Friday, February 19, 2010
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. Galatians 5:1
Monday, February 8, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
It was one of the coldest days of the year, or so it seemed....The kids purchased a couple of snowmobiles and had taken them out for a run. When they returned, Yuriy walked in with something under his coat, all tucked under his arm...we realized it was a goose with a broken wing. Right now the 'goose' is an addition to our chicken family of seven, and one self righteous rooster. Later we looked in our Audubon bird guidebook and realized we now have a SNOW goose! We'll keep him housed with the chickens 'till spring, where he seems quite content, and by then perhaps his wing will heal and he can go wherever he wants...or...he'll be a nice addition to our pond come the thaw...just another day on the farm....till next time, bye y'all!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Ezekiel 34: 26 And I will make them and the places round about my hill a blessing; and I will cause a shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of blessings.
vs. 27 And the tree of the field shall yield her fruit, and the earth shall yield her increase, and they shall be safe in their land, and shall know that I am the Lord, when I have broken the bands of their yoke, and delivered them out of the hand of those that served themselves( oppressed) of them.
Okay,these scriptures deem an explanation, here in the dead of winter, I was listening to Morningstar worship(live) when I decided to grab some paper and doodle as I do quite often... all the while wondering what would come to mind to draw. The tree came first, it was to have no leaves, still in winter dormancy, then sprinkles of rain..Spring rain...flowers sleeping yet but awaiting their spring just as I am...and an open eye( awakening).The scriptures above came after I drew all this...Thank you Lord for showing me the meanings ...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Sophisticated is the word to describe him. His suit is a tuxedo, that he fills out quite well. He's tall and paunchy, and has a confident stride. Even though he sounds like a cat owned by royalty, he's definitely not. Hector belongs to the local animal rescue facility. He still walks with an heir about him though, knowing his call and purpose in this life.
The young woman working at the animal shelter catches his eye every time she walks by...his mood intense , yet peaceful, beckoning her attention. “You love me, you want to take me home, you can't resist me”....these thoughts seem to trickle from his yellow bright eyes. One day she was weakened again by those looks and she gave in and brought Hector home to her family.
Hector commanded her family to love him, and like a spellbound clan they did, but when he met the young womans mom, he really fell in love. The woman was warm and kind and always willing to have him on her lap, and when not on her lap he was always seen just above her head on the lounge chair where she always sat, or upon her bed where she lay, where he would message her legs with his warm paws.
So Hector became a major character in the household that would bring comfort to all who loved him, especially the woman, May, that was her name.
The men of the household were not particularly fond of cats, so Hector bore a bit of confrontation now and then with a boot or two, but for the most part his life was good because he was very well fed with wet cat food, the kind with the 'royalty cat' on the label of course. He was on a regimented routine of stepping out at a special time each evening, and of this routine, he had trained May very well.
As days passed, Hector became somewhat of a mascot of the family. He was always there. The morning brought Hector meowing to the front door with proud trophies of a mouse head, or a chipmunks' no longer harassing chatter, or perhaps a poor bird unawares. Hector is a ruthless hunter, having no mercy on the most innocent of mice. It was his job, period.
Time passed and one day it was apparent that May, his love, became ill. Hector could be seen messaging her legs, that were sore , as she lay in her bed. Sometimes his prodding became too much for her and he was shewed away...and like a gentle-cat, he would slowly turn and walk away, only to return later for another message and purrr.
Mays kids all loved Hector and respected him completely. He was always rubbed and scratched the right way, but he was occasionally picked on by the boys, who knew just what ticked him off. Hector tolerated them though and was set on his mission of making May comfortable.
One day May's niece came to visit, hearing that her dear aunt was ill. When she arrived, Hector was there in all his glory, sprawled across Mays legs keeping her warm. When he seemed too heavy for mays legs, her niece noticed and coaxed him to her lap where he seemed quite happy. She scratched and petted him the way he liked...so she found favor with him. The next time the niece came to visit he came right to her and made himself comfortable by laying down on her lap and stretching forth his arms...his trademark. Hector felt at home with her and her niece obviously fell in love with him, May took notice of this and said “ I want him to be yours”, she said....her niece swallowed hard and gave a solemn “okay”.
The sad day came when May passed on, and the niece was called upon to come and pick him up. With tears running down, she retrieved Hector from his once happy home to move on to another mission at the nieces home. To this day, Hector has a certain melancholy about him as a result of Mays' absence. So now, Hector reigns on high at the nieces house, still commanding to be let out at a certain time, and giving messages at a regular basis, and spectacular trophy hunting. A day doesn't go by that Hectors' antics and ways bring joy to the nieces' household and family, and all who visit her. His missions being accomplished very well.
Friday, January 8, 2010
She would say to me, "if you're real quiet, and watch it closely, it will wink at you."I think now, it was probably a ploy to get me to be quiet, of which it worked... So to this day I always have a pot of pansies on my front step to remind me of my grandmother. In Victorian times, most flowers were given a meaning...Pansy means remembrance.