The temperature is a right brisk seventeen degrees this morning! The moon is eleven per cent full and is a waning crescent. The sky is clear but around the horizon hovers a band of blue-purple clouds, ominous in the pale sky. The weatherman is saying that by Friday, we may indeed have another round of […]
Feb 25, 2014
Possibilities
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A weird, ghostly image floats back and forth in the front window of my neighbor’s house across the street. Now, if it were a moonlit night, and the wind was blowing with an eerie sound, and I happened to glimpse that faint, disembodied object, my mystery writer’s brain would go into high gear. As it […]
Feb 24, 2014
Monday Morning Meandering Through Scripture
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Another beautiful Lord’s Day! Two Sundays in a row, you ask? No, I realize this is Monday, but it belongs to the Lord too. This morning, I thought I’d share just a few of my favorite verses in the beloved Book of Job and why they are special to me. I am not a Bible […]
Feb 23, 2014
Sunday Morning Meanderings
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Another Lord’s Day! Of course, every day belongs to the Lord but it is most often on Sundays (and sometimes Saturdays and Saturday nights) that Christians around the world go to church to celebrate our Saviour. In long ago Etta Bend, there was no church but there was the schoolhouse. People went to the school […]
Feb 22, 2014
Comfort and Quilts
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Yesterday I wrote about my thoughts being a potpourri, a mixture of this and that. The day turned out to be that way too. The good far out-weighed the bad and the bad wasn’t all that bad; I took a tumble but the good part was, I sprang right up with no assistance, I didn’t […]
Feb 21, 2014
Potpourri, Hodgepodge, Patchwork
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I’ve always liked that French word Potpourri. It sounds lovely, like the mixed fragrances of dried flower petals it represents. However, “hodgepodge” and “patchwork” mean about the same thing. My thoughts this morning are a mixture, a patchwork quilt of jumping from one subject to the next. You are invited to share them. The wind […]
