A Day At Grandma’s

In response to Dutch Goes The Photo’s Photo Challenge – this is a collection of photos I took last Tuesday at my grandma’s.

You know I had to get more shots of the dead tree and the live tree next to it. 😄 For some reason, they fascinate me.

And I found some dandelion seed pods and some clover.

At this point, my mom hit a limb with the riding lawn mower, which knocked the belt off. She asked me to see if I could get it back on, and I did – eventually. Of course, I took the camera off my neck for that, and she got this photo. Thanks, mom! 😂

And then I found some flowers! I really like the purple one with the seed pods around it. (I admit it – I staged that one. 😄 The pods weren’t originally that close but I pulled them over into the shot.)  And those yellow ones were everywhere! It was such a beautiful day. 🙂

Pure in Heart (a reblog)

A fantastic message from Unashamed of Jesus. 🙂

Unashamed of Jesus

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Matthew 5:8

Are you pure in heart? Many people are religious but that doesn’t mean they will ever see God. We must remember that God reads the hearts and minds of us all (Jeremiah 17:10) Just because you’re putting on a good show for everyone, you’re not fooling God. If your heart is corrupted with evil , you have not truly been transformed. You can’t walk with God and hold hands with Satan.

Even Christians, Jesus taught us that many would profess his name, but he will say depart from me you evil doers, I never knew you! (Matthew 7:23) What is going on here? The problem is just because you call yourself a “Christian” and use the name of Jesus, if your heart is still corrupted, your works are still evil. We see this a lot in today’s…

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Spread The Gospel

It’s week nineteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to join in, just click the link! 😉

Photo By William Stitt

I’m waiting for the crowds,
The goal was to evangelize;
Spread the Gospel aloud,
But only to quickly realize…

I’m afraid; I cannot speak
What am I supposed to say and do?
It’ll come out like a squeak.
Looks like my attempt is through…

The streets are filled, but I’m ignored,
Terrified; I can’t do this alone!
What do I do, My Lord, I implore!
“Child, you aren’t on your own…”

Once I sat on the bench, dejected;
Now I’m no longer filled with fear!
I declare His Word – but they’re rejected,
Pearls before swine – I move on from here.

Prodigal Daughter

I realize that I am late with this response to week eighteen of 100 word Wednesday, but I wanted to share it anyway. 🙂 If anyone would like to participate in the challenge, BikurGirl should be posting the prompt for week nineteen soon! 😀

Image Credit: Felix Russel-Saw

Her arms were riddled in vibrant tattoos;
She was told not to but did it anyway.
Rebellious child; no one told her what to do!
So she made a rash decision to run away.

Loneliness quickly found her in these desolate places,
Missing the comforts of home: food, water, family,
Friends, a hot bath – all that was here were open spaces.
She desired freedom, but this was not it; she

Found clarity in a field of dried grass. She realized
What a blessed life she had willingly left.
Like a prodigal daughter, she became wise –
And ran back to her home, asking for forgiveness.

What Kind Of Seed Am I?

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls by the wayside,
Where birds eat me alive,
And I’m crushed by a stampede.

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls on the stony ground,
Sprouts so fast, no roots grow down,
Dead to the faith I once believed.

I don’t want to be a seed
That falls among the briars,
And gets choked from the desires
Of the worldly weeds.

I really want to be a seed
That falls on the good dirt;
I will stay on the alert,
To grow up strong to succeed!

I’ll follow Your lead,
To produce fruit for You.
I won’t hide the Light from view.
To You, my will, I concede!

Luke 8:5: “A sower went out to sow his seed: and as he sowed, some fell by the way side; and it was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it. And some fell upon a rock; and as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it lacked moisture. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it. And other fell on good ground, and sprang up, and bare fruit an hundredfold.” And when He had said these things, He cried, “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.”

And His disciples asked him, saying, “What might this parable be?”

And He said, “Unto you it is given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God: but to others in parables; that seeing they might not see, and hearing they might not understand. Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. Those by the way side are they that hear; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved. They on the rock are they, which, when they hear, receive the word with joy; and these have no root, which for a while believe, and in time of temptation fall away. And that which fell among thorns are they, which, when they have heard, go forth, and are choked with cares and riches and pleasures of this life, and bring no fruit to perfection. But that on the good ground are they, which in an honest and good heart, having heard the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit with patience. No man, when he hath lighted a candle, covereth it with a vessel, or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it on a candlestick, that they which enter in may see the light. For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad. Take heed therefore how ye hear: for whosoever hath, to him shall be given; and whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he seemeth to have.”

Mother’s Day Roses

My dad told my mom to pick out something that she liked for Mothers Day last week. Here is one of the things she picked out:

Aren’t they beautiful? 😍 I love the white on the petals; it compliments the red so well. It reminds me of a candy cane.

I think this one is my favorite shot. 🙂

I’ve never seen roses like these before. And these aren’t just roses – it’s a miniature rose bush! So hopefully we can enjoy these beautiful flowers for years to come. 🙂

I had so much fun taking photos of them, as you can see. 😄 They are so pretty, I couldn’t help but get some shots of them!

Island of Peace

Island of Peace

I’m traveling on the open sea
In this rickety boat,
Hoping to stay afloat,
Wondering if it’s the end of me.

This life is this vast ocean,
Wearing us down,
Tearing us down –
Trying to drown us in sin.

I have heard of a refuge of calm.
I really want to get there,
But cannot find it anywhere –
No land to be seen, not even a palm.

Jesus is the Island of Peace.
I did not have to look,
I just had to open a Book –
Oh, will His wonders ever cease?

Once I had read it carefully,
It was quite clear,
He was always here –
Waiting patiently on the shore for me!

There are times I may drift away;
Because of a storm of sin.
But He welcomes me again –
And in His loving arms, I shall stay.

**Special thanks to Denny (his blog is here) for unintentionally inspiring this with the comment I linked to. 😊