Salamander Surprise

When walking out to the garden, my mom almost stepped on this fellow:

Her reaction at first was, “SNAAAAAAAAKE,” but that was quickly followed by, “Oh never mind, it has legs.” 😂 She was quite relieved.

He was kind enough to let me get 20+ photos of him. Poor thing seemed to have lost its tail though. He seemed fine besides that. He was much faster than I expected. When he finally left, it was so fast that if I had blinked I would have missed it.

I’m glad that God brought him across my mom’s path so these photos could be taken! 🙂

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My Champion (a reblog)

I’m reblogging this poem I posted last November in response to the Daily Post’s prompt, “Champion.” 🙂

Following Him Beside Still Waters

My Champion

I was once a damsel, distressed;
Sin condemned me to die,
Until my sins were confessed,
It had its hold on me; I cried.

The Knight loved me enough to save;
It was because of His amazing grace,
That I was spared from the grave;
And that He came and died in my place.

He wore no armor, had no blade,
He knew that He must do this to win;
And there for three days he stayed,
And in one blow, defeated Death and Sin.

My Champion suffered the Cross for my sake,
He did all of this and more for love;
So that I could have a clean slate,
And can live with Him in Heaven above.

Image source: Pixabay

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Something More?

This is week twelve of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to participate, just click the link! 😉

Image Credit: Samantha Scholl

I fall asleep and find myself in a green field.
Sapphire sky above, horses walking around,
But could there be something concealed?
Is there something more to be found?

Among a herd of horses, I seek
One who has a single horn;
I know, my chances are bleak,
But I dream of finding a unicorn!

I’d saddle him and ride,
Laughing, giddy all the way.
Sure, go ahead, deride,
While we ride off to play!

Then I’ll awaken from that fantasy,
Wishing curtains didn’t close the scene,
Wanting the magic to follow me,
But it can’t cross the border between –

Dream and reality…

CYW – Granny Smith Apple: Still On The Tree

Granny Smith Apple, still on the tree,

I daydream of the pie it’ll make.

The filling will be sweet and juicy,

When I put it in the oven to bake!

Because He Hath Heard

I’m trying to imagine – the Lord of the universe and Creator of all things has heard me. Me. Little ol’ me. Wow! I can barely comprehend this. 💕 But I am eternally grateful. 💗

Love One Another

When I turn on the TV or radio, I see so much violence in the world. It is overwhelming and devastating, how much hate there is. People gossiping about people, backstabbing people, using their tongues as weapons. (Paul specifically spoke about this in Ephesians 4:29) In addition, there are so many people hurting one another – physically and mentally – and killing one another. It makes me so sad and sick to see it.

How many times have we been told to love one another? I know it was a lot. Here are a few:

John 15:12: This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.

First John  3:23: And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.

First John 4:7: Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.

First John 4:11: Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

The hate needs to stop!!!

Let us keep in mind these verses and the poem; love one another! ♥

What The Butterfly Taught Me (a reblog)

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt, successful, I’m reblogging this post from my archives. 😊

Following Him Beside Still Waters

A while back, I was having a really rough day and I decided to take a walk to relieve stress.

When I walked past my mom’s strawberry plants, I saw a beautiful black and blue butterfly – or at least, it once was. The bottom of both wings had been shredded. At first I felt really sorry for it, but then it crawled next to a strawberry bloom, drank some nectar, flew to some honeysuckle blooms, drank more nectar, and then flew away.

I was astounded.

Everyone has obstacles in their lives. That little butterfly could have said, “I can’t fly, look at my wings!” and laid there in self-pity; but instead, it stood up, stretched out its wings, and tried – and was successful.

Suddenly, the obstacles that were stressing me didn’t seem so bad anymore. If that butterfly can muster up the courage to get up and fly…

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