Scrumptious Day

Today is turning out to be a beautiful one; there is not a cloud in the sky and the colors of the world seem bright as can be. Darling dog is running back and forth between the window and the sliding glass door here in the living room, whining about passers by and falling leaves.



"The rocks wore vines of crimson, and goldenrod was full of bees and yellow butterflies. Gnarled roots bore little creeping tufts of squawberry with bright, red berries dotting thick between. But Courtland passed on and saw it not."

~ The Witness by Grace Livingston Hill

Puddy Tat

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by and by when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned, he learned from her,
"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.

~From Pinkle Purr by A.A. Milne

Two Hearts

Exodus 35: 34-35
And he hath put in his heart that he may teach, both he, and Aholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan. Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart, to work all manner of work, of the engraver, and of the cunning workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, and in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of them that do any work, and of those that devise cunning work.

Under the White Light

When the world around me is occupied by shades of muted greyish blue, matte jade, and wrinkled ochre I long for brevity of stark white, crisp in its spartan fashion, enslaved to reflection and illumination of those demure and daily lies we tell to put on a good face.

"I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud,
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on..."

I am sick...

Proverbs 13:12
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.

I cought this horrible flu bug and it has stolen away three days of my life so far. I am laid up and useless, my body is so tired, but my mind longs to get up and seek out activity and interaction. I cried this morning out of sheer frustration because my it took so much concentration to make a phone call, to move myself into the office and pick up the phone, but things still need to be done. There are dishes to wash, laundry to fold, and of course I need to take care of myself. All I want to do is run out into the street and scream because I feel shackled by these aching muscles. "When the desire cometh, it is the tree of life..."

Rooted & Built Up

"She fluttered the leaves for something--she could not just tell
what--and her eye caught some of the verses that her father had marked
for her before she left home for college, in the days when he was
troubled for her going forth into the world of unbelief.

As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in
him: Rooted and built up in him, and established in the faith, as
ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving. Beware
lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after
the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not
after Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead
bodily.... "

~

A Voice in the Wilderness by Grace Livingston Hill

Shooting and Praying

"The color came into the man's face. Somehow this girl put him in a verybad light. He couldn't shoot; and, if he couldn't pray, what would she think of him?"
~
The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill