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Metal Man Real Man How many times have I toad you?! What about your dreams?

Poignant Pugsley Prayer

"Father in heaven, save me from becoming too earthbound. Help me to see in all created things, the hand of the creator. Open my eyes that I may discern about me the signs of the eternal world. Grant me to know that it is a very thin veil which separates me from those who have reached their heavenly home. Permit me to walk the way of my earthly pilgrimage with the music of heaven in my heart; for the sake of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour. Amen."      From  In Sorrow’s Lone Hour  by Clemen t H . Pugsley


Quirky Cockaboody 

Sunday Drive Late Winter

Bennington Kansas Country through Smoky Valley  Looking toward Bavaria Sunset

Multi-Purpose Prayer

Mike found In Sorrow's Lone Hour,  by Clement H. Pugsley  while we were browsing the book section of a thrift shop recently. Here is a prayer from the chapter called Further Prayers for the Dark Hour which seems to be a beautiful multi-purpose praye r : " O Lord God, in Whom we live, and move, and have our being, open our eyes that we may behold Thy Fatherly presence ever about us. Draw our hearts to Thee with the power of Thy love. Teach us to be anxious for nothing, and when we have done what Thou hast given us to do, help us, O God our Saviour, to leave the issue to Thy wisdom. Take from us all doubt and mistrust. Lift our thoughts up to Thee in heaven, and make us to know that all things are possible to us through Thy Son  our Redeemer. Amen."   Bishop Westcott

There's something about music: Timshel by Mumford and Sons

These brothers have held our hands through some stormy sailing lately. I'm thankful   for music and for encouragement. Can't view video?  Look here! Another live recording of Timshel: Please look here if the video is missing!

A year has passed.

It seems that a year would be time enough to form words for the flood of thoughts and emotions,  but "words don't go far enough".   We'll go to the cemetery and lay roses on the grave today. I've come undone and I'd stay that way were it not for the hope of Christ. Death is an ending here, but also a beginning for the believer in Christ's gift of redemption. "...and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us." Romans 5:5  Mom's last visit at our house:  Tab and the kids were here from Florida. Peek-a-boo Tabitha and Naomi, My Dad is behind Tab. Mike's Dad is in the jean jacket. Marcail is looking at a book and Henry is next to Mom. 2011 Four Generations of Love, Sweet Love Mom and I spent many years practicing love, sweet love.   “And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My  hope is in You."  Psalm 39:7

Wise Bestowment

"Trusting in the Father's wise bestowment" is  a mouthful and a mindful. For the tune and to sing along- Source: Day By Day, And With Each Passing Moment Day by day, and with each passing moment, Strength I find to meet my trials here; Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment, I've no cause for worry or for fear. He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure, Gives unto each day what He deems best, Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure, Mingling toil with peace and rest. Every day the Lord Himself is near me, With a special mercy for each hour; All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me, He whose name is Counsellor and Pow'r. The protection of His child and treasure Is a charge that on Himself He laid; "As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure," This the pledge to me He made. Help me then, in every tribulation, So to trust Thy promises, O Lord, That I lose


I'm too young to remember Bob Dylan at his most famous. The song here was released in 1965 on a 45 rpm vinyl single. I never even owned a vinyl record of his songs, but recently Mike and I bought a cd of his greatest hits. I got stuck on Subterranean Homesick Blues.  Mike has had to listen to it "one more time" more than once. I could go on about what the lyrics mean and blah, blah, blah, but nah… you could just listen to Bob Dylan's flash card  version: "Get sick, get well  Hang around an ink well  Ring bell, hard to tell  If anything is goin’ to sell"  and "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows" plus the rest of the  lyrics here.   Watch two generations jam to Dylan: Subterranean Homesick Blues -- Bob Dylan Cover - Awesome video clips here