Consider Lilies

"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these." Matthew 6:28

That is a verse I turn around and spin in my head all the time for I am a spinner.

peace and joy

Olive

Vintage Postcard

"None but the brave deserve the fair"

Says my lone vintage Valentine's postcard. 

She is giving him the eye and he looks startled. 

The postcard is dated 1959.

It is centered on the dining room table surrounded by hurricanes filled with red candles.

Do tell, any big plans for tonight?

happy valentine's day

Olive

Sunday Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, help me to remember that fussing in the mirror does not make me an inch taller. That all money spent on fashion really matters not. Instead of looking at the fashions, remind me to walk outside and look at the flowers.

They never primp or shop, but I have never seen design quite like this. The ten best dressed men and women in the country look shabby along side them. If you give such attention to flowers-how much more do you care for me?

prayer adapted by me from The Message Bible Matthew 6:27-33

joy and peace

Olive

A Faithfulness Verse

This event is hosted by Cindy at I Owe It All to Him. Please visit and check out others favorite verses. It was difficult to pick a verse. Or even a set of verses.

I chose Lamentations 3:22-23. I turn to this chapter many days. See two verses! It contains the title of one of my favorite classic hymns.

 

♦Lamentations♦

 

22.Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

for his compasssions never fail.

23.They are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

 

I am in need of His never failing compassion. My faith, at intervals, could not be found on the surface of a mustard seed. I do not think Horton could hear it if it were a tiny Who. But His faith is great when mine is not to be found anywhere. This gives me no end of comfort. I can hear the old hymn now.

 

The photo is from the Old City Cemetery in Sandersville, Georgia.

Ya’ll have a peaceful and blessed weekend.

grace surrounds us

Olive

Before the Dawn

It is still dark  in South Carolina. Our vacation is about to end. It was lovely. Fast of course. The temperature has cooled a bit. It is supposed to rain today. Yay!

Here is a poem from a small book of poetry I read on occasion.

 

Before the dawn

the song began!

Before the sweep of light

no matter if it was moments or more

this back yard bird

sang, knowing;

his melody a harbinger.

And I thought how

often, only after rewards were given,

I have sung

but how faith is a song

before the dawn

Lyle M. Crist

 

The yellow house is now still. In a hour it will be noisy as CC and her friend Big A will wake and they are LOUD. Joe is quiet but he will egg those two on. Big A is not big at all that is just my nickname for her. Both of them were two pound premature babies and they are petite. We will all be going to the 8:30 service at church.

Ya’ll have a peaceful and blessed Sunday.

grace surrounds us

Olive

The Potter

I am a vessel

Imperfect

Being molded every day

Sometimes placed in the fire

To my benefit

Gently, I am released

Revealed

Yet, O Lord, you are our Father.

We are the clay, you are the potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

Isaiah 64:8

grace surrounds us

Olive