tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80271943235949795462024-03-05T05:31:07.971-08:00my favourite thingsthefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-51887234606454441292022-02-21T01:48:00.001-08:002022-02-21T07:30:59.285-08:00my favourite things/ O downhearted wherever you may be<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWdfuB8jGCyeYN_lPR4eI3qKTCJe9I5A8o8fwgPG57b1STIF1hpGFcUxv89VyPwqSgXAC6t80RbXpsjOvt9lgljiIm-E2UqJnzmL91E-IvY-TOJTttuqnEFHPIRKM6-UHi3eI7HOp52o-8kvPBcumwBbetcUfsZak03LNtvWnPoUfjqtH56xvFzVEz=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWdfuB8jGCyeYN_lPR4eI3qKTCJe9I5A8o8fwgPG57b1STIF1hpGFcUxv89VyPwqSgXAC6t80RbXpsjOvt9lgljiIm-E2UqJnzmL91E-IvY-TOJTttuqnEFHPIRKM6-UHi3eI7HOp52o-8kvPBcumwBbetcUfsZak03LNtvWnPoUfjqtH56xvFzVEz=w682-h512" width="682" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /> <br />I see you</p><p>I have not forgotten thee<br />I have remembered your children</p><p>I have seen the oppressor<br />and I will come<br />I will deliver you<br />restore<br />and bless<br />you<br /><br />you are graven on the palms of my hand</p><p>my people<br /><br />continually<br />before<br />my eyes<br /><br />the oppressor will oppress no longer<br /><br />I will set up my standard to the people<br />they shall bring thy sons in their arms<br />and thy daughters shall be carried upon their shoulders<br /><br />And I will save thy children<br />I the Lord am thy Saviour<br />and thy Redeemer...<br /><br />O down hearted wherever you may be<br />I will not forget thee<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br />------------------------------<br />Isaiah 49 tonight was such a healing~ thinking of all those who came to Ottawa to seek justice~ God has seen and He will make a way through this desert of lawlessness for you and all the children.<br />Faithful is He who has called us and He who will do this good thing for us.<br />We will bless His Holy Name <br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /> </p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-51759150179162267322021-12-22T21:33:00.000-08:002021-12-22T21:33:17.443-08:00<p>Today was an everything "apple day"</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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They worked hard but did so well. We juiced apples and we made pies and apple crumbles. What was left we put in jars and canned (14 quarts).</span><p></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">They took home pie and juice, applesauce, cobbler and fresh gingerbread cookies. It was a good day. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tonight, again at my late night animal check I did my little dance down the driveway, now that I have a new (year old) knee that lets me be young again. I pulled off my head lamp and popped off my hoody so I could see the night sky and had to laugh at the thought that there was our Master "Nightsky" Painter doing it again. God must have smiled at all the fun we had today because there He was dotting the sky with rows of cookies just like ours, It looked like gingerbreads and shortbreads on cookie sheets in the South sky, perfect rows of them, perfect cookie shaped dotted clouds, bright and beautiful. To the North, the Big Dipper pouring its blessing over Shoshi's home as they all lay sleeping in the calm, after the storm, nighttime. The world may be in turmoil, but for this night we have peace and health and so much love on this farm. For that I am grateful; my heart prays for the many elsewhere that struggle tonight, that God might wrap them in His peace and grace and bring them safely through.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Blessings my beloved friends and family around the world. I will not forget you. I hold you. And more... God holds you.
My favourite things
*22 December 2020
</div>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-24499024607040821572021-04-13T08:35:00.001-07:002021-04-13T08:35:48.571-07:00bamboozled by the goats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqwMKSUnigkA_GpuBbJvL5Hzgfw6J9w-r9e6UVo47flHfSi-DEA7uulRCO5Jvn9tz8sepaAGEV29RStEOy8-q89SE4YmU8DeGh5PPbRLowNTPMzIb6_LA8wo5cQ0XmbvSOZEHGE7E0oU/s1600/P3301747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqwMKSUnigkA_GpuBbJvL5Hzgfw6J9w-r9e6UVo47flHfSi-DEA7uulRCO5Jvn9tz8sepaAGEV29RStEOy8-q89SE4YmU8DeGh5PPbRLowNTPMzIb6_LA8wo5cQ0XmbvSOZEHGE7E0oU/w464-h618/P3301747.JPG" width="464" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>bamboozled<br />boozled<br /><br />by the goats<br /><br />I told Eduardo<br />drive safely <br />as he headed off to teach 35 km away in the city<br /><br />He shouted back up the stairs<br />don't be bamboozled by the goats<br /><br />so I googled it<br /><br />bamboozled:<br />to deceive by underhanded methods<br />dupe<br />hoodwink<br />to throw off thoroughly<br />or completely<br /><br />boozled:<br />to be in extreme shock or surprise<br /><br />It is true<br />Ntomi<br />bamboozled me<br />I was totally boozled<br /><br />I stood at their door <br />grain bucket in hand for Chamela<br /><br />she is older<br />I called her<br />but she was slow<br />she didn't want to be <br />bamboozled either so she just stood there <br /><br />in flew Ntomi<br />mature and aiming for the status<br />of Queen goat<br />She ran right into me<br />through me<br />over me<br />caught me off guard<br />innocently holding a grain bucket at their door to freedom and twelve more filled grain buckets<br /><br />I grabbed her with my free hand<br />held on as I was knocked backwards<br />I wouldn't let go<br />but in this "I want to be Queen world"<br />she pushed harder <br />down I went<br /><br />I still wouldn't let go<br /><br />by now nineteen other goats decided that this door to freedom was theirs also<br /><br />I was still holding on<br /><br />after being slaughtered at the gate/door<br />nineteen heavy sharp footed beasts<br />having run over my splayed body<br />(I am still holding on to Ntomi)<br />I got up<br /><br />chased them all back in </p><p>no small feat<br /><br />I held my thumping breast <br />which hurt dramatically<br />my first thought<br />a heart attack<br />as I stood there <br />dusty <br />but strong<br />clutching <br />my chest<br /><br />no<br />just ribs<br />I am sure two broken</p><p>it has been a full week<br />and I can breath bigger<br />a little<br />I can laugh more<br />sort of<br />and as I smile <br />I believe I will live<br />after being bamboozled<br />by my goats<br /><br />so here I am<br />a gloriously sunshiny day<br />off to hopefully not<br />be bamboozled<br />by my goats <br />again <br /><br />a new day<br /><br />no bamboozling<br />said Eduardo<br />I smile<br /><br />my favourite things</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwKq3QIjGU7O7o5QXFq4uisc7Jxqfe0YaHON-PKQn4uwetfMGPi2fKEScGP7_cBsZgcB3dGicR3FC4Qy9mjFEgorSZyhyphenhyphenpXruHyWcfvgNlJQ9IyrhCPT4xj-N3v5IGhwOwSwpajJGMUc/s2048/IMG_5790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1316" data-original-width="2048" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwKq3QIjGU7O7o5QXFq4uisc7Jxqfe0YaHON-PKQn4uwetfMGPi2fKEScGP7_cBsZgcB3dGicR3FC4Qy9mjFEgorSZyhyphenhyphenpXruHyWcfvgNlJQ9IyrhCPT4xj-N3v5IGhwOwSwpajJGMUc/w703-h453/IMG_5790.JPG" width="703" /></a></div> <br /> our Sihle ... just kidding around <br /> our favourite things<br /> <br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-71937009658001033102021-04-13T01:40:00.003-07:002021-04-13T02:00:22.258-07:00I just wonder<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33EIsXM7ICN8k_RafOtXLVoE24ICiB1M0MZOYNIZABtLjRpTWL202BotBa-MZN6I19ClmB8qGnmrilc0nAhyphenhyphens3yvDKFMAoBWKfkZIxZpoTm6do9A7YnXSJl8UN6AhriHjvO-HwH3z87c/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="1290" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33EIsXM7ICN8k_RafOtXLVoE24ICiB1M0MZOYNIZABtLjRpTWL202BotBa-MZN6I19ClmB8qGnmrilc0nAhyphenhyphens3yvDKFMAoBWKfkZIxZpoTm6do9A7YnXSJl8UN6AhriHjvO-HwH3z87c/w644-h454/image.png" width="644" /></a><br /><br /></div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">~ I do wonder how much time we have left on this earth. I do not worry about it, I just wonder.