Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
Begin each day with appreciation because this life you’re living is your own creation.
Christy Ann Martine (born 1972) is a Canadian writer who shares poetry and short stories.
One of my favorite places to walk is a short drive from my home. Walnut Woods Metro Park (the Woods) is a special place to find nature’s treasures along its easy to moderate trails. The photographs shown with this poem were taken a few days ago. Enjoy!
Early morning light beckons
Putting on worn hiking shoes
Overcast skies hold back rain
Nature waits with charming views
Driving to a park, the “Woods”
Tranquility always waits
Peace and beauty reaching out
Eager feet, needing no skates
Step by step, walking farther
Park’s vastness, shouting with joy
Around each bend, nature smiles
Many sights and sounds deploy
Morning excursion teases
Birds sing back and forth on cue
Precious blossoms smelling sweet
Coffee can’t top nature’s brew
Time seems to pause with each step
Today’s time comes to an end
Ticket punched for return trip
These “Woods” remain a best friend
Originally published June, 2020.
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Nature possesses an invisible quality that serves to restore one’s soul.
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 January 22)
Rest and play are as vital to our health as nutrition and exercise.
Want to be happy? Stop trying to be perfect.
Brene Brown (born 1965) is an American researcher and author. Much of her work has studied courage, vulnerability, shame, and empathy.
From Psalm 118:1: “O give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His steadfast love endures forever!”
Hope’s refuge, waiting in Lord’s highest place
Father’s steadfast love endures forever
Lighting way for each faithful endeavor
Proclaiming Savior’s song of victory
Bond of peace, opened at Calvary’s cross
Unified as one with body of Christ
Sharing patient gentleness, though high-priced
Bearing one another in faithful love
Measure of forgiveness, joy’s lasting gift
Marvelous in Lord’s single, faithful breath
Overcoming lasting darkness and death
Waiting at heaven’s gate, His love-filled grace
Witnessing Savior’s nail-pierced hands and feet
Faith’s Resurrection, forever complete
From Luke 24:36-39: “While they were talking about this, Jesus Himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’ They were startled and terrified and thought that they were seeing a ghost. He said to them, ‘Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at My hands and My feet; see that it is I myself. Touch Me and see, for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.'”
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Our Savior remains as the cornerstone of one’s faith journey.
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 January 21)
Remember what you are saved for–that the Son of God might be manifested in your mortal flesh.
From Ephesians 1:18: “So that, with the eyes of your heart enlightened, you may perceive what is the hope to which He has called you, what are the riches of His glorious inheritance among the saints.”
Oswald Chambers (1874-1917) was a Scottish evangelist and Christian teacher. Following his death from an illness while in Egypt during World War I, his wife took on the task of transcribing the detailed notes she had written from his lectures and sermons. Gertrude Hobbs Chambers’ efforts resulted in the publication in 1924 of MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST. I frequently read from this devotional, and it has greatly deepened my faith and understanding of God’s Word.
This informative post will be published on Saturday in place of my regular one. You are invited to participate with the opening question.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you always change my page every month. What am I?
(answer found at the end of this post)
Admitted to the American Union on March 15, 1820, as the 23rd state of the United States, Maine offers nearly endless natural treasures.
Here are a few quick facts about the “Pine Tree State” of Maine:
Forested land covers more than 80 percent of Maine’s landscape. The 12th smallest state in terms of land area (35,385 square miles) is one of the most rural of American states.
Known for its lobster, the lengthy Atlantic coastline offers seemingly endless miles of ocean views. The annual lobster harvest fills nearly 90 percent of the nation’s supply.
Maine is unique in a couple of ways compared to the other American states. Being the only one in the country, its name is one syllable. It also borders only one other state, New Hampshire.
Founded in 1916, Acadia National Park offers a look at the natural beauty of the region. Maine is home to numerous lakes and rivers, and its many coastal islands house several lighthouses. Besides Alaska, Maine provides a home to more moose than any other state.
Wild blueberries reign supreme in Maine. There are more berries here than in other place on the planet. Countless blueberry-inspired creations fill restaurant menus.
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As grandparents, our time with grandchildren is precious. We are messengers of our Lord’s love and grace.
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 January 20)
Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) was an American poet and educator. Born in Portland, Maine, he has long been remembered for being one of New England’s fireside poets.
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