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. 🙂

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. 😊

Looking Up Into The Sky

Even though I am too late to participate in the photo challenge, I still want to share these shots with you all. 🙂 I love getting sky shots:

I took this at my grandma’s this spring.

Then I took a stroll around my grandma’s small lake and captured this. I love those puffy clouds.

This was taken in our driveway. The sun hid behind this cloud, lighting it up! So pretty.

While walking in our driveway at a different time, I looked up and saw this beautiful sight. I call this image, “Cloudy with a Chance of Airplane Trails.” 😄

 

And here are a few images that have been posted before that would have fit in with the challenge:

If this looks familiar, you may remember this one from the previous post, Mission Completed. This is a view from the back of our property toward the property behind us who, sadly, cleared out the majority of their trees. I love how the sun lit up that one cloud like that, right before a thunderstorm hit. 🙂

grandmas-road-in-summer

This was taken when I was visiting my grandma last summer. 🙂 You may remember the image from Feel No Shame, but this is the original, unedited version.

You might remember this one from Special Remedy. This one was taken this year. This is actually the road I live on, but you won’t get any personal info from this shot. 😉 (And yes, that is a gravel road. 😄 )

White As Snow Again – A Short Story

Dogwood bloom

Once upon a time, I gave up my rags of the world and in exchange, I was given a white robe. This robe was the most beautiful snow white. For a while, all was well.

But then I stained it.

Brown splotches where I allowed life to drag me through the mud, and stains that I dribbled on it from when I partook of things I shouldn’t have.

The robe was a wreck.

I felt so ashamed to approach the One who gave it to me. It was perfect when He gave it to me and now it was as dirty and torn as the rags I gave up before.

I thought it was beyond repair, beyond cleansing, beyond any help.

So I wallowed in despair, which was as dark as pitch, instead of going to He Who would assist me, and the robe turned into a coal-black color.

But then I remembered: it’s not about me and what I can do. He has something I don’t.

The ultimate Bleach.

It is Blood from the Lamb Who was slain.

I fell before Him and confessed all that was on my heart as I gave the robe back to Him and He washed it clean with His blood.

I was not worthy after all I had done, but it wasn’t about my worth; it was about His! He saw how pitiful I was and how sorry I was, and when I finally asked, He immediately forgave me, washed me clean, and welcomed me home like a prodigal child.

It became as white as snow again.

And now I go to Him as soon as I realize I have stained it, so that He may use His Bleach to get the stain out, and it was as if it were never there. I wrote down a prayer of thanks…

Cat footprints in snow

I prayed to be found in You,

I was so lost inside!
To You I would confide,

All that was in my mind true,

And all that was on my heart,
Before it tore me apart!

I spilled my innermost thoughts…

How could I even approach You
When I was clearly not worthy to?

I was ashamed and distraught;

My spirit was torn,
Heavily faded and worn,

Stained with pitch,

Covered in wretched sin;
But You took me in.

And with Your stitch,

The scars were sealed,
And I knew that I’d be healed.

I was left in amazement,

You bleached my gown
White as goose’s down!

I wondered where the stain went.

It was once again unblemished;
It was as if it were never tarnished!

I declared with audacity now,

“I trust in You, my Lord;
I trust Your Holy Word!”

I shall therefore vow,

No more hesitating,
No more waiting;

No longer will I waver –

Because of the Son Who was sent;
There’s no more embarrassment,

First, I’ll run to my Savior!


Pure Snow

One day, we will have these robes and they will never stain again. One day, we will not have our spirits crushed anymore. One day, we will be with the Perfect One, and we will not have to worry or feel ashamed anymore, because we will be with Him. And He will wipe our tears away…

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried with a loud voice, saying, “Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.”
And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God, saying, “Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.”
And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, “What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?”
And I said unto him, “Sir, thou knowest.”
And he said to me, “These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” (Revelation 7:9-17)

“Come now, an let us reason together,” saith the Lord: “though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)