<br /><br />these are the words<br />of my dear Dawn<br />a friend I have never seen<br />or met in person<br /><br />but I know she is there<br /><br />funny thing this thing called belief<br /><br />I believe she is there<br />but I cannot see her<br /><br />I have seen photos<br />I have followed her blog<br />we have shared on Facebook<br />we have emailed each other<br />we have sent cards and gifts in the mail to each other<br />even her husband is my friend<br />I have messaged their son Harry<br />and their daughter Joyce<br />I have prayed for each of them when they were down<br />or sick<br />I have laughed with them when they have dog parties<br />and I am amazed how that on their part of the world they live on a street<br />much like the one I have walked down on my side of the world<br />we have had wind and snow on the same days<br />we do crafts and ride bicycles<br />our husbands are servants in church<br />here and there<br />I have wept when their pastor friend passed of covid<br />and when Dawn lost her mother and then her sister<br />I wept and prayed<br />I was shaken when their daughter came down with covid<br />then Russ<br />and Dawn<br />I was more shaken when Joyce healed<br />but they didn't<br /><br />and then they did<br />Joyce tending to their needs<br />I was shaken again<br />to hear Dawn was only skin on bone<br />that covid had wrought damage<br />to her digestive system</span><p></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">shaken to prayer<br />shaken to believe<br />shaken to remember my love for these people I have never seen<br />but that I keep dear in my heart<br /><br />we are all praying now<br />so many holding them up to the throne of Grace<br />sweet Jesus<br />where mercy is and help in time of need<br /><br />Today a good report came<br />Russ shared:<br /></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e4e6eb; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">She has seemed to be much better today.
</span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br />yesterday she wrote me<br /></span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">I do wonder how much time we have left on this earth. I do not worry about it, I just wonder.<br /></span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br />I know she is here<br /><br />just as I know God is here<br /><br />I am blessed to have seen God <br />been in His presence<br /><br />twice I spoke so plainly with Him<br />Face to face<br /><br />when one is dying we see Him plainly<br />our vision is on the heavenly<br />I was twelve and dying<br />He came for me<br />The Host of Heaven all bright<br />The Father brighter<br />He said I could come<br />or stay<br />I saw my dad's eyes full of fear and pain<br />to lose his daughter<br /><br />and I said to God<br />I will stay<br />HE smiled and the Host and the Brightness faded<br />But I saw them come and go<br />and I knew<br />they were still there<br />and that dying was not sad but joyous for the one leaving<br /><br />staying was for my dad and it did not make me sad to stay for him<br /><br />all that glory and the rapturous joy <br />would wait<br /><br />I know Dawn will find this same joy <br />on the day she leaves this world behind<br />but I feel Russ is like my dad<br />and he needs her presence here still<br />we all do<br />She is light and brightness to so many<br /><br />after God said I could go<br />or stay<br />I fell back to sleep<br />and my fever left me<br /><br />I woke refreshed<br />my people rejoiced<br />my dad smiled big<br /><br />some have never seen God yet believe<br />God says 'more' blessed are they who have 'not' seen Him<br />yet believe<br /><br />fear not <br />Jesus said<br />I have overcome the world<br /><br />Dawn is somewhat better today<br />I pray for tomorrow<br />and the next tomorrow <br />and the next and on and on<br />until Dawn knows it is okay<br /><br />because there are all sorts of her family<br />and friends<br />and us<br />who still need the light that she is to us<br />Russ needs her<br /><br />Father dear Abba Father<br />you breathe life into all of us<br />thank you for healing and life<br />that you breathe anew each day<br />in our friend Dawn<br /><br />we truly thank You<br />You our Creator God<br />our Redeemer God<br />ever with us<br /><br /></span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">I wonder at Your Wonder<br /><br />my favourite things</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-15609208143351751302021-04-08T08:53:00.000-07:002021-04-08T08:53:11.594-07:00Our world keeps changing but He doesn't<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG458_U5vpgj-qFtRmCy_n6iqwI8qXSgsl2kgXi9fQ58TV7MAMmo4RBoaIOD48aqZSx4c8WQUsWm5KCknqlO4AFOx7-MHkaBib6NsVS0Y8b6Bvy9CxO4D1FqDpkvWQgTihflabyqI0eLY/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG458_U5vpgj-qFtRmCy_n6iqwI8qXSgsl2kgXi9fQ58TV7MAMmo4RBoaIOD48aqZSx4c8WQUsWm5KCknqlO4AFOx7-MHkaBib6NsVS0Y8b6Bvy9CxO4D1FqDpkvWQgTihflabyqI0eLY/w445-h593/IMG_0345.JPG" width="445" /></a><br /><br /><br />our world keeps changing<br />one day all is well<br />we wake and all resembles <br />the things we always love<br /><br />the sun coming through soft on my beloved's face<br />as we wake to the early dawn<br />the breeze wooing softly through the poplars<br />all seasons with their own song of praise<br />branches raised, leaves flitting<br />or falling or<br />snow covered and muted<br />the birds varied through the seasons<br />singing along<br />the Winter chickadees<br />their Spring song<br />the song of geese returning<br />the trill of the robins<br />the owl's night call<br />the ravens at play<br />through the day<br />the junco's twitting<br />the songs we love<br />children's <br />laughter<br /><br />each day</p><p>but then something changes<br />to some<br />the one you wake up to is no longer at your side<br />their children weep<br />the little birds in your cage<br />take their last flight<br />and the years or days of their song<br />is played over and over in your mind<br />and though your heart remembers<br />your heart also aches to hold and see<br />and touch... to hear afresh the day's 'new' song<br />to smell the familiarity<br />that melts away<br />like the Spring snow<br /><br />cat Kali<br />knows<br />she sits stretched out on my legs<br />taking in my sweet 'love you Kali' words<br />then she is up and walks over to the cage<br />she also misses<br />the familiarity<br />that breathed into all our days<br />its sweetness<br /><br />now silence<br /><br />the sun is filtering through the poplars<br />casting dancing shadows on the logs<br />the van is stuck in the Spring mud<br />the goat kids are calling<br />the rooster crows<br />my little quail is waiting for my hike down the hill<br />to start my day<br />so he can call out <br />hello and set my heart to dancing...<br /><br />I need to remember to breathe <br /><br />sometimes it hurts to breathe<br />but the geese are still singing their Spring song<br />coming home to raise families<br />they need my raised voice to theirs<br />welcoming them back<br />telling them to be safe <br />and have lots of kids.... with wings<br /> <br />praying we would all be strong enough <br />to take flight <br />each day<br />to find the miracles still left to us<br />to find the grace to heal<br />to let joy embrace us<br /><br />it is not bad this last flight stuff<br />if only we could see where they fly</p><p>and remember to believe that He still holds them<br />and us<br />that though our world keeps changing<br /><br />He still sees every bird that falls<br />He sees the father that left his family too early<br />He sees the young ones who can hardly cope<br />He says to them<br />just <br />b.r.e.a.t.h.e.