Born in the Big Sky Country of Montana and now living in the Buckeye State of Ohio, Richard is the creative mind behind Big Sky Buckeye. Retired after 40 years of teaching, I enjoy writing, photography, traveling, and following a healthy lifestyle.
The inspiration for this poem grew from a morning devotional which featured the hymn, “All Are Welcome.” If you wish to hear more hymns, look for MaryRuth72’s channel on YouTube.
Every day the Lord offers a fresh opportunity to make more memories.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
To be humble in heart . . . is to be submissive to the core. It involves being more interested in serving the needs of others than in having one’s own needs met.
From Philippians 2:3-4: “Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves. Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interests of others.”
Do you enjoy writing or reading poetry? Most of the posts on Big Sky Buckeye are filled with poetry, but I also share short stories, photography, and a few surprises along the way. You are invited to sit a spell and find something you like. I enjoy sharing my curiosity through my writing. You are welcome to like, comment, follow, share, or reblog a post.
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Another blessed day with the Lord has arrived! In Sunday worship, our message revolved around the “Parable of the Sower” from Luke 8. The lesson energizes me to continue to share God’s Word through poetry in today’s post, “Call to Worship.”
In addition to my writing, view another journal entry posted on September 19 in From My Journal. While Big Sky Buckeye enjoys writing poetry and short stories, much of his journal writing is inspired from reading and commenting on other blogger’s posts.
You are invited to read a quote updated on September 19 from thoughts shared from the words of American pastor and Christian author Charles Swindoll. His insightful remarks encourage and inspire us to look for opportunities to serve others.
Here’s my Baker’s Dozen, featuring 13 of my recent writings from the past couple of weeks. Each post is linked to take you right to its location. Other poems, short stories, and other writings can be found in the archives (found at the top of the page), which will be updated frequently with past selections. Enjoy!
A late autumn afternoon coaxes Fred and Milt, two of golfing’s diehards, to make one final trip to the golf course before storing their clubs for another season. The forecast looks a bit ominous, but the hardy duo figure they can handle anything Mother Nature throws at them.
By the time they reach the first tee, a miserable windy, rainy cold front is quickly approaching. Fred tells Milt, “Maybe the weather will clear.”
The twosome manages to finish the first hole with a pair of pars, and they both feel confident to play the second hole. Meanwhile, the cold, wind, and rain have arrived.
Moving along a bit more quickly, Fred and Milt finish the second hole with a pair of bogeys. Obviously, their thoughts are more concerned with the weather than their golf score.
Hesitating just a bit, Milt asks Fred, “Should we continue to the next hole?”
With the wind beginning to roar, Fred shouts back, “Sure, let’s go for it.”
Milt hits a near-perfect tee shot, but he can barely see the ball in the driving rain. Before Fred can tee up his ball, the rain is beginning to turn to snow.
Undeterred, Fred slams into his tee shot with a towering, magnificent drive. One problem!
Tiny snowflakes are growing exponentially bigger as Fred’s ball takes off. Quickly, the ball disappears into a cloud of white. Milt calls out, “Looks like we can finish this hole next spring. Let’s get out of here!”
Fred shoots back, “Sounds like a great plan. Let’s head to my place and see if Marge has any coffee and pie left.”
Reaching the warm and dry kitchen, the haggard golfers are greeted by the aroma of Marge’s fresh baked Dutch apple pie, topped with her mother’s secret recipe of streusel. As the golfing buddies sit down around the kitchen table with Marge and her sweet pie, Fred remarks, “We both took a ‘snowman’ on our third hole, but Margie’s pie wins out for sure!”
This informative post will be posted on Saturday along with my usual writing. We can all appreciate some of the lesser known facts from around the world.
Assigned to cover the 1933 Indianapolis 500, a Denver journalist called his Colorado newspaper and promised, “. . . will overhead winner,” meaning he would send the name of the winner via the overhead wires (the telegraph). The editor, however, misunderstood the message and interpreted it to mean that the name of the winner was “Will Overhead.” As a result, the headline running in the WORLD INDEPENDENT the next morning read, “Overhead wins Indianapolis Race.”
A muskmelon that was brought from Armenia to Italy in the fifteenth century was planted and cultivated in the gardens of the papal estate near Rome. The estate was Cantaluppi, so the fruit crop that resulted became known as cantaloupe.
These facts have been discovered in I NEVER KNEW THAT by David Hoffman (2009).
Advice to a new writer: There are no rules in this profession. In your writing, go where the pain is; where the pleasure is; go where the excitement is.
To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
From Psalm 40:1-2: “I waited patiently for the Lord; He inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the desolate pit,out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock,making my steps secure.”
