basic of rights-” ~ Rand Paul
I remember dressing up as a playtime activity when I was small. Nothing was more thrilling than putting on my mother’s clothes and shoes to become a princess or a grand lady.
Everyone dressed up in the 1950’s. A Sunday-morning-going-to-church outfit for ladies consisted of high heels, stole, gloves and netted hat.
Here are my sweethearts dressing up for Halloween last year. I wonder what they’ll be this year?
One of my favorite getaway places – Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square, PA. This post is part of Norm’s Thursday Doors – August 9th.
For those of you who wonder what I look like…this was taken earlier today right before our first day at the local lake. I’m wearing the sunhat and beach cover up my grand-daughter picked out for me for Mother’s Day. She has great style for a five-year-old. I love the big hat, it kept the sun off of me just like a portable umbrella. I am still a bit incognito behind the glasses, but folks…this is me. I wish for you all a sensational summer, and for those of you in the hemisphere down-under, I wish you an easy winter.
Mary Tyler Moore 1936 – 2017
I don’t know of anyone who didn’t love Mary Tyler Moore or her work. Our world lost a little bit of its sunshine today. Thank you Mary.
“From children to seniors, people pack shoebox gifts each year to bless children in need around the world. Parents often use the project to teach their kids about giving. Year-round volunteers support these efforts across the country.”
It’s easy to fill a shoebox with gifts and necessities for a child. The hard part is getting all you want to send into the box! When I imagine the box being opened up, and the toys, school supplies, and toiletries discovered, I feel real joy. There is still time to take part in this wonderful endeavor. Visit Operation Christmas Child for more information.
My sister and I, October 30th, 1977. I am the bride, just barely twenty years old. She is my Maid of Honor, aged seventeen.
On February 4th I blogged about packaging seeds for my sister in tea packets . This is the sweet email I received in return:
Thank you so much for the seeds. When I first saw them hanging on the back door I thought you were sharing tea with me. I even turned on the tea kettle went to the bag and then saw the writing, ha, ha. Thank you so much, I may start some of them today. Talk soon!
My sister is so talented and versatile. She wears many hats: nurse, beekeeper, gardener, skipper of a boat, hockey coach, friend, wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, aunt and SISTER. I am blessed to be her big sister.
“‘We wanted to push boundaries because our God is not safe or small: He has a wild imagination.’
Rend Collective have never lacked imagination. From the bewildering array of children’s toys and whimsical, handmade oddities they call instruments, to the hare-brained and wonderfully impractical scheme of recording a live album on the beach around a campfire, to the safety-defying audacity of shooting a music video on a fully-operational fishing boat in the turbulent Irish Sea, this fascinating worship community have always pursued the colorful and unexpected.” ~ Rend Collective Website
I love the exuberant praise songs by Rend Colletive.