<br /><br />and He breathes His life back into ours<br /><br />He gives us <br />hope <br />and faith<br />and love<br />enough to go on<br /><br />new and afresh each day<br /><br />when our world keeps changing<br /><br />He doesn't<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-80051776498433778442021-04-04T00:10:00.000-07:002021-04-04T00:10:44.543-07:00my favourite things/ eggs and a little girl<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIi7V7B-5DTwKzQuDDUFAn1jWtVbMnSNFOCJeJKTTtRjLFymsa78od45nAbRgpdeMlhFwSHh7a6hfaCDdnnbSQ7CbB7k21ywKol_ER-Kn3S4uI3lhxFPukDzbSsMW0thjI4-JGUTB7Hf0/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIi7V7B-5DTwKzQuDDUFAn1jWtVbMnSNFOCJeJKTTtRjLFymsa78od45nAbRgpdeMlhFwSHh7a6hfaCDdnnbSQ7CbB7k21ywKol_ER-Kn3S4uI3lhxFPukDzbSsMW0thjI4-JGUTB7Hf0/w627-h502/IMG_0103.JPG" width="627" /></a></div><br />eggs<br />and a little girl<br /><br />they go together <br />you know<br />like peas in a pod<br />ladybugs on a log<br />waffles<br />whipping cream<br />and maple syrup<br /><br />I have two little Bobbi's<br />from my egg girl<br /><br />they fill Bobbi's cage with song again<br />two parrotlets<br /><br />Blue and Gas<br /><br />my little egg girl<br />said my heart was too sad<br />after losing <br />Bobbi<br /><br />so we played with Bobbi eggs<br />and incubated them<br />candled them<br />hid them <p></p><p>and found them again<br />and listened to the new bird songs<br /><br />It was a real Easter<br />the eggs and birds were the treasures of new life<br /><br />like<br />Jesus<br /><br />a little girl<br />with a heart<br />filled with love</p><p>It is what Jesus gave<br /><br />eggs and a little girl<br />Jesus<br />new life<br /><br />my favourite things</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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/></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-59907396082800930112021-02-27T09:56:00.006-08:002021-02-27T13:49:43.724-08:00We are Broken and He holds us<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMe0G6S47EiNkK5SqWl0NgUk3iPzMsTZQcFZX6e1SRoDgp1hJ9rP7PwmWxpb2zR73B_G7gZDq_zJeIjOm5sjnIUO6fI_jU9KnstxQoYoeqP3mXog1Prcye1VG2WG7X-_qCZBlG6lu8enU/s1600/IMG_4839.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMe0G6S47EiNkK5SqWl0NgUk3iPzMsTZQcFZX6e1SRoDgp1hJ9rP7PwmWxpb2zR73B_G7gZDq_zJeIjOm5sjnIUO6fI_jU9KnstxQoYoeqP3mXog1Prcye1VG2WG7X-_qCZBlG6lu8enU/w601-h452/IMG_4839.JPG" width="601" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it was years ago<br />when they <br />would call in the night<br />and I would go to their bedside<br />and comfort them<br />I would be brave with them<br />and cry and laugh with them<br /><br />I would do it again<br />only I would stay longer</p><p>and sing longer<br /><br />and hold longer<br /><br />Now they are grown<br />with kids of their own<br />who call in the night <br />and in the day<br /><br />they hold them<br />they cry and laugh with them<br />they are brave with them<br /><br />sometimes I didn't know<br />what the deep fears were that would wake them<br />sometimes they would tell me <br />and I would try to help them paint <br />a different picture in their head<br />in their mind's eye<br />in their heart </p><p>to replace the fearful one</p><p>One day when they were young<br />a dog had ravaged our farm while <br />we were driving home from holidays.<br /><br />coming in to our farm we saw goats scattered and torn on the ground<br />the unhurt ones stuck their heads out of A-frames when they saw us and came out to be with us<br /><br />we were devastated <br /><br />my little four year old held my hand as we walked the hillside<br />the little one in my back pack looked over my shoulder<br /><br /><br />it was very quiet<br />and Shoshi said <br />as she looked up at me<br />Mommy<br />are you sad?<br /><br />how do you fix hurt in a little one's brokenness<br />how do you fix what their little heart holds<br /><br />Our beautiful Aunt Stella had left us that week<br />and found her Heaven home</p><p>my Shoshi had loved her<br />we had African violets scattered on all our windowsills<br />because of Aunt Stella<br />she was old and played the piano<br />she would walk slowly and carefully to the piano bench<br />and would take time to be seated<br />this amazing woman<br />who played church organ<br />and grew violets<br />and prayed for her son<br /><br />she would then sit tall<br />and her fingers would come alive and dance<br />she could dance along that piano for a full hour<br />she was all life<br /><br />so when she died<br />my kids were sad<br />and I knew we had to paint a new picture in their mind's eye<br /><br />In heaven she had a hillside pasture<br />in the radiant sunshine<br />and<br />she had her grand piano<br />and was no longer tired<br />and weak<br /><br />her whole being danced with that grand piano<br />and the flowers bloomed on that lush green hillside with her<br /><br />Shoshanna wanted to paint another picture<br />to change the goat sadness</p><p>so we put all our baby goats<br />six of them<br />and one mama<br />we put them all on that hillside with dear Aunt Stella<br />while she played<br />they ran and jumped<br />some up on that heavenly piano<br />she was laughing and playing<br />and there was just so much joy<br /><br />now every time we remember that day<br />and the sadness<br />we have a new painting in our mind's eye <br />and we can smile <br />and see the beauty<br />and laugh joyously together <br /><br />we know that one day<br />we will be there too<br />then all the sadness will be gone<br /><br />I would like to go back <br />and hold them longer<br />sit with them and just listen longer<br />and really hear what their little hearts <br />are saying</p><p>I want them to know <br />they are everything to me<br />that I will always be there for them<br /><br />now they are grown<br />with kids of their own<br /><br />I get to hold them<br />these new little ones<br /><br />they don't always want to be held<br />but in my heart I hold them tight<br /><br />I must also release them to the Lord<br />as I did mine<br />because I know some things hurt too much to even tell mommy<br /><br />and I know He holds them<br /><br />He will sing to them<br />and laugh and weep with them<br />and heal them<br /><br />we are all broken somehow<br />and He holds us<br /><br />that is the picture I will paint with my little ones<br />in our mind's eye<br />in our heart<br /><br />we were broken <br />but now<br />we are all together running in the green meadows<br />all laughing together<br />the flowers are beautiful and the music is sweet<br /><br />and He holds us<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br /></p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-68436879139541722132021-01-07T14:51:00.002-08:002021-01-07T23:32:35.212-08:00all the stars in the sky<p>the stars<br />are my friends<br /><br />on dark sky nights<br />they brighten the snow for me<br />while the moon overhead<br />shines with them<br /><br />I need only lift my eyes<br />to see the story they will tell<br />--------------------</p><p>in the daytime<br />I lift my eyes to the hills<br />I catch the sun playing upon the poplars and birch<br />scattered over pine and spruce<br />little dancing sunbeams<br />awakening something within me<br />attuned to joy<br />making my steps light<br />as baa and neigh sounds<br />call me to hurry up<br />and drop some hay<br /><br />at night <br />I leave the warmth of <br />our home...<br />Eduardo... <br />games of round rummy...<br />and Kali cat<br />who prefers the curling up on a lap<br />and soft caresses <br /><br />I head out<br />and before I can close the door<br />I catch the song of my quail<br />my little feathered <br />watchdog <br />of the night<br />always singing to me<br /><br />the night air quickens me<br />this coldness some nights bring <br />that can make my eyelashes stick together<br /><br />I listen for Mr Owl's <br />who whoos <br />from the lone cottonwood far across the field<br />we are parrots<br />the two of us <br />and we play <br />our game<br />often<br /><br />now watching where to put my old weathered feet<br />the 65 years of walking and cajoling <br />they have done<br />I head down our steep hill <br />taking deep breaths <br />energy bursting in and out <br />and I always giggle at the <br />amazingness of it<br /><br />I love the snow's soft cushioning <br />and sometimes it's ice<br />do I squish <br />or slide?</p><p>checking Shoshi's firebox<br />I leave smelling like <br />a Christmas fir tree<br />and it makes<br />my nose happy <br /><br />I drop hay <br />to all the critters <br />their complaining changing to sighs <br />and soft munchings</p><p>I close my eyes <br />and sit on my ageless old ladder<br />sighing big<br />for all this fineness<br />for all the healing <br />this day has been <br /><br />Willow dog <br />sits at my side<br />I notice she sighs too<br /> <br />Emmanuel<br />God with us<br /><br />us restored</p><p>walking home<br />is easier<br />milk bucket in hand<br />work done<br />snow scooped<br />manure moved<br />water given<br />animals content<br /><br />I put down my bucket<br /><br />do my swirl around...