Monday, October 29, 2012

Abstract Painting Joy

My three grandchildren live close enough to ride bicycles over to swing, play music, cook and many other activities including painting. Last week they brought their nine year old friend. She looked at the background of the above painting and said, " It looks like an abstract". All of the children quickly agreed that the painting could be enhanced by streams of colors flowing down. They each selected colors and the final painting was completed with joy, laughter and excitement.

"Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged;
           parents are the pride of their children." 
Proverbs 17:6 NLT Everyday Matters Bible for Women.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Mandevilla Memories

The last Mandevilla blossom.
Love- Heart's Empathy.
Imprinted in my memories.
Pulling my Spirit skyward.
Positive light flowering
Glimmers of hope.
Written by Morninglory 10/28/2012

" For we walk by faith not by sight." (2Cor. 5:7, NKJV)


Early morning breeze
Blowing gently.
Blue Heron lifting off pond
Wings spread wide.
Pine trees
Swaying in fog.

Human touch
Cool and soft.
Self, Renewed and refreshed.
Soaring with hope.
Still  swaying weak
but courageous.
Written by Morninglory 10/18/12

"One thing I have desired of the Lord,
that will I seek: that I may dwell
in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the Lord,
and to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion
in the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock."
(Psalm 27:4-5, NKJV)

Friday, October 5, 2012


Thorns sharp and piercing.
Pulling and pushing, we cross the thorny hedge.
Enticing and inviting; The sweet of the unknown.
Bleeding, we suffer the consequences;
Harmful death to our soul.

Thorns , the needed protection;
Serves to warn us not to cross the hedge.
Guarding us from harm;
The thorns prick our awareness.
 Watch cautiously. There is another path!

Inspired by "The Hedge of Thorns", dating back to 1611 is
one of the oldest tales in the "Lamplighter" collection.

A hymn of deliverance written by William A Ogden, 1841-1897
" Tis the grandest theme thro' the ages rung;
Tis the grandest theme for a mortal tongue;
Tis the grandest theme the world ever sung.
Our God is able to deliver thee."

"The Lane"

When I was a young child of 8 years, this area was an open pasture where grass was planted for hay. Since we dairy farmed, bailing hay was an annual event. Daddy had bought an old model 39 Chevrolet  which had a fairly large trunk. My brother would take the square bails of hay, stuff the trunk full, and we would take off down this lane. Of course, the ride was bumpy since the lane was red clay dirt with no gravel. We headed to the back pasture where we cut strings off the hay and tossed it about for the cows to eat during winter months.  At other times, I recall walking down the lane with my mother toward the back field to bring cows home to be milked. Those walks provided good times for mother-daughter talks. Sometime during my pre-teen years, daddy bought a horse which we named "Old Maude". Again we went down the lane to bring the cows home to be milked.  About 17 years ago, my parents decided to plant the acreage in pine trees through a Farm Service Administration program. The tall pine trees on both sides of the lane have enhanced its beauty. As I drive out through this memory lane, joys of childhood return. My grandchildren now use the lane for bicycle rides and photography. My 90 year old dad now rides his golf cart or four wheeler through the lane to my house.
"Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson