Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Is this five hundred lavender seeds?
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Look at the Recompense from God in the earth...
Golden corn delivered to my door, from God. I never tasted anything as good and delicious as that corn. It seemed to have everyday's sunshine in my mouth. "Don't miss it!" The lightning said and the spiders made a frame for it. You can't believe how good God's corn is, when you grow it yourself. Maybe I only got one this time and the okra from years ago was good, but this corn was better, because I learned how hard it is to get somebody's eyes out of the books and into the practicum.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Swords to plowshears? what of it?
I like the verses about the kingdom being taken by violence. I can relate to that. Don't give me a bunch of seeds to deal with. I will grow. God put those verses in the Bible just to lure me in. Once you get into the battle and you see the peace-loving nature of God and battle of beating up your own passions and proclivities, you may want to let go, but you can't. Lately I have been seeing a volleyball game in the clouds. Go figure.
Friday, July 7, 2017
Missing Air Bud!
He seems to be standing next to God, commentating the match of our lives. He is showing us how a hacker can make it to heaven, after all of this stumbling and stuttering on the court. After we beat up ourselves and our opponents, make sure that you know that God is not your opponent, his life said. Enter every match with the knowledge of your humility next to the Most High.
As a commentator, if you were a hacker, he said, “You can do this!” It really isn’t as hard as it looks. If you were a seasoned pro, he said, You ain’t so much! Tomorrow, you could be watching from the bleachers. He humbled us all, with every comment. We miss him so much as we jump to try to explain the encouragement and motivation we received from his unorthodox ways. We can’t even talk about it. We just try so hard to make the applications to the world as we live out our own lives and hear his happy voice egging us from the sidelines onto the courts of our responsibility. He knocks us down a few pegs and he lifts us up a few, when we need it! Missing you, Bud!
Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
My little Emmie
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.