Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Rainbow Colors

The rules say these “rainbow”  photos have to have at least 4 strong colors, so I think these make the grade:

This first photo is one I took of the first gingerbread house built by a good friend. He had always wanted to build a gingerbread house, but never had an opportunity as a child. Finally, in his early fifties, he decided it was time to make the dream come true. I commemorated the event with a number of photos, and we ended up using one on his personalized Christmas cards that year. I changed the background to blue and added falling snow, and it was the perfect card for him. But this is the original photo in its natural state.

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This is a picture of the main hallway of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Catholic School in my hometown. They have so many students from different nations attending the school that they have hung a flag from every nation in the world in that hallway. They definitely present a rainbow of colors. Beneath the flags are the pictures of every graduation class from the beginning of the school in 1912. 

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This photo is of a good friend who does puppet theater, including making her own puppet costumes, sets, and stages. I took this picture for the back cover of her book “Puppets and More,” and I love the vibrant colors.

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Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Challenge: Plains

A friend gave me this photo to use for Jake’s challenge this week. I thought it was an interesting way to look at “plains.”

MANY BALLOONS OVER PLAINS Join in on the fun by visiting Jake’s site and learning the rules — of which there are very few. http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/sunday-post-plains/

 

Friday Fictioneers — February 22

Copyright-Janet Webb
Copyright-Janet Webb

The Painted Fence

Odd … the fence so freshly painted. The barn still bore silent scars from enemy troops scouring the countryside of its rightful owners and leaving all to ruin. A few lucky farmers had fled, losing all they’d worked for.

But before … before death and destruction … she and Johann had walked the length of this fence daily … stopping for kisses … planning: marriage, children, living beside this fence.

The night of the soldiers Johann had forced her to run while he covered her, and she’d seen them capture him.

20 years gone and she’d come back to remember. If only Johann were ….

Odd … this fence so freshly painted ….

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http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/22-february-2013/

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

Whether by highways, riverways, or stairways,
going forward is a good thing.

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Macro – Monday # 2 — from a friend

I’d like to post a second Macro – Monday photo this week, because I’d like to feature one from a good friend, Terry Valley.  I love the way he’s captured this lily.

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Dr. Jehovah Rapha — a poem

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(Exodus 15:26, Mark 5:25-34)  

Her brow was wet with fever,
And her body wracked with pain.
She did not know just what was wrong,
But the symptoms would not change.
She knew she needed healing,
But she had no way to pay.

Who to turn to; who to trust;
Who to show the way?

A friend said to her, “Sister,
I know a doctor kind.
He cleanses lepers, makes lame walk,
And gives sight to the blind.
In fact, He’ll take on any case,
And cure it every time.” 

Oh, would that I could go to Him,”
She then was heard to say.
But since I do not know His name,
How can I know the way?
And even if He’d take my case,
I simply cannot pay.” 

My dear, fear not,” her friend replied;
There is no need to fear.
I’ll take you to Him right away;
He’s really very near.
His name’s Jehovah Rapha; He’s
‘The God that healeth thee.’
And because of His Son’s precious blood,
The healing – it is free!

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© 1998 Sandra Conner

 

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Kiss

 

Not technically a photo, but too cute to pass up.

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Love -Through the Eyes of Opie Taylor

SODA FOUNTAIN KISS # 2In an episode of the uniquely popular TV program The Andy Griffith Show, an episode entitled “The Rivals,” Andy tries to help his son Opie come to terms with the troubling symptoms of being in the throes of first love. As they sit together in the living room, Opie opens the conversation:

“Pa, when you like someone a whole lot, that means you love ’em, don’t it?”

“It depends,” says Andy.

“Well, when I’m with Karen, I get a lump in my throat, my ears ring, and my knees get all squiggly. Does that mean I’m in love?’

“Either that or you’ve got a real bad case of the measles.”

“Pa, if I marry Karen someday, her name becomes Taylor, don’t it?”

“That’s right, and all your children become Taylors too.”

“Children? … I don’t think we’d have any children, Pa. We already know enough kids to play with.”

And so – with childhood’s blurry vision of the details of this state called marriage — Opie easily dismisses one of the most important results of engaging in the deepest mysteries of the marriage covenant. Children are a very visible product of those mysteries.

But there are other products as well. Many of them are not so easily seen or identified, but they can be just as important and just as life-changing. There is a sense of fulfillment and a greater sense of wholeness. There’s a sense of security and oneness that melts away all the coldness of being alone. And there’s a new knowledge of self – an understanding of oneself on a new level. The man and woman who have previously been “their own person” have now, for the first time, realized that they are much more complex and much more capable of enjoying that complexity as a result of this new relationship and the new identity that results from it.

But all of this change is not easy. Nor is it simple. In fact, it is so complex that sometimes it’s weeks, or unfortunately even years, before one or both partners actually realize that they have become a part of a brand new whole and are no longer exactly the same persons they were before marriage.

That realization could be frightening if not seen through the plan of God. He, after all, is Love (1 John 4:8). He created this thing called marriage – and the sex that is an integral part of it. And guess what? He knows what He’s talking about. His plan is that each partner in this holy covenant relationship will find in the mate the answer to longings that have never been fulfilled; the key to opening doors in the soul that have never been unlocked; and the love that saturates and nurtures our unique gifts and abilities so that they mature and bring us to the highest and best we can be. In short, it’s this new person, conceived from the two, that is finally complete and whole in a way that nothing but a “covenant” marriage relationship can accomplish.

It is true that our mate cannot fill the place in us that is reserved for God Himself. And we will never be truly whole until He is at home in us. But it is God Himself who has told us clearly, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make him a helper suitable for him. … And the Lord God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man and brought her to the man. And the man said, ‘This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.’ … For this cause a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.” (Gen. 2: 18, 22-24, NAS).