<br /><br />this 65 year old weathered dance of ours<br /><br />the Night and Day Maker<br />and me<br /><span face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;"><br />This One who lightens the heart of everyone <br />Our </span><span class="boldtext" face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;">Redeemer <br /></span><span face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;">He who formed us from the womb: <br />He says <br />"I am Yahweh, <br /></span><span face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;">who makes all things; <br /></span><span face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;">who alone stretches out the heavens; <br />who spreads out the earth by Myself."<br /></span><br />looking up my heart is light as I find all my familiar star friends<br />the Big Dipper spilling out as usual all its fullness upon Shoshi's home<br />her and the kidlets asleep<br />I follow to the North Star<br />then the Little Dipper <br />my eyes find the group clustered like the moles on my arm<br />small and squished together<br />I don't know all their real names<br />the ones God gave when He alone<br />placed them where they are<br />but I know God knows <br /><br />He shows me<br />my favourite three<br /><br />the ones spread in a line<br />like three kings <br />and this night they are just above <br />our home</p><p>asking if the King is in</p><p>will He find room<br />In this Inn <br /><br />my soul sings out to Him <br />this One who quickens us <br />that we might be one with Him <br />and the Father <br /><br />I know He prays for us<br />that we might also be one<br />with each other<br /><br />His children<br />as many as <br /><br />A.L.L. T.H.E. S.T.A.R.S. I.N. T.H.E. S.K.Y.<br /><br />my favourite things</p><p><br />-----------------------------<br />bible verse from Isaiah 44:24<br /><br /><br /><span face="Trebuchet, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-size: 16.8px; text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> <br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-82435242113925848172021-01-06T09:24:00.000-08:002021-01-06T09:24:33.766-08:00sunsets and sunrises<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu9OshnneVr9cHQFG8PSXYWFedx7EEqDv32zCY3rZAnrP6IxOfd_Q2Tns5pt7QqOGFdcIV7zJ1SNEV8vydMIqVfZowArj40_iePI7892FLZCtObfEITutiPinDeH6rAOwSotVmMmVBpY/s960/jaimee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="960" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu9OshnneVr9cHQFG8PSXYWFedx7EEqDv32zCY3rZAnrP6IxOfd_Q2Tns5pt7QqOGFdcIV7zJ1SNEV8vydMIqVfZowArj40_iePI7892FLZCtObfEITutiPinDeH6rAOwSotVmMmVBpY/w640-h354/jaimee.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> Photo by Jaimee Fletcher<br /><p><br />everyone is watching sunsets<br />and sunrises</p><p>the photos are glorious<br />all pink and softness<br />wrapped around all our snowflakes<br />lying deep on the frozen earth<br />moments of brightness<br />that makes one<br />catch<br />their <br />breath<br /><br />it doesn't seem as if winter has been so long<br />and now the days are lengthening<br />we are not asleep <br />when the sun rises<br />and sets<br /><br />It is joyous <br />this sharing <br />that lightens our hearts<br />colours of warmth<br />that spark our spirits<br />and awakens us<br />each one to share with their neighbour<br />the beauty they caught <br />as they looked out a window<br />or took a walk<br />or were off on horseback<br /><br />It is joyous<br />this waking<br />from<br />winter's<br />slumber<br /><br />and then I remember<br />we still have three months</p><p>and that can stretch to six<br />before snow melts <br />and green grass<br />meets our smiles<br />and gives us <br />as much joy as <br />sunrises<br />and <br />sunsets<br /><br />and God will wrap that around our hearts<br />and everyone will post pictures<br />of new calves <br />and baby goats<br />crocuses <br />and kids <br />running barefoot<br /><br />and we will laugh together<br />this sharing of <br />hearts<br />too full <br />with the beauty</p><p>it will spill from<br />one heart to <br />another <br /><br />from God's<br />heart </p><p>to ours<br /><br />we will call it Spring</p><p>my favourite things<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqcjSVJtIC5RtASbbyp6fLfWRwA4xkRPpXTRFjt0CbWadSxa76im7gqrSbTSrCCySpX2RZxGP5ixJ-fM63CkiIE38jmCsf6nO-mQ0fPwZDtSye7spl9BY_aiXgJOnVCbrDVGUeP1c1gQ/s960/jessica+field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqcjSVJtIC5RtASbbyp6fLfWRwA4xkRPpXTRFjt0CbWadSxa76im7gqrSbTSrCCySpX2RZxGP5ixJ-fM63CkiIE38jmCsf6nO-mQ0fPwZDtSye7spl9BY_aiXgJOnVCbrDVGUeP1c1gQ/w480-h640/jessica+field.jpg" width="480" /></a></p><p> photo by Jessica Field </p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-65898010567933287422021-01-04T00:10:00.004-08:002021-01-04T19:34:04.795-08:00uncovered dreams<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByFt9w-uAPa4HVzJf0_SWBMf-PAvBmTGPebI0atoK4Qut_X9u8mMlDm32xkjCdNJVqtrg7HMOX_HHUG2V-ozXQ0wlGOZ81Sy4758HFywSX0NtMAt9k4BC1smVoDHB-_fVdv-Wo3mmOgA/s1600/1957-chevrolet-bel-air.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1021" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByFt9w-uAPa4HVzJf0_SWBMf-PAvBmTGPebI0atoK4Qut_X9u8mMlDm32xkjCdNJVqtrg7HMOX_HHUG2V-ozXQ0wlGOZ81Sy4758HFywSX0NtMAt9k4BC1smVoDHB-_fVdv-Wo3mmOgA/s320/1957-chevrolet-bel-air.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>we uncovered a dream today<br />for my granddaughter<br /><br />and at the same time <br />I shared how we had<br />uncovered my dream<br />a hard one<br /><br />every night in my new house<br />and in my next new house<br />I had a dream<br /><br />in it there was always a big furniture truck<br />with the tarps swinging from the back of it<br />it would careen down the driveway<br />chasing me<br />it would be able to fly<br />over the roof of our house<br />and always two very angry men <br />would get out and chase me<br />I would run but my legs would become rubber<br />and wouldn't hold me<br />and just as I would get to my door<br />and hold the doorknob <br />they would reach for me<br /><br />and I would wake<br />_______________________<br /><br />It was at ladies' tea<br />visiting with Gwen<br />we were in our 64th year<br />the each of us<br /><br />we were colouring and chatting<br />just reminiscing<br />when I remembered and laughed<br />______________________<br /><br /><p></p><p><br />I was six</p><p>we had a beautiful <br />Chevrolet 1957 Bel Air<br />with pointed tail lights<br />turquoise and white<br />I rode in it proud <br /><br />my mom would take us shopping<br />I would sit in the back with my brothers</p><p>but one day<br />it was just </p><p>me and mom<br />I was in the front seat<br /><br />she parked outside a store <br />on a steep city street<br />she said she would be just a moment<br />don't touch anything<br /><br />she pointed to the steering wheel with her eyes<br />I looked at it and nodded<br /><br />my mom was beautiful<br />she dressed French<br />with lines down the back of her dark stockings<br />and soft leather shoes<br />with a lovely hole in the toes<br />where her toes<br />would show through<br /><br />she was slender and had on her<br />tailored suit<br />her dark hair curled and held back like a crown<br />her bright red lipstick painted perfectly<br />her nails polished<br /><br />she was perfect<br /><br />I could see her in the store<br />with the large storefront window<br />between her and me<br /><br />I looked at the steering wheel<br />and pushed something<br /><br />the car rolled down past my mom as she looked at me from the window<br /><br />there was a furniture truck parked at the next store down<br />I saw two men holding a chesterfield<br />on the ramp of the truck<br /><br />they saw me coming<br />fast </p><p>the beautiful turquoise Chevrolet<br />went up the truck ramp<br />I don't remember what the men did<br />but I remember being <br />in the back of their truck<br />I saw their faces <br />and heard their shouting<br /><br />the cloth that hung from the back of the truck <br />stayed clear in my mind<br /><br />and I guess the screaming men<br />stayed clear in my mind too<br /><br />that is all I remembered<br />that and hearing my dad ask my mom<br />that evening when he came home from work<br /> <br />what was she thinking<br /><br />leaving me in the car alone<br /><br />he never gave me heck<br />I didn't get a spanking<br />but our beautiful turquoise car <br />never came home again<br />_______________<br /><br />and I had a dream every night<br />in each new home we