Sunday, August 31, 2014

Gathering the Moments~August

If the first and lowest operation of pain shatters the illusion that all is well, the second shatters the illusion that what we have, whether good or bad in itself, is our own and enough for us. Everyone has noticed how hard it is to turn our thoughts to God when everything is going well with us. We ‘have all we want’ is a terrible saying when ‘all’ does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St Augustine says somewhere, ‘God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full—there’s nowhere for Him to put it.’ Or as a friend of mine said, ‘We regard God as an airman regards his parachute; it’s there for emergencies but he hopes he’ll never have to use it.’ Now God, who has made us, knows what we are and that our happiness lies in Him. Yet we will not seek it in Him as long as he leaves us any other resort where it can even plausibly be looked for. While what we call ‘our own life’ remains agreeable we will not surrender it to Him. What then can God do in our interests but make ‘our own life’ less agreeable to us, and take away the plausible source of false happiness?
~C.S. Lewis
The Problem of Pain 


~a beautiful prayer and free graphic~



~Gathering the Moments August Collage~

You can find more Gathering the Moments at Thinking About Home.

August was so quiet that I had time to think and think and think—always dangerous. You probably have anticipated the results of all that thinking. I hope so; I didn't lay down all those crumbs for nothing.☺



As it turns out, I will not be seeing you in September and so I humbly suggest that Note Card Party buttons be removed from sidebars. I offer the party to anyone who has participated in the past and might be interested. As good alternatives, I highly recommend Judith's Mosaic Monday, Donna's Photo Challenge, and Cheryl's Gathering the Moments

Not a fan of a long goodbye so will say instead, many blessings to you. Have a beautiful September! (If all goes well, I'll be back sharing Gathering the Moments~September.)


post signature
 
Sunday comments are always closed

Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Few Pictures or Ten






A small nod to autumn...


 ~not framed~



 ~framed~


I've had the vintage housewife graphic for so long that I forgot where it came from; otherwise, I'd give credit. I've always liked her pantry! Anyway, I've obviously edited it using my Distressed app and added the little poem of a few days ago. If it's of interest to anyone, feel free to snag. 








The spider lilies↑ did the best this year. They seem impervious to Japanese Beetles.






Those trees are really leaning, but as John tells me, "They're not ours." Right. But they will fall, if they ever do, on what is.

~soaring~


You can probably guess what is soaring. This reminds me of the time my daughter was patiently explaining to my grands how to tell the difference between eagles and turkey vultures. "Eagles have some white underneath," she said. Just then a seagull went flying past and my grandson said, "Oh look! There goes one now!"

A happy holiday weekend to my countrymen and to my cousins to the North.


post signature

Friday, August 29, 2014

At The Lake

There's always a lot going on behind the scenes with any blogger that we can not know about — sometimes troubling things; probably even good things. One of my blogging buddies said that she'd pray for me if I needed it and I thanked her by saying that there is always a need for prayer. ☺

So I'm still experimenting. Yesterday, I experimented by not commenting anywhere (oh, all right, three know better) and I didn't make it to all my favorites. I waited up for Linda to post. Her darling was having some cardiac tests yesterday and I was concerned. This is how it gets for us in Blogdom — whether we think of each other as IRL or URL friends — we do become connected.

I have more to say on the topic, but you'll learn the rest of the story on Sunday.

Today, I have some photos I've been waiting to share of the grands' vacation at the lake. I am told that they had a fabulous time and were allowed some wonderful freedoms like bike riding over the paths without adult supervision — no cars after all. The youngest was heard to say, "This is the best day of my life!"

 ~skipping rocks~

 ~in charge of fly swatting?~

 ~pumping water is an important chore~

~rainbow over Hills Head~

~sunset at the lake~

(All photos were taken by my daughter-in-law.)

I smile to see them there. My mother planned ahead for these moments that she does not get to see. Sigh.


Yes, I made a silly little graphic for closing comments. I have learned that not everyone reads to the end and several have become confused by  comments being closed. This should remedy that. 

Today, I hope to visit you!


post signature

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Chatted Out

Hmm ~ an experiment of blogging without comments ...are you doing a thesis on (being) anti-social? lol ~Willow

Willow's comment made me laugh. Closing comments is often perceived as being unfriendly.

It was not meant to be. My hope was to drift to a place of having a few days of comments being open and a few days of being closed. That way, I hoped that I might not feel obligated to comment so often. It would only be fair. 


You may remember seeing this. It's a little graphic I created, and offered to anyone else who wanted it, as a way of saying that what I do here, I do without constraints. After a while, I thought it was kind of obnoxious so took it down. Lately, I've been ready to slap it back up as a reminder to myself that I am not on anyone's payroll and answer only to The Lord, John, and myself.

Though I am a chatterbox in Blogdom, in real life, I am quiet and reserved. Very. Those who comment all the time are, by Blogdom's definition, stalkers. You'll have to trust me on this because I'm not providing the proof, though I did once upon a year. And that's what I feel like sometimes — a stalker. It's as if I am poking my nose in or sticking my oar into other gals' business.

John says that he can't understand why I would ever want to close comments because that's really what this place is all about — comments and sharing. It certainly is true that the comments left here are the best part of blogging. I love them. It's just that I, myself, am feeling "chatted out." Does any of this make sense?

What to do...what to do... Probably the best thing to do is take a break. This is where it gets tricky because I am "cured" of blogging after just a few days. A few days without blogging and all desire to blog is gone.

 
Enough of all that. If my head is tired, how's yours? ☺

I warmly welcome your comments today. I still remember the advice Dawn gave me the last time I was this conflicted: Do what makes you feel lovely


post signature

DB