Wee Bits of Wisdom

Sunday’s daily prompt asks us how we plan to stay young at heart as we get older. I had something in mind to write on that subject because of an old Turkish proverb I read last week. Now today’s prompt asks us about a saying that’s been going through our mind this past week. Perfect! I’ll pull it up again.

Here it is, from my book Words of Wisdom, a collection of famous quotes:

A heart in love with beauty never grows old.

I suspect one may safely change that to

A heart in love with people never grows old.

Actually folks have expressed a number of wise thoughts on the subject of aging, like the poem, “Let me grow lovely, growing old…”

And the obvious:

Growing old is a lot better than not growing old.

In one sense I’m enjoying growing old, am content with my lot in that department. I don’t know if I feel very “young at heart” anymore; I don’t aspire to climb a mountain, go deep sea diving, or become another Grandma Moses. I’ll never write The Great Catsby or To Kill A Mourning Dove. But I do hope I can still appreciate beauty, talent, and courage when I see it.

My wishes for old age are low-key. I already spend enough time reading so I won’t wish for more of that. Some days I look forward to sitting in a seniors’ home, visiting with others, having meals prepared for me and spending hours doing jigsaw puzzles. I may never get there, though; we know one dear old senior who lived in her own home until she was 99. (And made a garden every summer until the last two years!)

However, I aim to do a few useful things yet. According to another sage:

A life of pleasure can be a most sorrowful life.

In the other sense I echo another old saying:

Why do we get so soon old and so late smart?

The insights I’ve finally acquired by age sixty would have come in very handy at age twenty. I’m sorry I lacked so much in basic smarts back then. So many emotional roller-coasters I wouldn’t have needed to ride!

The best remedy for discontent is to count our blessings.

Ah, well. I guess I’ll just go on from day to day and see what life brings, trying to do my part where I can, and living with the faith that whatever life brings to me will be tempered by God’s mercy. What about you?


“His Name is Wonderful”

Friday Tales

The Nature of An Army, Part 3:  Our Commander-in-Chief

“…His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

Nowadays a President or Prime Minister, after much deliberation, declares war with the stroke of a pen.  The battle is then placed in the hands of top Generals who decide the strategy and command the troops, always in counsel with their country’s leader.

In Bible history we see that Kings declared war, planned the strategy –usually together with their generals– then led their armies into battle.  This is the kind of a King we have.  Not one that orders us around from far away.  He’s with us always, directing the battle, leading the way, defending us against a devious foe.

I’d like to describe this Wonderful Commander, but where should I start?  There just ARE so many terrific examples of His faithfulness, His…

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God Made This Day for Me

by Edgar Guest

Just the sort of weather
and just the sort of sky
which seem to suit my fancy,
with the white clouds drifting by
on a sea of smooth blue water.
Oh, I ain’t an egotist
with an “I” in all my thinking
but I’m willing to insist
that the Lord who made us humans
and the birds in every tree
knows my special sort of weather
and He made this day for me.

And the breezes from the eastward
blowing gently on my face,
and the woods chock full of singing
till you’d think birds never had
a single care to fret them
or a grief to make them sad.
Oh, I settle down contented
in the shadow of a tree
and tell myself right proudly
that the day was made for me.

It’s my day, my sky and sunshine
and the temper of the breeze—
here’s the weather I would fashion
could I run things as I please.
Beauty dancing all around me,
music ringing everywhere,
like a wedding celebration—
why, I’ve plumb forgot my care
and the tasks I should be doing
for the rainy days to be
while I’m hugging the delusion
that God made this day for me.

From the book Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest,
©1934 by the Reilly & Lee Co

(And we have just this sort of a summer day here in southern Sask. today! — Christine)

Sunday Morning Walk

My 201st Post on this Blog!

I was up and around early this morning, enjoying the beauties of nature. Several times I saw a hummingbird dart over to drink from the feeder by our side door. I watched a brown thrasher and a mourning dove devouring the seeds I scattered under our bird-feeder pole outside the kitchen window. The thrasher was living up to its name, whacking away at something with his bill much like a flicker does when digging up ants.

For the past several mornings I’ve taken note of several magpies strutting around beside the garage. I wondered what they were finding over there, but it occurs to me that they are cleaning up the exhausted and dead bugs that fall around the light pole. As I saw last night, this yard light is quite an attraction to fluttering things.

The King of the Castle games are over now for the young swallows. It appears the parent birds in both nests are sitting on a second batch of eggs.

There’s a fair wind again this morning, so the wildfire smoke isn’t heavy. A fellow blogger from southeast of here has posted more about this haze we’re living with right now, including a photo she took.

I went for a walk and noticed a few wild gaillardia (blanket-flower) blooms at the edge of the road. Missed by the lawn mower the last time it made its circled around. It’s been so dry that our lawnmower hasn’t been out and about much this summer. We don’t water our lawns like some do, so most of our grass is crisp and a nice tan colour. We did get a few sprinkles overnight Friday, I think the gauge read 4/100ths of an inch.

Now to get ready for church. Click here to read an inspiring post for Sunday morning, written by blogger Janis Cox, about the need to be still and waiting on the Lord.

How Many Girls Know? —Part 2

I managed to jerk and twist myself out of their hands and run a few more steps down the road, heading toward home. The guys ran after me and grabbed me again. I struggled, but I barely weighed 100 lbs soaking wet. These were full-grown men; I had no hope of fighting them off by myself. I screamed, hoping someone, somewhere, would hear me.

Right then I looked down the hill and saw my dad coming to meet me. I was never in my life so glad to see him! “Daddy,” I shrieked, reaching toward him.

Miraculously, my attackers let go of me and dashed back to their car. Doors slammed and the old clunker roared up the hill. Cowards!

Still shaking, I heaved a sigh of relief for my dad’s sake as well as my own. Dad was a tough one, but only about 5′ 2″ and slim. How could he have held his own against four guys — except through pure fury? (Mind you, he’d have had plenty of fury if someone touched one of his girls.)

I stumbled on the road and almost fell again, heading toward where I’d seen my dad. But he wasn’t there. There was no one in sight. When I got home my Dad was there; he hadn’t left the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Note: I didn’t hear this story directly from my sister, so haven’t questioned her about particulars. Could it be that she’d wanted so badly to see someone coming to her aid that she imagined Dad there? Or did she really see something or someone, like a vision of sorts? In any case, I’d almost call her deliverance that night “a miracle.”

A Temptation I Can Relate To

So Facebook isn’t all it’s cracked up to be!

Plus all the movies and novels giving folks the feeling they are really missing out, the impression others lead such exciting lives. By comparison reality is so dull! And with glossy magazines showing us what our homes, yards, bodies, and vacations could look like. No wonder contentment is such a rare commodity. But, as Bill tells us here, it is possible to find and hang onto.

Unshakable Hope

Do you ever feel as if your Facebook friends have more exciting lives than yours; that by comparison your life is boring?

I recently read about a study, which concluded that Facebook and other social networking sites are leading many users to feel “dissatisfied with their lives.”  The study found that, “Witnessing friends’ vacations, love lives and work successes on Facebook can cause envy and trigger feelings of misery and loneliness.” Additionally, some people admitted that Facebook caused them to feel “frustrated or angry.”

Covet: To desire what belongs to another. (Webster’s Dictionary)   

As someone who rarely leaves home, I can relate to this. If it wasn’t for the Discovery Channel and the Travel Channel, I’d never even have imaginary adventures or vacations. When ALS forced me to quit work and began limiting my ability to travel, I quickly figured out just how dangerous and depressing coveting (the…

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