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May we always keep dreaming of and pursuing every welcoming voice.
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.
(Updated October 15)
Dreams are renewable. No matter our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
Because everything we say and do is the length and shadow of our own souls, our influence is determined by the quality of our being.
Dale E. Turner (1917-2006) was an American pastor and Christian writer. Many of his works shared an unfailing optimism with his readers.
Running a quick errand for mother
Feeling twenty-five cents in my hand
Heading to the nearby little store
Milk, bread—let’s see what candy looks grand
Years ago, two bits meant feeling rich
A few coins equal twenty-five cents
Today, this sweet tooth will be in luck
Let this candy shopping now commence
Below the front counter, treasures wait
Friendly woman cashier stands and smiles
A few pennies for Sweet Tarts and more
Licorice, Smarties add to the pile
Looking to spend one final nickel
Picking through endless, tempting choices
Spying at last, a sweet Hershey bar
Overcome by sugar-filled voices
Arriving back home without delay
Pockets filled with sweetest treasure
Mother asks about the milk and bread
Two bucks unspent, plus her displeasure
Growing up in my childhood neighborhood, there was a little store just a few blocks away. My brothers and I made many a journey to the store for milk, bread, and other quick-to-find essentials for our mother. I cannot recall forgetting the milk and bread, but having a few coins in my pocket was treasure waiting to be spent on the candy found there.
The poem lists a few of the types of candy found back in the 1960s. Do you have a favorite candy from your childhood?
Originally published July, 2020.
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The innocence of a child encourages us to stay true to the child who still fills part of our own hearts.
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.
(Updated October 14)
A child is . . . such a knot of little purposeful nature!
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
Richard Eberhart (1904-2005) was an American poet who published more than two dozen books of poetry.
From Hosea 6:6: “For I desire steadfast love and not sacrifice, the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings.”
Heavenly Father desires
Man’s loyalty, share His light
Glory lifted high, filled with joy
Faith’s purpose, now taking flight
Heavenly Father’s witness
Man matures through truth, grace leads
Thirsty for His Word, at last quenched
Faith’s planting, each tender seed
Heavenly Father gathers
Man’s attention, seeking peace
Christ offers details, believe each one
Faith’s motives, Spirit’s mouthpiece
Heavenly Father’s calling
Man finds knowledge, full of hope
Honored relationship, with Him
Faith’s voyage, up periscope
From John 17:1-2: “After Jesus had spoken these words, He looked up to heaven and said, ‘Father, the hour has come; glorify Your Son so that the Son may glorify You, since You have given Him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom You have given Him.'”
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Our faith’s purpose is simple when we welcome the opportunity to see the road ahead through God’s lens.
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.
(Updated October 13)
The Bible is a bottomless source of nourishment for becoming like Christ.
From Ephesians 5:8-9: “For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Walk as children of light, for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true.”
This informative post will be published on Saturday in place of my regular one. You are invited to participate with the opening question.
There is a house. A person enters this house blind to most of the world’s knowledge, but exits it seeing so much more of it. What is it?
(answer found at the end of this post)
One of the most fascinating insects is the quiet and elusive walking stick, who is one of the largest insects in the world.
Here are a few quick facts about the walking stick:
Living in temperate and tropical climates, the walking stick is a member of the Phasmida family of insects. With more than 3,000 species, they live on every continent except Antarctica.
The walking stick’s name is quite descriptive as it looks very much like a thin twig. This long insect features slender legs and antennae. They have the ability to regenerate a lost leg.
Since each resembles a narrow twig, the walking stick is blessed with a well-camouflaged appearance. They hide in plain sight, and few predators notice them. One of the most successful predators is the bat, which is equipped to hunt by echolocation. Bats use a biological sonar system to help locate their prey.
The life cycle of the walking stick begins with a female laying dozens of seed-like eggs. Eggs are dropped to the ground, one at time. Some eggs may take up to two years to hatch. Nymphs look like tiny adults, and they will reach full maturity in about 3-12 months. The average lifespan of a walking stick is two years.
An unusual trait of walking stick reproduction is what happens when a male is not present to mate. Females lay their eggs, which will only bear female offspring. This phenomena is called parthenogenesis.
A schoolhouse.
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Being by oneself with God’s creation may seem like a simple blessing, but it has the ability to take one into an adventure with nature’s goodness.
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.
(Updated October 12)
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