Set In Stone

Literally… 😄 I used to collect rocks and stones as a kid, and when it comes to fossils and unusual rocks and stones today, well… I still like them. These are photos of the rocks and stones in my collection. This is my response to Dutch Goes The Photo’s Photo Challenge, Stones. 🙂

Lots of colors!

This one my aunt found; doesn’t the one in the center look like a tornado?!

Lots of shell and possibly bryozoan impressions from creatures of long ago…

I like the odd pattern in this one.

The blue crystal is one I bought on vacation, but I can’t remember where. I could have been from a vacation to Mena Mountain, but I can’t say for sure, it’s been too long. The rock near the center fascinates me because it changes color halfway through. What kind of rock does that? 😄 And several rocks in this one have fossils in them. I don’t know what kind they are though.

It looks like water shaped this rock oddly; I like the layers in it.

More shells and a burst of red.

Even more shells and what I think are crinoid fossils. (The little circles.)

And more of those… XD

The whole basket!

This one came with a card that tells about it.

And so did this one. 🙂 My aunt gave me these years ago.

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From Prayers To Prose

From Prayers To Prose

From prayers to prose
Like a scent from a rose

Rising to heaven, sacrifices
As the sun over the horizon, rises
The forests comes to life

Enveloped in the Light
Bringing such delight
It’s a welcoming sight
After the darkness of the night

Image debuted in “Mother’s Day Roses.”

From praise to poetry
Like a sapling grows into a tree

Growing heavenward
Branches reaching upward
Creator gives words to the bard

To showcase His creation
His fantastic imagination
To give others elation
In each and every nation

From worship to song
The notes float along

On the lofty breeze
Even the majestic trees
Dance with ease

Make a jubilant sound
Unto the Lord; let joy abound,
Let our voice be heard all around,
Let those who are lost be found!

Image debuted in “Feel No Shame.”


I thought that it might be fun to experiment with rhyming patterns and try something new. 🙂 This one was originally a part of Eclipse; the plan was to start with the early morning and lead up to the Eclipse,  but it just didn’t work out. (The third stanza about the Light was originally about the sun returning after being covered by the moon.) So it ended up becoming its own poem with a different rhyming pattern instead. 🙂

Autumn Leaves

Reblogged in response to the Daily Prompt, Leaf, and also, because the first day of Autumn just past. 🙂

Following Him Beside Still Waters

In response to Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Autumn – Metal. You may remember the fall photos I shared last February of my grandma’s lake – but that same day, I took a bunch of close-ups of leaves as well that I haven’t shared before.

This one is probably my favorite of these. I like how the fall colors pop against the reflection of the sky on the lake:

These scarlet leaves were so glossy that glare ruined many of my shots, but this one turned out:

I believe these are oak leaves:

And I think these are maple. I like how half is changing and the other half is green, like it couldn’t decide if it was ready to embrace autumn:

If you want to see more fall photos (and a poem), I posted this last November: Fall Magic

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Sweet Peace (a reblog)

I love this poem written by Pete over at The Psalmist. Click the link to read it in full! 🙂

The Psalmist

My soul has days that worry looms
Inside my mind I’m filled with gloom
It seems I can’t find rest from fear
Then suddenly your peace appears

Peace sweet peace
Overwhelms me like a flood
Peace sweet peace
Was provided by your blood

The storms of life are gathered ‘round
My feet seem stuck in sinking ground
I pray to God my path to clear
He hears my cry and peace appears

Peace sweet peace
Overwhelms me like a flood
Peace sweet peace
Was provided by your blood

The wind will howl and shake the trees
The waves will roll incessantly
Then Jesus comes and calms the seas
He leaves me with His gentle peace

Peace sweet peace
Overwhelms me like a flood
Peace sweet peace
Was provided by your blood

He said my peace I leave with you
Let not your heart be troubling you
Don’t be afraid my…

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Love Can Be Fleeting

Love can be fleeting
Coming and going as the tide –
The flawed kind of love, anyhow.
As a dragonfly is here now,
Then “See ya on the flip-side!”
Leaving a broken heart beating.

Sometimes love stings
Like a wasp or a bee.
Love can really hurt,
Throwing hearts in the dirt,
So it is hard to see
The beauty love can bring.

From the post, “Bee On A Wildflower

But there is a perfect love
That casts out all kinds of fear;
For He cares so much for us
That He sent his Son Jesus,
So that we may be near
Our Father in Heaven above.

Diamond Heart

Diamond Heart

Depression clouds hung overhead,
Dark thoughts swirled in the storm;
Lightning struck and happiness fled,
Sadness without shape, without form.

Depression spawned twisters that destroy
Everything that was dear to me.
Storage once upon a time held joy;
Tornadoes scattered all that was near to me.

My diamond heart has broken,
And the shards cut into my soul;
The pieces are a sharp token
To what once was whole.

My Father picks up the debris,
And with His loving hand,
Uses His Love to recreate me,
And glues it together again.

Diamond hearts may shatter,
But I know that I will heal;
The pain will no longer matter,
For through the storm, His love, I feel,

From the very heavens above.
He will never from me part.
My Lord rebuilds, so I may love
With all of my diamond heart. 💖


I almost feel like this is a companion to Stained Glass, one of the first poems I shared on this blog. (Which was in July of 2016… my how time flies! 😊)

9-11

I posted this one year ago, so it has now been sixteen years. We will always remember…

Following Him Beside Still Waters

9-11

I can’t believe that it has been fifteen years. I don’t remember much from when I was that age, but I do remember the moment that I saw the twin towers on TV, soon after they had been hit.

I was a kid, and I didn’t understand at first that it was real. I thought my dad was watching some action movie.

Once I realized that it was really happening – which I realized by the tone of which my dad shushed me and the seriousness on his face as he pointed at the TV screen – I was so stunned, and my heart broke for all of the people involved and their families.

I remember watching in horror when the towers fell.

I wrote that little poem in the photo five years ago (obviously edited the amount of years), and it’s still true. We’ll always remember. ♥

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