100-Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week # 81 – A Woman Scorned

This week’s prompt: “… the unseasonal weather meant …” Here’s my response:

A Woman Scorned

The unseasonal weather meant she’d have to dig through the packed-away winter clothes for a coat and gloves. April … and 32º!

She hated winter!  Hated weddings!  She’d tried to find an excuse not to go, but no chance. And now this!

Suddenly, she stopped still … grinning. Exhilarating thought!  It was an outdoor wedding!  And no time to change it!  She’d stand there warm and cozy and watch that vixen who’d stolen her boyfriend shiver and turn an ugly blue in her strapless white gown.

White!

Of all the nerve!

She knelt: “Dear God, she wants a white wedding. Please send her a foot of snow!”

WEDDING CEREMONY - BLUE - SNOW ~

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HURRAY! I’m Fixed!

BALLOONS VERTICLEThank the Lord, thank WordPress, and thank all of you who prayed!  I’m fixed, and I can now get back into my blogs normally.

I really thought it had to be a glitch of some kind connected with the Chrome browser, but I couldn’t be sure. I was sure I hadn’t posted anything that would get me suspended, and I knew I could still get a minimal connection through Firefox. But with Firefox, I couldn’t see everything on the site.

My computer is very old and has some problems working with Internet Explorer and Firefox both, so I can’t access the blogs enough to use them normally with either of those.  And, considering the fact that I have four blogs on here, that was a lot to lose.

However, all is well now. It’s nice to be back home!

No Access To WordPress

Dear Readers,

I’m posting this little note to let you know that I suddenly lost access to my WordPress blogs this morning through my main browser. There is no legitimate reason for that fact, and I can still access a partial page through my Firefox browser. That’s how I’m communicating with you right now. But unless I can get the connection restored through my main browser, Chrome, I won’t be able to communicate with all of you here any longer — or on my “Hangin’ Out With God” blog, “Happy Patriot” blog, “Merry Christmas” blog, or “Healing From Jesus” blog. 

I have contacted WordPress about the issue. I would have considered the possibility of the problem being in my own browser, except that I got a WordPress page filled with advertisements, and then a WordPress page saying I was suspended from WordPress. What?????

It’s very weird, because I can access the blogs from Firefox. Unfortunately, I can access only a limited section of the pages through Firefox (Some kind of fluke with my computer’s Firefox connection causes that issue, and that’s why I use Chrome.) 

But since I cannot see most of the page, I cannot tell what’s showing up and what isn’t.  So I’m not going to try to interact from here — other than sending this message — and I just hope my readers can see this post even if I can’t.

I would appreciate your prayers that WordPress can get the problem fixed. I love and appreciate all of you and will certainly miss you greatly if WP cannot get everything restored.

Blessings on you all,
Sandra

 

Just Do It

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These delightful daffodils — golden bells of sunshine — exploded in my back yard a day ago. They always come — regardless of what the weather man says. A friend told me today that she heard a winter-weather advisory for this area, and I responded that almost every year, as soon as my daffodils come up, then the weather turns mean and nasty and tries to beat them to the ground. But these daffodils represent life, and life keeps producing life — even in the very face of death.

I got to thinking, after talking to my friend, that these daffodils, like everything else God created, have a job to do. They are to push their way up out of the ground and grow straight and tall to announce that spring has come and new life is available. They do their job perfectly, regardless of any possible consequences.

So I’m taking a lesson from these little flowers, and I’m sharing that lesson with you: Don’t worry about whether anything or anyone else is doing what he’s supposed to do. And don’t look all around to see if all circumstances are in your favor. Just be faithful over what you have been assigned. If you have a job to do —- DO IT!

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Friday Fictioneers – 3/15/13 — City Girl

This week’s prompt is a photo from Lora Mitchell. My story is below.

Copyright - Lora Mitchell

CITY GIRL

Exiting the board room at 6:03, she rushed to her office. The light out, she walked to her window, now gently bathed in a light shower. Aaaahhhh! Tension instantly drained away as she feasted on her favorite view — her city — alive, gorgeous, teeming with energy and renewal. It was in her heartbeat.

Brent couldn’t comprehend. Always a country boy, he insisted Kate could be happy in his world. Since his proposal, a new plant arrived daily — pressing her. Today’s lily blocked her view. Tossing it into the receptacle, she leaned against the window — happy.

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To take part in the Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, visit her site: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/15-march-2013/

Macro-Monday — 3/11/13

This banner was one of about twelve that were fastened high on the light poles and lined several blocks of a street in my hometown to draw attention to the Catholic school’s centennial celebration. 

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Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Challenge: Arrangement

PICKLES

My sister’s cream cheese pickle slices.
Of course, this “arrangement” is short-lived.
It lasts only until we all start grabbing for our share.

Hop over to Jake’s place and join in the challenge:
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/03/10/sunday-post-arrangement/

In My Footsteps

BEACH PRINTS REDDERHave you ever thought about how many people may be following in your footsteps? Somebody is. Maybe one somebody, maybe hundreds.

Parents have children following in their steps.  Oh, they may rebel against the rules we set and the paths we try to get them to walk in, but sooner or later, those kids are going to be saying and doing a whole lot of what mom and dad say and do — whether mom and dad want them to or not.

Teachers have children following in their footsteps. Certainly those students who like you and respect you will imitate you. But even students who believe teachers are way too strict and who rebel against  class rules and school rules, eventually end up  remembering, believing, doing, and saying a good deal of what those teachers believed, did, and said. I know from years of experience as a classroom teacher that often the most rebellious students in the classroom end up respecting and following the teacher who cared enough to discipline them.