So God said of his “perfect” man that he needed a woman to be complete. And He created the woman to be so much a part of the man that she would have a need of him to be complete as well. Isn’t it interesting that this “need” of each other was created into us as part of our perfection? And this unique completeness that results is probably the one most powerful and thrilling product of a man and woman entering into and enjoying the blessed mysteries of God’s kind of marriage.

I know in this 21st century – especially in the hollowed political halls of this world — it is not considered “politically correct” to make such statements. But, thank God, there is still one Document that supersedes all the political attitudes and postures of every society on the face of the earth. It still supersedes every new “law” on the books that would try to make marriage something different from what God created it to be. What a blessing to know that He still holds the patent on marriage. And that one Document — The Word of God – The Holy Bible – still gives the human race the blessed, supernatural opportunity to experience total completeness through love – when they enter into it the way God Himself created it to be experienced.

Truly, a Valentine gift to be treasured forever.

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YOU ARE LOVED - DEEPERJohn 15:11,12,17 — “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you. … These things I command you that you love one another.”

Generally speaking, Valentine’s Day is reserved for spouses, children, grandchildren, and possibly a couple of friends.  But let’s expand our love boundary and take a look at God’s love.  Here is a love that has no boundaries; never did have boundaries; never will have boundaries.

God is the source of love, and He directs us to love as He loves. Take a look around you.  Do you love your neighbor – your fellow employee and boss – your mother-in-law???

On this Valentine’s Day, let’s expand our boundaries and greet everybody with the salutation of “Happy Valentines Day – and – God’s blessings…

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WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — Cupid’s Arrow

WordPress has challenged us today to write an Ode to something or someone we love, in honor of Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t in the mood to write anything serious, so I opted for light-hearted and decided to write an Ode to My Little Red Car. Hope it adds to your Valentine’s Day fun. (And please don’t tell my little red car that I’m not “serious.”).

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Ode To My Little Red Car

Oh, My Little Red Car, you’re a beauty.
Like a jewel, you glimmer and shine.
You look great in daytime or nighttime.
And I’m so proud to say you are mine. 

You are what people call fuel efficient,
Which means you don’t guzzle the gas.
And e’en though you are small and quite humble,
You can zoom with the best when I pass. 

You’re an expert when it comes to parking.
You know just how to squeeze into place,
And you get out of tight spots quite nicely,
Never leaving, a scratch, nick, or trace.

Though tiny outside, you’ve room inside.
I don’t have to bow head or scrunch knees.
And when transporting all my belongings,
Your convertible seats aim to please. 

I just tool down the road in full pleasure,
Knowing we are a beautiful sight.
And I know that in all kinds of weather,
Your equipment will handle it right. 

What a joy you are, Little Red Buddy.
And my heart knows that you feel the same.
We’re a team, you and I, car and driver,
And to keep you forever’s my aim. 

Oh, it’s true that I used to love big cars,
And I never had planned to go small.
But, My Little Red Car, you have stolen my heart;
You’re the best car I’ve owned above all.

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Love On The Line

BLUE TELEPHONEThis little poem came about as the result of a poetry challenge I discovered last year. The topic for the poem had to be the telephone, and I decided to see what I could come up with.  As soon as I started thinking about the subject, I remembered reading the true story of a WWII serviceman who had intended travelling to the Midwest (while home on leave) to meet his girlfriend and propose marriage before he went back to duty.  A blizzard kept him from making it across country, but through the kind ministrations of a romantic telephone operator (remember when we had real operators instead of computers?), he was able to convey his proposal and receive an answer. This poem is based on that unique love story.
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LOVE ON THE LINE

I read about a Navy guy;
‘Twas during World War II;
He felt that he was so in love
But one thing he could do.

He was on leave, New England way,
And running out of time;
Snowed in, he could not meet his love.
His only hope – a dime.

So in the pay-phone booth, he dialed
The zero. Faith was high.
He told his soulful story to
The operator, Vi.

He gave the number for his love,
St. Louis her address,
And Vi said, “There’s no promises,
But I will try my best.”

So, hanging on the line out east,
The sailor heaved a sigh
And waited with a pounding heart
Till he heard back from Vi.

“I have your party, sir,” she said,
Three minutes’ worth of time.”
“Three minutes!” cried the sailor.
“That isn’t enough time!”

His darling’s voice broke through the wire,
Her voice so light and thrilled,
“What great surprise, your calling now!
I heard you’re snowed in, Bill.”

“Yes, dear, and now I can’t get there
Before my leave is through,
But there is something vital that
I have to say to you.

“You know I’ve loved you for a while;
And I have to know for sure — “
But Vi broke in just then to say,
“We’ve lost connection, sir.”

“Oh, no!” he cried. “You’ve got to help!
I’m ready to propose!
I couldn’t go back overseas
Unless I’m sure she knows!”

“I’ll try again,” Vi said, but then — 
Back on the line, so sad — 
“I can’t get you connected, sir;
The weather is so bad.

“But I can hear your party, sir,
And she can still hear me.
If you’d want me to relay your words,
I’d do so happily.”

He heaved a sigh, wiped tear from eye,
And drew deep breath somehow.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll have to do;
I need her answer now.

“Please say, ‘ I’m so in love with you
That before I go to sea,
I’m asking you to be my wife;
Please say you’ll marry me.'”

So Vi relayed the message sweet;
He waited in a stew
‘Till Vi came back online and said,
“She’d love to marry you!”

Now many years have come and gone;
The couple made their home.
And in every room the pride of place
Goes to the telephone.

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