Well, what do you say to a beautiful young lady on her birthday? ?
Happy Birthday, of course!
Happy Birthday, of course!
We love you bushels little lady.
Love,
Mom-mom, Pop-pop and Ben
oxoxoxox
Screaming Banshee
9 years ago
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
MY POETRY
"Our Little Kites"
Our little kites are in the air
They frolic here, linger there
They dance around without a care
On breezes soft, light and fair.
We guide them gently toward the sky
And as they're carried way up high
We stand below and expel a sigh
Watching our wingless birds glide by.
Within us burns a deep desire
To make our kites rise much higher
And our efforts cause us to admire
Our talents as novice fliers.
We play the string with all our might
Sending them upward to greater heights
Like large birds on wing-ed flights
We've conquered gravity with our kites!
But on occasion they will plummet
They have fallen from their summit
To the earth from which they cometh
Leaving us feeling not quite triumphant!
So we get our little kites back in the air
And watch as they frolic here, or linger there
And dance around without a care
On breezes soft, light and fair!
Crickett
Yes, this is one of those poems that started in my head after I went to bed (after midnight) What's a girl to do? :)
Our little kites are in the air
They frolic here, linger there
They dance around without a care
On breezes soft, light and fair.
We guide them gently toward the sky
And as they're carried way up high
We stand below and expel a sigh
Watching our wingless birds glide by.
Within us burns a deep desire
To make our kites rise much higher
And our efforts cause us to admire
Our talents as novice fliers.
We play the string with all our might
Sending them upward to greater heights
Like large birds on wing-ed flights
We've conquered gravity with our kites!
But on occasion they will plummet
They have fallen from their summit
To the earth from which they cometh
Leaving us feeling not quite triumphant!
So we get our little kites back in the air
And watch as they frolic here, or linger there
And dance around without a care
On breezes soft, light and fair!
Crickett
Yes, this is one of those poems that started in my head after I went to bed (after midnight) What's a girl to do? :)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Who's Flying Your Kite?
Many, many moons ago, I had the privilege to do a topic at a Mother/Daughter banquet at the church I was attending. The theme for that particular year was a "Calendar Party" with 12 groups of ladies dressing 12 tables that corresponded to a month of the year. The table I was assigned to was March. We ladies decorated the table with bright colors and a beautiful centerpiece. We used pinwheels as part of the theme and kites hung above the table. I was given the dubious job of "delivering" our topic to the rest of the ladies. (each of the 12 tables had a designated spokeswoman - bless her soul.) Now mind you, I'm not very good at these kind of things. Standing in front of anyone and delivering any kind of message makes me quake in my boots and my mouth gets dry as cotton. . . . I sweat just thinking about it! Anita (who was part of 'March') came up with the topic idea and presented it to me - I did try - very hard - to get her to do it, but nope, no way. Sweaty palms here. So, I bit the bullet, took the topic and ran with it, and did my best to come up with something that was befitting and somewhat understandable.
So without further delay - here is what I chose to say:
When we think of March we usually think of wind and what goes better with wind than kites?
Kites are wind supported devices (consisting of a wooden or similar framework, covered with paper, cloth, or a synthetic material) used as a rudimentary airfoil, flown for pleasure or "work" or study. (yaaawn. . . .)
In many ways our lives can be compared to kites. Let's look at mothers and their daughters for instance.
The mother holds the string of daughter's life . Like flying a kite, we want our daughters to reach higher and higher (or grow stronger and stronger - pyhsically, emotionally and spiritually). The kite can be set aloft by the action of the wind on its surface - (compare to the teaching process). It's distance or height is controlled from the ground by "playing out the string".
Once we get our kites aloft though, our job is just beginning. We really have to work at keeping that kite in the air. There are power lines, trees, buildings and other obstacles to take into consideration. We have to be careful and maneuver this kite thru these obstacles or trials , always watching, always praying, lest they become entangled.
But what happens if your kite does go out of control and it starts dipping, curving erratically, spinning uncontrollably or gets entangled? (welcome to adolescence!) What if the string breaks and your kite plummets to the ground?
You have a choice to make:
you run after that kite, pick it up, brush it off, mend it and get it right back in the air . . .or
you just stand there wringing your hands and leave the kite laying.
Most of us are right back at that kite! We get her back into the air. Then we stand back long enough to take in the breathtaking beauty of our kite. But . . . we realize . . . . we are no longer in control of the string. We were so involved in flying our kite, caring for it, that we didn't notice that God now has the string. The transfer was so subtle, but so needed.
At second glance we notice our kites are all grown up. Now she has to make the choices. She is flying up there, but she will fall if she doesn't yield to the string holder - her lifeline.
I realize that some of you may not have children. But the same applies to us. Just like the kite, we need an experienced string holder. Without One we would be aimlessly meandering with no purpose or hope. But with God as our string holder we can soar, never fearing our string will snap. We may dip, or spin a little but God is in control. He will "play out our string" to keep us away from the power lines, trees and buildings. His strong hands will safely and lovingly hold the string, giving us direction, purpose and meaning to our lives.