If you’re a husband or wife, you have a spouse following in your footsteps. You two may not agree on everything, but after years of living with you, your spouse has picked up some of your habits, some of your attitudes, some of your beliefs, and some of your goals. So he or she is following right along many of the same paths of thinking, feeling, and acting that you are living in on a daily basis.

If you are a businessman, you have employees following in your steps. Sometimes they are choosing to be like you, and sometimes they are just being faithful to do their jobs. But, either way, wherever you end up in your business, your employees will end up too.

If you’re a leader in any capacity — government, military, church groups, civic organizations, volunteer corps, or unofficial neighborhood activities — you have people following in your footsteps. If you’ve been given the gift of organization or the gift of inspiring other people to get involved in social interaction of any kind, you have a great many people who will want to imitate you and will, whether for good or ill, follow in the paths they see you walking in.

And if you are a good friend — to anyone — your friends will follow in your steps. When one person feels loved by another, he wants to keep himself close to the one who loves him, and in that effort, without even realizing it, he will often begin to think and act as his loving friend thinks and acts.

Yes, we all have people following in our steps — whether we want them to do so or not. So it behooves us to stop every once in a while and take a look at where we are going and what kind of footprints we are leaving for others to walk in. The Word of God has something very helpful to say about that subject:

Ephesians 5:1 says, “Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children.” Wherever we are, whatever we do, if we will stop long enough to ask ourselves if God would be comfortable doing what we’re doing, choosing what we’re choosing,  or saying what we’re saying, we can save ourselves — and all of those who will be following in our footsteps — a great deal of trouble and grief. And it isn’t difficult to find God’s footsteps. They are embedded indelibly in His Word.

Following God will always lead us to a right place, at a right time, in a right way. Following in God’s footsteps will always lead us in paths of integrity, courage, truth, love, and life. And, oh, what joy there is in knowing we have been the one to “lead” another into those paths as well!

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Thanks to BeautifulFreePictures.Com for the unique photo.

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Color of Your Choice

RED SMILEY - with text -super redThe color of my choice this week is RED!  I’m really into red right now because that’s the color I’ve chosen to accent my kitchen. My kitchen is primarily blue and white. Actually the walls are half blue and half white, but almost all the cabinets and appliances are white.  I love that, but then the whole picture needs one more color to give it that certain spark. At one time I used yellow, and that was gorgeous. During a three-year period, I accented with black. That was rather dramatic, and I enjoyed it. But it is time for a change now, and I’m in the process. The top three photos show my kitchen window, an assortment of utensils, and my new red toaster and coffee pot. The last two items were gifts from my sister when she learned that I was going red. Below those is a shot of my Ritz Crackers box, because I LOVE Ritz!  And last, but certainly not least, is my Blue Spruce in the snow — with a little red makeup.

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RITZ 

RED TREE, SNOW CROPPED

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Twenty-Five — A Poem of 4 Vowels

(Here’s the link to the challengehttp://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/04/daily-prompt-25/)

A B C BLOCKSA Poem of 4 Vowels

Sometimes I write too long.
Sometimes I write too short.
Sometimes I write to make a point.
Sometimes I write for sport.

Now WordPress challenged me
To write a post that’s strange.
Cannot be done the easy way.
I have to make a change.

They say only twenty-five
Of letters are allowed.
And if I’m brave they then insist
That I leave off a vowel!
 

So in this little poem,
One vowel I’ll avoid.
I hope it won’t be sorely missed,
And my good name destroyed.
 

Let’s see, what can I choose?
There’s only five to start.
Oh, my, this is a challenge real.
WordPress, please have a heart!
 

Okay, I’ve made my choice.
So happy I can be.
The vowel I’ve chosen to ignore
Lives between ‘T’ and ‘V’.

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A Cardinal Sits With Me

CARDINAL - HOLLINGSWORTH - BFPA Cardinal sits with me at end of day.
It is a bleak, unhappy time,
And I have lost my way.

He seems content to stay a while and rest,
And my front porch is cool with shade,
Sun moving to the west.

On other days I’ve seen him flit and fly
And labor quite industriously
For food that caught his eye.

And then he’d pick at wings and clean and preen,
Then dart away and back again,
Quite nervous did he seem.

He’d change his stance and cock head constantly,
Not holding still a moment long;
He agitated me.

But, suddenly, this eve he’s come to sit.
As if he knows my sorrowful plight —
That I am in this pit.

And now and then he sings aloud his song.
But when he stops to rest a while,
For much more do I long.

I’m sure his day is done; he should head home,
But here he sits beside my chair,
Just so I’m not alone.

His beauty, I have finally come to see,
Is unsurpassed: his ruby hue,
Wings black-edged perfectly.

In truth he is a masterpiece of life:
Each part of him a sculptor’s dream,
Down to his beady eye.

A good half hour he’s stayed and felt at home.
And looks right at me now and then,
To say, “You’re not alone.”

I sigh and realize I am content.
I close my eyes; begin to smile.
This is what Jesus meant.

He urged us to behold the birds of air,
And take a lesson from each one
About His love and care.

“Yes, Jesus, I’m at peace in You at last.
This little bird you sent to me
Has now fulfilled his task.

So take care of him, Lord and keep him strong,
And send him out to other souls
Who need to hear his song.”

Then opening my eyes, I seek my friend.
But he has flown while I have prayed —
His mission at an end.
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[“Look at the birds of the air! They don’t worry about what to eat — they don’t need to sow or reap or store up food — for your heavenly Father feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than they are.” Matt. 6:26 TLB).]

“Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t worry! You are more valuable to Him than many sparrows.” (Matt. 10:30-31, TLB).]

 

 

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