moved to<br />the truck could still fly</p><p>my legs always turned to rubber<br />I was always afraid<br /><br />and now I laugh<br /><br />I remember how it must have been<br />them screaming to know if I was alright<br />this little skinny girl of six<br />pretty blonde hair<br />and frightened blue eyes<br />and no words<br />stuck in a car<br />in the back of their truck<br /><br />memories<br />and smiling now<br /><br />uncovered dreams<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-21767009987372490662021-01-03T01:29:00.001-08:002021-01-03T01:33:45.290-08:00my favourite things/a rainbow straight up<p>all day God painted the sky different</p><p>a pallet of black and white</p><p>then blue grey deep on the horizon</p><p>and then came the rain<br />the wind bowed the trees<br /><br />then all was still</p><p>playing round rummy with dad<br />I watched the 3:30 sun<br />lower itself on the horizon<br />and knew I must run to the other windows <br />to see the sunset's reflection<br /><br />rewarded I was<br />with this quickness of thought<br /><br />it has happened before<br />the surprise of God's palette<br />and today<br />January 2 <br />hosted <br />a pure delight</p><p>a rainbow<br />triple thickness<br />shot straight up<br /><br />the storm<br />gone ahead<br />leaving us with the light<br />and the promise<br />it is well</p><p>I had to call Shoshi<br />to look<br />even if her trees were in the way<br />the promise<br />was <br />still<br />there</p><p>God's promises<br />faithful and true<br /><br />my favourite things</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-12603229196815277212021-01-03T01:13:00.000-08:002021-01-03T01:13:54.519-08:00my favourite things/ God's circle of love<p>January 1, 2021</p><p>always nice <br />this walking home with dad</p><p>long steps</p><p>arms linked</p><p>looking up together to find the moon<br />safe in a soft ring of life<br />a circle of life<br />extended<br />reaching to the trees in the East<br />and over to the trees in the West</p><p>sealed<br />never ending<br />a soft haze but certain<br />bathing the moon<br />in the new year<br />2021</p><p>it was midnight<br />Dad went in<br />Shoshi and the kids already asleep</p><p>head down I gave the hay<br />spilled water in all the bowls<br />for the goats<br />slid the dogs away <br />for the night</p><p>then looked up</p><p>cotton balls filled where the ring had been<br />an entire ocean of cotton balls<br />circling the moon<br />clothing it for the new year<br />bright and cheery<br />cotton puffs<br />floating where the bare ring had once been<br />its soft glow no longer naked</p><p>a moment earlier<br />the sky was boldly bare<br />but for the moon within the ring<br /><br />now brightly adorned with<br />puffs of the Heavenly<br />clothed in a certain <br />Humility<br />bathed in a lovely Grace<br />bright with Hope<br /><br />was <br />God's<br />circle of love<br /><br />my favourite things</p><p><br /></p>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-26593002900695341242020-04-08T16:36:00.000-07:002020-04-08T18:46:02.970-07:00night moons with rainbows/my favourite things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am back<br />
to my<br />
night<br />
watches<br />
<br />
or perhaps<br />
they have never ended<br />
<br />
the moon has danced<br />
with me<br />
last night a rainbow circled it<br />
and set the mood merry<br />
the clouds swept lazily<br />
along<br />
with us<br />
and the owls came back<br />
to whooo whoo<br />
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my smile is still with me today<br />
and I had to say<br />
I have<br />
just<br />
too many<br />
favourite things<br />
everyday<br />
waiting to be told<br />
and I don't think<br />
that anything<br />
should<br />
keep me<br />
from<br />
saying it<br />
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so busyness<br />
aside<br />
and storm threats away<br />
I will let the rainbows in<br />
with their smiles<br />
and brightness<br />
on my path<br />
to lead me<br />
along<br />
my<br />
way<br />
<br />
by day<br />
it is snowman building<br />
with precious<br />
grand kids<br />
<br />
and<br />
soon<br />
goat kids<br />
are coming<br />
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night watches<br />night moons<br />
with rainbows<br />
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my favourite things<br />
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my goats call me<br />from the moment they hear me<br />come out of the house<br />until I squeak my bicycle's brakes<br />at the garden gate</div>
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they call me<br />they wait at the gate<br />for their goatherder</div>
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three carloads of kids and adults<br />unpacked themselves as I came to do afternoon chores</div>
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instead I let out all the mamas and babas<br />from their stalls into the running area<br />and we all played</div>
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the children had no questions<br />they simply picked up day old babas and week old ones<br />and snuggled and cooed sweet babblings<br />that the beastlies immediately understood<br />to be love and joy and peace</div>
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the adults asked questions<br />and more and more<br />questions<br />but never once stooped to feel their softness<br />or smell their newness<br />or listen to their sweet murmurings</div>
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they missed the dancing on goat wings<br />the little ones sucking<br />they missed<br />the soft breeze come in<br />to refresh<br />and<br />renew</div>
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they missed the sighs<br />from children<br />and kids</div>
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I don't think they heard the laughter</div>
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It took a long time before anyone noticed<br />the quiet joy<br />of each child<br />mesmerized<br />rallying in their own little world<br />of peace and bliss<br />a kid<br />with a kid</div>
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and then they saw it<br />and were drawn in<br />and became part of the fun<br />and laughed with the children<br />and stooped to know<br />the precious babas</div>
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this old goat lady<br />watched with joy<br />quiet splendor<br />as the families<br />became playmates<br />and laughter was the bond<br />and love the strong chord<br />that joined them</div>
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this is how God works in the hearts of his children</div>
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all around are His signs and wonders</div>
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the bird song and new Spring life</div>
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and though we busy ourselves with our own<br />understandings and misunderstandings<br />at last<br />we do see the sunrise<br />or the sunset<br />or the child He has lent us for a season</div>
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and we will play in the beauty of this gift<br />He has sent us<br />our laughter<br />becomes praise<br />to Him</div>
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like this old goat lady<br />He looks on with joy<br />that they noticed<br />His love<br />gift</div>
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He is already planning their tomorrow</div>
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and He smiles<br /><br />...............<br />my favourite things</div>
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Photos by Beth Lynn<br />
<br />
the packages arrived<br />
today<br />
over the mountains<br />
across the prairies<br />
to Springtime<br />
springing<br />
water runoff perfect for a five year old<br />
to ride bikes through<br />
a trampoline perfect to count rocks on<br />
for a wee girl<br />
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snow giving way<br />
to green grass<br />
and puddles<br />
treasures<br />
that lay hidden<br />
a whole<br />
entire<br />
winter<br />
<br />
today<br />
Mr Snowman<br />
arrived in the mail<br />
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you build him and then he melts<br />
