As often happens in life, my future was unknown. I couldn’t have imagined at the age of 50, I would become the owner and operator of Mary Anne’s Hallmark Shoppe.
“What this adds up to, then, is this. No more lies, no more pretense. Tell your neighbor the truth. In Christ’s body we are all connected to each other, after all. When you lie to others, you end up lying to yourself.”
My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house. Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.
“I don’t remember what it was I said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her). I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”
He cared enough to send the very best.
The SHEPHERD Called Them Home The quaint old man in knee high boots prepared to call them in. “Get behind …
Sometimes This Old Farm Feels Like A Long Lost FRIEND It’s always good to be back home again. Married four …
2018 ANOTHER SAD ANNIVERSARY OF REMEMBERING…. Watching programs on television..seeing re-runs of the videos…towers in smoke and flames..people standing in …
Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.
The view was recalling a MEMORY.
It was taking me back
to a time in my life
of great happiness and joy.
I Saw An EAGLE Today Sun is shining; Sky is blue, Everyone’s busy, free moments few. Economy’s rising, dollar holds …
She began to talk to me of times of JOY. She spoke of happy things and times and places.
Upon leaving, I said,
”See you when you come home”.
“Ok honey”, she said
Was it a cherished possession
you have always dreamed of owning
and handing down to your children?
This may become one of the most interesting THANKSGIVING and Christmas holiday seasons to date.
Never indulging in self-satisfaction,
Nor pursued by dreams of personal success,
Her simple life was unadorned with expectations.
I began to think of the way we are linked together
through His creation. The markings of the geese are specific,
always the same for a particular breed.
But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,
Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.
How we live out our purpose,
and with whom we travel,
is our choice.
Remember the promise to beloved schoolmates?
“Our class will be different.
We’ll keep in touch and we won’t forget.”