So. . . .how about you - are you drifting around aimlessly or is God holding your string?
So without further delay - here is what I chose to say:
When we think of March we usually think of wind and what goes better with wind than kites?
Kites are wind supported devices (consisting of a wooden or similar framework, covered with paper, cloth, or a synthetic material) used as a rudimentary airfoil, flown for pleasure or "work" or study. (yaaawn. . . .)
In many ways our lives can be compared to kites. Let's look at mothers and their daughters for instance.
The mother holds the string of daughter's life . Like flying a kite, we want our daughters to reach higher and higher (or grow stronger and stronger - pyhsically, emotionally and spiritually). The kite can be set aloft by the action of the wind on its surface - (compare to the teaching process). It's distance or height is controlled from the ground by "playing out the string".
Once we get our kites aloft though, our job is just beginning. We really have to work at keeping that kite in the air. There are power lines, trees, buildings and other obstacles to take into consideration. We have to be careful and maneuver this kite thru these obstacles or trials , always watching, always praying, lest they become entangled.
But what happens if your kite does go out of control and it starts dipping, curving erratically, spinning uncontrollably or gets entangled? (welcome to adolescence!) What if the string breaks and your kite plummets to the ground?
You have a choice to make:
you run after that kite, pick it up, brush it off, mend it and get it right back in the air . . .or
you just stand there wringing your hands and leave the kite laying.
Most of us are right back at that kite! We get her back into the air. Then we stand back long enough to take in the breathtaking beauty of our kite. But . . . we realize . . . . we are no longer in control of the string. We were so involved in flying our kite, caring for it, that we didn't notice that God now has the string. The transfer was so subtle, but so needed.
At second glance we notice our kites are all grown up. Now she has to make the choices. She is flying up there, but she will fall if she doesn't yield to the string holder - her lifeline.
I realize that some of you may not have children. But the same applies to us. Just like the kite, we need an experienced string holder. Without One we would be aimlessly meandering with no purpose or hope. But with God as our string holder we can soar, never fearing our string will snap. We may dip, or spin a little but God is in control. He will "play out our string" to keep us away from the power lines, trees and buildings. His strong hands will safely and lovingly hold the string, giving us direction, purpose and meaning to our lives.
So. . . .how about you - are you drifting around aimlessly or is God holding your string?
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Spring is "Springing"!
The Primrose is in bloom, as is the Crocus! And . . . the Flowering Pear Trees are showcasing their buds! Oh yea, Spring is definitely "springing"! ! !
Thursday, March 4, 2010
By George, I'm Doing It! !
Well, I bit the bullet. I'm doing it. Making my blog into a book. I figured I put so much of me, my time and energy into this blogging thing that I may as well preserve it for posterity's sake.
I thought it would be nice to do it on a yearly basis - more cost effective for me and not so time consuming. I am just about finished - just need to add a couple of pictures that I didn't have and try to figure out what I want my cover to look like.
Doing the book was just as time consuming, I think, but worth the effort. Besides, I like the challenge of trying to figure things out. (Things I like to do, of course.)
But, in doing the book, I realized that my entries are more than just random thoughts, they somehow bring me to a place of understanding. Part of that understanding is how I want to blog. It's not only become more personal, but more public as well. Of course I don't and won't share my deepest thoughts and feelings, ones that are between God and I, ones that maybe only 2 or 3 people closest to me know. But sharing my everyday going-ons can be therapy for me, especially when life drives me nuts, or blessings fall like rain from the sky, or the most unexpected thing can make you smile, or if you just need to be sad. Because. . . . . .that is life
(and that is my story and I'm sticking to IT!)
I thought it would be nice to do it on a yearly basis - more cost effective for me and not so time consuming. I am just about finished - just need to add a couple of pictures that I didn't have and try to figure out what I want my cover to look like.
Doing the book was just as time consuming, I think, but worth the effort. Besides, I like the challenge of trying to figure things out. (Things I like to do, of course.)
But, in doing the book, I realized that my entries are more than just random thoughts, they somehow bring me to a place of understanding. Part of that understanding is how I want to blog. It's not only become more personal, but more public as well. Of course I don't and won't share my deepest thoughts and feelings, ones that are between God and I, ones that maybe only 2 or 3 people closest to me know. But sharing my everyday going-ons can be therapy for me, especially when life drives me nuts, or blessings fall like rain from the sky, or the most unexpected thing can make you smile, or if you just need to be sad. Because. . . . . .that is life
(and that is my story and I'm sticking to IT!)
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- Barb
- i'm a wife, a mom, a mom-mom, a sister, an aunt, a cousin, a friend...i'm a child of God.... i love to read, scrap, and sew (all when time permits!)... i like trying new things, going to different places, even if only in my mind....i like simple, but life is complicated....i like spring days, snow storms, thunderstorms, and big puffy clouds you can make things out of....i like coffee, tea and iced chocolate milk you can sip thru a straw..........