you build him again<br />
and watch him<br />
melt<br />
all over again<br />
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it is Spring after all<br />
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and the giggles<br />
and happiness<br />
of mama hearts<br />
watching little ones find simple joys<br />
is enough<br />
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Mr Snowman<br />
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<br />thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-23882345390895779982018-04-19T00:40:00.002-07:002018-04-19T00:40:45.883-07:00my favourite things/ trusting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />this majestic puppy</div>
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visited a porcupine today<br />I'm certain she was surprised<br /><br />perhaps it was the first time<br />something ever turned on her</div>
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this friendly</div>
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still puppyish hound<br />always<br />greeting the world around her </div>
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with great </div>
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enthusiasm<br /><br />she<br />surely </div>
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had no</div>
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enthusiasm </div>
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when she </div>
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returned home </div>
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this morning<br /><br />Eddie was fine<br />perhaps he saw what had happened to Willow<br />and decided a distance between him and the prickly friend was a fine thing<br />or perhaps<br />he is just </div>
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a wee bit<br />wiser</div>
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in life</div>
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having been around </div>
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loads of years </div>
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more<br /><br />never once did Willow try to bite me</div>
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I pulled the needles out one by one<br />and after two hours<br />I finally thought to calf tie her legs<br />and put a horse blanket over her<br />I held her firmly but gently</div>
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while I sat on her<br />and with encouraging words</div>
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took only seconds more</div>
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to remove the last needles </div>
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stuck deeply </div>
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in her </div>
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chin<br /><br />all out at last</div>
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there was no<br />biting me<br /><br />just kisses and puppy romping<br /><br />puppy slobber<br />and more </div>
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kisses<br /><br />This was my gift for hurting her with each needle out<br /><br />she let me do it<br /><br />I wish I could be such malleable clay in the Master's hands<br />His gentle gracious hands<br />He knows best<br /><br />I know He loves me<br />I want to trust Him<br />like Willow trusted me<br /><br />He knows best<br /><br />trusting<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>
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<br />thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-8359006380469323242018-04-15T22:45:00.000-07:002018-04-15T22:45:48.442-07:00my favourite things/amazing grace stories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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amazing</div>
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this grace</div>
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but today I heard it differently<br /><br />it was a sermon<br />at the Army church<br /><br />after a weekend of learning together<br />the students performed for us</div>
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their giftings varied<br />and finely honed<br /><br />and from Toronto<br />a speaker talked of<br />all the 'amazing grace stories'<br /></div>
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filling our sanctuary<br /><br />and I thought for a moment of heaven<br />and how eternity would be filled with 'amazing grace stories'<br />all of us laying down our crowns for the One<br />the One...<br /></div>
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the One worthy of these amazing grace stories<br />and I wept for the joy of it</div>
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how comforted He will be one day<br />to know we count Him worthy<br />of this honour<br /><br />we will never tire of hearing </div>
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the stories </div>
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from each soldier<br />each child<br />each one known </div>
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before conception </div>
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by the One<br />who so freely<br />bestowed<br />on us </div>
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this </div>
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amazing </div>
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grace<br /><br />For Him it was costly<br />more than we will ever understand<br /><br />but </div>
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joy will </div>
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be His<br />on the day<br />we all<br />recollect to the Father<br />our<br />'amazing grace stories'<br /><br />I long to see His face<br /><br />my favourite things<br /><br /></div>
<br />thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-54890766027522605002018-04-15T01:05:00.002-07:002018-04-15T01:05:34.513-07:00my favourite things/ that tree <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I caught a glimpse of that tree tonight<br />Dear Lord<br />walking out<br />
into the night<br />I caught its darkness<br />and why You said not to eat of it<br /><br />You<br />
Dear One<br />Who formed us<br /><br />
You Abba Father<br />Holy One<br />Who knew we were but dust<br />until You breathed <br />Life into us<br /><br />
You knew<br /><br />You knew we could not bear the knowledge<br />
of such evil<br />
You knew it would consume us<br />break us<br />and leave us<br />
lifeless<br />
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You knew we could not grasp the fullness<br />
of Your goodness<br /><br />
so You came<br />to show us<br /><br />we still couldn't<br />comprehend<br /><br />so you had to die<br />to help our hearts see<br /><br />and now by Your Spirit<br />poured out to us<br /><br />and with<br />
Refiners Fire<br /><br />this dust is being made pure gold<br /><br />now we have a hope that is not ashamed<br /><br />our eyes can see something new<br /><br />a tree<br /><br />but of Life<br />and we<br />
may<br />
eat<br />
of<br />
it<br /><br />Abba Father<br /><br />
it<br />
will<br />
be<br />
the<br />
healing<br />
of<br />
the<br />
nations<br /><br />that<br />
tree<br />
Dear Lord<br /><br />
that tree<br /><br />
my favourite things<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<br />thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-51686073486703209852017-06-11T01:18:00.001-07:002019-03-11T09:35:15.555-07:00my favourite things/ green granny smith apples<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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my favourite things<br />
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He visited us today<br />
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The old woman walked right to us<br />
though her zig zagging gait suggested<br />
she'd had too much to drink<br />
her plastic bottle empty<br />
swaying in her hand<br />
we all gazed at her steadfastness<br />
to join our picnic celebrating<br />
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our blankets spread<br />
on the velvety grass<br />
the children celebrating a tenth birthday<br />
fruit trays and veggies<br />
