(a Valentine gift from my son 2013) “Sarah Parsons (Bio) recently completed a master’s degree at the University of Tennessee College of Social Work and intends to become a psychotherapist. She holds a BA in Religious Studies from Yale University and a master of divinity degree from Vanderbilt Divinity School.” Impressive, don’t you think? IContinue reading “Lent!”
I wanted each child to have enough bread to eat, beautiful dress and bonnet to wear. And, yes, a perfect match of purse and shoes. The color and match suited for each child and not what another thought might be right for them. I would dress the little goats and lambs alike. (Literally the animal)Continue reading “What did you want to be when you grew up? Or when you grow up?”
Sara’s Words and Debi’s art. See Debi’s children’s books with original art @Amazon.com, Deborah Chaves I think a major hold back from experiencing the new is ” letting go” of things in our past. Could be one or all of these three; people, places, things….Always wanting to look back either in thought or word. TryingContinue reading “All about me!”
In Kindergarten music class, one of the goals is to begin to help the students match vocal tones sung to them by the teacher. One of the little exercises I am using this year is to sing the child’s name and then sing , in a sing-songy question to which I have already demonstrated aContinue reading “Susie, What Are You Thankful For?”
painting by Rena Oynes Story By Sara: Rosa! The Elephant is a funny bottomless girl. She drinks only tea but limitless amounts. She drinks, gargles and waters the plants. This makes for fun and landscapes the theme without a pod of manure to stink up the store. You see she works for Dot, the bizContinue reading “Rosa, The Elephant”
Sara Sometimes I feel weary, yes, weary, after a time of real spiritual highs. Do you ever feel that way? Just weary, right down weary! I may have been in a wonderful high praise gathering or just heard an outstanding inspirational message from God’s Word and thought; I could never, ever want to give upContinue reading “Am I A Quitter?”
It’s true …that overworked phrase. But it works close to home for me. I wasn’t very old when I started questioning the wisdom of my parents, who supposedly named me after 2 grandmothers. Grace, on my father’s side and Mary on my mother’s side. Mary Grace. Ai-Yi-Yi! My parents always called me Mary Grace andContinue reading “WHATS IN A NAME THE EVOLUTION OF SUCH”
Have you ever found a baby bird lost from their nest? A lovely beautiful Dove Baby Bird. I did this morning. Mother Dove waiting in nest about 14 ft straight up wondering how she is going to retrieve her baby. Two Shelties barking and running around with wonderment trying to retrieve the baby.
My Sheltie, Lily, banging my door, barked in a stressful way until I followed her out to see what the happening was. I found the Baby Dove. My heart broke wondering if the baby had fallen more than 14 ft to a concrete patio and damaged for life. My Shelties, Lily and Shadow and myself went into panic mode. I called my son, Chris, only to find out he was an hour away. i called my other son, Jon, with same result. I called my busy husband and he didn’t have much choice but to come home to help since he didn’t think I was thinking well in my emotional fervor. A Baby Dove escaped from the nest and he must pick it up and help.
I made a call to Debi, another Lily, trying to prepare as a teacher for her first week of school. I tell her I am sending fallen baby bird to her to feed and help. She said, “Me? Why me?” Ok, ok, ok, she said I will find the Vet Tech (VT) teacher and see what she says. Whee, finally, some help. Almost time for school to start. Our time is short. We must act. VT said, Baby Dove is in good shape. Must go back in nest. Here comes Debi. Out comes the folding ladder. Two unskilled ladder techs, Debi and myself. Help someone. OK, we got help. Ladder up. Mother Dove in nest. Now what? Call VT how can we put baby in nest with Mother there. “Go forward,” she says. “Mother will fly away and come back. Just an ‘Old wise fable that Mother Bird won’t come back to nest if we touch it.’ O, by the way, it took us ten minutes to locate the VT on phone after the bird just left her precious hands. And, that was with the help of other school staff. School went into Vet ER for Baby Dove.
Forward, we went. Into nest went Baby Dove with no Mom. Debi got back to school in the nick of time for students. I waited by window to see if Mother would return. SHE DID! She flew in and out of nest all day with food.
I have been thinking and meditating today how God told us if we are worried about our everyday life-whether we have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear to just pause and take a look at His birds and how He takes care of them.
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26
Yes, you are!
© Short story mghenry He couldn’t remember exactly when these thoughts and feelings began to formulate in his mind. He really couldn’t put his finger on it if he’d been asked to pinpoint it. What event, what action, what experience had pushed the impulse? He only more recently realized that these thoughts and imaginations seemedContinue reading “Fateful Night”
I heard this story recently; “A little boy was sick on Palm Sunday and stayed home from church with his mother. His father returned from church holding a palm branch. The little boy was curious and asked, “Why do you have that palm branch, dad?” “You see, when Jesus came into town, everyone waved PalmContinue reading “Palm Sunday”