Saturday, May 27, 2017

Hebrews 10:23

In Memory Of All Who Served!


The Lord Is On Thy Side!

Psalm 94:17-19 The Lord will Not Forget His People

RSimages - Robyn's Nest
Psalm 94:17-19
The Lord will Not Forget His People
17If the LORD had not been my help, My soul would soon have dwelt in the abode of silence. 
19When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul.…

John 14:15

Guard Your Heart

God As Our Designer

Good Morning


“Worry implies that we don’t quite trust God is big enough.” – Francis Chan Worry Over Trust When we face the fork of a road, we can only make one of two choices,…

Friday, May 26, 2017

Psalm 118:24

Because He Lives!

Garden of Inspiration

Bill Gaither – Because He Lives Lyrics

God sent his son, they called him Jesus,
He came to love, heal and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my savior lives.

Because he lives
I can face tomorrow
Because he lives
All fear is gone
Because i know he holds the future
And life is worth the living
Just because he lives

How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives,
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain day because he lives.


And then one day I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain.
And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know he reigns.


Let's Pray For Each Other

It's Not Okay To Disrespect A Person

My Own Little World

Be Thankful For All Your Blessings

Today's magazine For Women 5 Cents

Artist: Clara Miller Burd

Today's charming art is by artist: Clara Miller Burd was born in New York City. 
She attended the Chase School and National Academy of Design in New York and studied at Courtois and Colarossi in Paris. Later, she studied portrait painting with Renardo and received several awards for this work. She also studied stained glass design at Tiffany Studios. She had an exhibit at the National Academy of Design in 1900.
Burd illustrated children’s books, designed magazine covers and painted portraits of children. She also designed many stained glass windows, including a memorial window for President McKinley in Ohio. She built many windows of her own design for many churches, as well as painting mural decorations for them. The magazines she illustrated for were Woman’s Home Companion, Woman’s World, Literary Digest, Modern Priscilla, Farmer’s Wife, Canadian Hone-Journal, and Holland’s.

Happy Friday

John 15:13

Thankful 'Thirteen

Friday Blessings

Isaiah 26:3

Billy Graham Quote

Psalm 145:8

God Has Something For You To Do!

Proverbs 12:25


Good Morning!

A Knapsack Full of Paints [about John James Audubon]

A Knapsack Full of Paints [about John James Audubon]
I have an antique Book of Birds by John James Audubon… here is my children's story about this man:
A Knapsack Full of Paints
BJ and Dobbin, her pony, were out for the day exploring when suddenly she came upon a flock of many kinds of birds, flying in the sky. A man with a knapsack, notebook, and a dog was standing near the swollen Mississippi River bottomlands. He opened his knapsack and then took out many colors of paints.
“ Excuse me, my name is BJ and this is my pony Dobbin. What are you doing with all those paints way out here in the bottomlands? “
“ Hello BJ, my name is John James Audubon. I am an artist and have come here to paint at this location, because there are many kinds of birds here.”
“ Do you only paint birds?” asked BJ.
“ Yes, I paint many kinds on my canvas.”
“ Where are you from and do you travel far to paint?”
“ I now live in Princeton, Indiana, but before that I lived in Elizabethtown, Kentucky. I had a shop there where I sold Sunday clothes to many customers. Yes, I travel far in my journeys. I cover thousands of miles on many trips in the Ohio and Mississippi regions. I now have settled in Princeton, Indiana.”
“ Do you always travel alone?”
“ Oh yes, because this would not be an interesting journey for others. I leave my wife with friends while I travel to paint birds in the wilderness. I watch their feeding habits and also how they interact with other birds.”
“ What will you do with all those paintings? I’m sure you have many.”
“ Yes, I have quite a collection! I sometimes travel to give exhibitions of my work. I hope to one day have enough for a book. It will be in many parts and will be called The Wild Birds of America. “
“ Don’t you get lonely being by yourself? “
“ Yes, I do BJ. My friend Abraham Lincoln sometimes walks with me. Many times I float the rivers. He and I both love people and birds. “
“ What kinds of birds are you looking for this time? “
“ I paint whatever I may see. On my last trip I painted wild pigeons, “ said Mr. Audubon.
“ I notice you have a notebook. What do you write in it? “
“ I make notes of everything I see and paint. I recently wrote a paper that I read before the Natural History Society of London on habits of the wild pigeon. “
“ Do you think everyone likes what you write and speak about? “
“ No BJ, not everyone. Some doubted that I love pigeons like I said I did.”
“ What did you say to convince them? “
“ I’m not sure I can convince people about that. I said that the pigeons were God’s creation, too and that His love is modified by different degrees of intelligence in different beings and creatures. “
“ That’s a beautiful way to put it. If they don’t believe after explaining it that way, then they will never be convinced. But, I just know that someday you will get your bird book published. “
“ I will keep painting and traveling until I have enough paintings of different species, to get it published. “
“ We must be going now Mr. Audubon, I have enjoyed meeting you and learning of your craft. I wish you lots of luck, “ said BJ, as she glanced to see Dobbin playing with Mr. Audubon’s dog.
“ It’s been a pleasure having someone to visit with out here in these bottomlands, BJ. I hope you will catch up with me again someday. “
“ Good-bye, I hope someday to see your book of birds published,” yelled BJ, as Dobbin trotted off with her.
Mr. Audubon stood up and waved his hat, as if well pleased that he had had a visitor!