finger food banquet arranged in its fullness<br />
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we all held our breaths<br />
waiting<br />
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she spoke<br />
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do you have some water<br />
its my heart<br />
and the water helps<br />
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water<br />
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water<br />
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of course we had water<br />
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I reached one cool bottle to the children<br />
to pass on to her<br />
almost too eagerly<br />
grateful she did not seek to spoil the children's fun<br />
or take from their "abundance"<br />
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what heart is mine<br />
I thought<br />
O Lord, forgive me<br />
I thought<br />
I must give her more<br />
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we have so much<br />
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she gently folded her hands under her chin<br />
gave Thanks<br />
to the Eternal One<br />
for the water<br />
for us<br />
our<br />
kindness<br />
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then walked on<br />
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wavering still<br />
but kindly<br />
and with a grace<br />
as she passed by<br />
we could see<br />
in her coat pocket<br />
bulging<br />
a perfect specimen<br />
of a green<br />
granny<br />
smith<br />
apple<br />
<br />
I smiled thinking<br />
an apple was also good for her heart<br />
and it reminded me of the Garden<br />
the fruit on that tree<br />
and how even there<br />
God's grace found us<br />
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I wanted to give her a veggie plate<br />
Shoshanna wanted to give her a strawberry tray<br />
Everyone wanted to give her more<br />
<br />
but we each said nothing out loud<br />
about it<br />
and<br />
we did nothing<br />
<br />
we wanted to<br />
but<br />
she left so quickly<br />
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all we did was kindly return the blessing<br />
she so graciously left for us<br />
as she walked on<br />
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later the children found her sleeping<br />
not far from us<br />
peacefully<br />
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we are home now<br />
and at the evening table we shared how we all wanted to give more<br />
but she was so content<br />
with the water<br />
and we were frozen in time and could not move<br />
though our hearts wished to<br />
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it was just a cup of cold water<br />
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tonight after all were settled<br />
I did my last watch of the night<br />
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out into the dusk I went<br />
dogs at my side<br />
the goats and horses happy for<br />
the evening meal<br />
new kids put safely away<br />
water taken around<br />
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and there arms raised to the Eternal One<br />
with the night sky swathed in softness<br />
He met me and touched me<br />
I communed and rested and prayed<br />
and praised and trusted<br />
and waited<br />
so long<br />
I stood<br />
His breath mine<br />
His healing mine<br />
my heart His to reshape<br />
renew<br />
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I turned and there sitting poised and tall behind me was my Willow dog<br />
eyes on me<br />
and more<br />
she had my back<br />
she was so stoically calm<br />
and still<br />
waiting<br />
so close<br />
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and I am thinking how sometimes the animals see God and angels more easily than we do<br />
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they seem to know if we entertain angels unawares<br />
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green granny smith apples<br />
faithful guardian dogs<br />
angels in old women disguise<br />
birthday celebrations<br />
little happy hearts<br />
His Word that reminds us<br />
He is with us<br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-family: "arimo" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">And the King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me.’…(Mathew 25:39)</span><br />
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<br />thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-17157667470748630522016-01-17T09:58:00.001-08:002016-01-17T10:08:21.147-08:00my favourite things: a sharing from: Positively Loved and Adored: Today marks 6 months since we arrived back in Cana...my favourite things ~ seeing the heart of our children<br />
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a joy<br />
this growing old<br />
the witnessing<br />
and sharing of days<br />
and moments<br />
in our loved ones lives<br />
<br />
a joy<br />
this passing of time<br />
days blended<br />
one into another<br />
little footsteps<br />
becoming<br />
men and women<br />
before ones eyes<br />
and all the love<br />
entangled<br />
that makes<br />
it possible<br />
to<br />
grow<br />
old<br />
joyously<br />
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entangled in God's grace<br />
His tender mercies<br />
new<br />
every<br />
morning<br />
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this growing old<br />
this seeing the heart of our children<br />
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my favourite things<br />
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Here is my Shoshanna's blog post; I hope you enjoy it~ blesses my heart to see their love poured out.<br />
<a href="http://addingjoyandlaughter.blogspot.com/2016/01/today-marks-6-months-since-we-arrived.html?spref=bl">Positively Loved and Adored: Today marks 6 months since we arrived back in Canada...</a>thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027194323594979546.post-39523523847190418402015-10-10T22:14:00.003-07:002015-10-10T22:27:48.017-07:00my favourite things~ that wet sort of Autumn day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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it is that wet sort of Autumn day<br />
mist shrouded<br />
yet lovely<br />
the feeling of a warm wet towel after a sunny day at the river<br />
this chinook <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br /> in October<br /> the wind stilled<br /> for a moment<br /> then a twirlywind catching the raised branches<br /> of the Cottonwood<br /> and the children leaping<br /> and dancing<br /> to catch the swirling up and down of the coloured leaves<br /> my dream of little feet and laughter satisfied<br /> by my waking<br /> and finding them<br /> all here</span></div>
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(photo:Bob Kimball~ the maple tree)<br /><br />Shoshanna's birthday on the 1st<br />Stephen's on the 9th<br />my mama Jessie's on the 10th<br />Birthdays<br />Thanksgiving<br />God's many blessings<br />my favourite things</div>
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what is it that speaks<br />
to the heart<br />
that voice without words<br />
that moves us<br />
when words cannot<br />
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what is this feeling<br />
of up and down<br />
but has no touch<br />
just feeds on emotion<br />
and not always on a truth<br />
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let us hear always the True One<br />
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faith says we are His<br />
so we need never feel alone<br />
His Word says we are<br />
the sweet savour of God<br />
we do not need to be more<br />
or different from what we are<br />
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He is enough<br />
His grace is sufficient<br />
His love is abounding<br />
His joy is strength<br />
He has taken all that is wrong<br />
and gives what is pure<br />
and honourable<br />
and just...<br />
He is all we need<br />
ever<br />
He is enough<br />
Jesus<br />
----------------<br />my Eduardo... sixty-three today<br />I love watching the morning light on you each dawn as I awaken before you<br />I love to trace the shadows and light along your face<br />
I love to hear your soft short breaths... quiet and rested<br />your days are busy<br />
often rushed<br />
these morning moments watching you and listening<br />
help me savour you through the day<br />
I pray a year of quiet joy and peace in your heart<br />no matter the busyness around you<br />I pray laughter for medicine<br />I pray you will know how much you are loved<br />I love you<br />your kids love you<br />with Jesus love<br />your cup is overflowing<br />-----------<br />
enjoy this cup of grace<br />it is enough<br />
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Eduardo<br />
my beloved<br />
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tasks done with heart<br />
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to have two summers<br />
with our little boy all grown<br />
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he used to play in the sawdust<br />
building booby traps for his sisters<br />
holes with wood stick rooves<br />
all covered again<br />
with sawdust<br />
also with laughter<br />
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and now again building<br />
a home for a sister<br />
and her kiddies<br />
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from the bottom up<br />
all the little boy genius<br />
making a real home<br />
taking trees from our land<br />
milling it<br />
shaping it</div>
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from the bottom up<br />
a fine home<br />
a labour of skill and love<br />
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I miss the people that filter by all summer<br />
I miss the summer and its warmth and dryness<br />
long days short nights<br />
work hard play hard<br />
Willow River raft rides<br />
with Neumanns<br />
with Dad<br />
hot days left refreshed<br />
raspberries<br />
fresh garden<br />
breezes<br />
horses and goats around about us<br />
grazing lazing<br />
geese and hummingbirds<br />
owls<br />
ducks woodpeckers<br />
robins<br />
and always the sparrow<br />
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and always His eye on us<br />
pouring out His blessing<br />
day by day<br />
at the right time<br />
the right moment<br />
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the little boy all grown<br />
an engineer now<br />
new horizons new visions<br />
us alone<br />
still day by day remembering<br />
love's labour<br />
and carrying on<br />
piece by piece<br />
little by litte<br />
this Home love is building<br />
with God's strength<br />
His joy<br />
His help<br />
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A little Afrikan family<br />
is coming Home one day<br />
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we want to be ready<br />
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my Shoshi<br />
four precious grandkiddies<br />
new visions<br />
little feet running to and fro<br />
laughter<br />
hopes<br />
smiling ones<br />
a desire satisfied<br />
from our hearts<br />
and God's<br />
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God gives good gifts to His children<br />
all these memories</div>
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I settled in my kids<br />
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the boys in their pasture<br />
little girls in theirs<br />
milkers with hay feeders full in theirs<br />
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off I went to teach<br />
some little people "kids" <br />
how to swim<br />
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natural fish they were<br />
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and loved<br />
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their wonderful Grandma giving all she is<br />
to fill and make their lives full<br />
it isn't hard for her to give<br />
but comes with tiredness<br />
and grey hairs<br />
and smiles<br />
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It was after that I saw him<br />
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I looked down the stairs on my way out<br />
He sat with blood dripping<br />
down his legs<br />
his face<br />
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He held cloths on his face<br />
pressed tightly<br />
still blood dripping<br />
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the lifeguards<br />
were the first aid people<br />
they donned blue gloves<br />
opened first aid kits<br />
knelt before him<br />
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he began sobbing<br />
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I can help I said<br />
they said no<br />
they had it covered<br />
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they only saw his wounds<br />
I saw something more<br />
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I came close to him<br />
the guards held up their hands and said no<br />
again<br />
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but he said<br />
let her<br />
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he had been sobbing that no one cared<br />
that he had no one that loved him<br />
that yesterday he tried to put a noose around his neck<br />
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still they saw only his wounds<br />
his face swollen<br />
God showed me his broken heart<br />
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I heard the calling out in his voice<br />
I said there is one who cares<br />
He made you and loves you<br />
you are young and strong<br />
He has a plan for you<br />
to do good<br />
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He loves you<br />
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Can I pray for you <br />
I asked<br />
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I am religious <br />
he said<br />
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please pray<br />
he said<br />
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his sobbing stopped <br />
his breathing settled<br />
his faith returned<br />
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they said they would care for him<br />
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he was hungry<br />
they said after they patched him up<br />
they would feed him<br />
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my name is Elijah he said<br />
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a strong name<br />
my prayer and tears lifted for him<br />
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I wondered if there was ever someone who cared for him<br />
like my grandson has<br />
he rests between his parents' hearts<br />
when teething hurts<br />
he knows who cares for him<br />
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Elijah<br />
a strong name<br />
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I wonder if he has siblings<br />
to laugh and play with<br />
like my Shoshi's have<br />
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and a grandma who thinks the world of the five<br />
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Father God<br />
hold this broken Elijah<br />
in your kind hands<br />
and make him strong in You<br />
that he would know<br />
what it is<br />
to be so loved<br />
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<br />you were loved long before<br /><br />you were yearned for long before<br /><br />you were imagined <br />years ago<br />decades ago<br />a half a century and maybe more before<br /><br />I remember playing barbies<br />at six<br />
with Carolee<br />on her stairs<br />in her room<br /><br />always it was real<br />and we had children<br />and grandkids<br />and it was all about what we would name them<br />and how we would live<br /><br />and now<br />here you are<br /><br />precious one<br /><br />loved upon long before<br />you came to us<br /><br />Each time<br />my photo of the day arrives<br />my heart does this little leap<br /><br />you see <br />precious one<br />I saw you in my heart of hearts<br />long ago<br />and your mom<br />and your dad<br />and brothers and sisters<br />and me<br /><br />Gramma<br />loving you <br />as always I have<br />and always I will<br /><br />It has nothing to do<br />with what you do<br />It has everything to do<br />with just you<br /><br />our littlest man<br /><br />my favourite things<br />-------------------<br /><br />Psalm 139thefisherladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543904049543546170noreply@blogger.com9