Sunday Verse

Revelation 3:20 NKJV

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.

Posted via Blogaway

The Mysteries of the No Named Elf :

 The Lost Candy

            One upon a time there was a…

Wait a minute. Haven’t we heard this before? Let me rephrase that…

Once, well more like last year, there was an elf that lived on a shelf. Now you are probably wondering what the elf’s name is, well that’s a problem. This is because the elf had no name. It was known only as the elf on the shelf or just elf. I would tell you why this elf had no name, but to tell the truth I don’t have a clue. I guess the kids just never named him. Though you would think this to be troublesome for the little elf, but it was not. He actually lived a decent life, had friends or a friend I should say, and had a good home, more like a shelf. Okay so the elf was a little lonely, but the kids loved him, this was the only thing that mattered to him. This made it not matter that the teddy bears would mock him and call him rude names like ‘No Namer’ and ‘Fameless Nameless’. He didn’t care about that. He only cared for the kids. They would wake up in the morning and look throughout the house to find him. Then when they got home from school they would look once again. Then right before bed they would say good night to him. If only he knew what would happen if it all came to an end…

It all started when the children came home with important information.

“Mommy! Mommy!” the little girl yelled

“Daddy! Daddy!” the little boy shouted

“Guess what we learned today!” they both proclaimed simultaneously

“What did you two learn today?” their mother asked joyfully

“We learned that if you leave a letter in your shoe for Santa then he will come and get it and leave candy in your shoe!” the little girl answered cheerfully

“Yeah and we want to write letters so we can get candy!” announced the little boy

“Okay then let’s go write some letters to Santa.” said their father

So off they went to write to letters. Once they were done the parents put to letters in the shoes while to little ones fell asleep. Then, while they dreamed of sugar plum fairies and Lemon heads, Santa snuck down to chimney and to the shoes with a sack full of candy. He took to notes and left the candy. When to children woke the next morning they ran to their shoes and saw the mountain of candy they jumped for joy. They couldn’t believe that it had worked. So they did that every night after that. And while all this went on at night the elf was asleep. Tilted in the shelf he had no idea what would happen next…

When to children woke on the morning of the fifth day they ran to their snow boots and sparkly slippers to find that the candy was gone. The shoes were as barren as a desert. They turned to their parents who pointed their fingers to none other than the elf on the shelf. The kids took it lightly and didn’t get mad. They thought to themselves ‘he was just hungry and forgot to save some.’ So they forgot all about it. Then the next night the same thing happened. Now the kids got mad and no longer liked the elf. The parents finally said “Okay, if the elf steals the candy again then we will put him in storage.” When the elf heard this his little heart sank. It shattered and crack. He said to himself “I must find the thief and bring him to justice.” So He made a plan. He would look, of course, around the house while everyone was gone.

That day he started his search. First he looked by the shoes. Nothing. Then under the tree. Nothing. Then the kitchen. Nothing. Finally he was going to give up when he saw it. He saw it in the doggy door. He found the first clue. A candy wrapper. It was lodged in the bottom right corner and dangled on one side. He looked through the door and saw nothing other than the road, the festive houses beyond it, and a trail of wrappers. So he tucked his head back through the door and looked for the dog, which was gone too. So he grabbed his only friend Dusty, who was a mute dust bunny who was only made of the dust and fuzz that you find under the couch with two pennies for eyes, and told him what was going on.

Once Dusty got the gist of it they headed out the doggie door and followed the trail of candy wrappers. Seeing where to trail lead they prepared to cross the dreaded-black-top road. Then when they got there a car zipped past. This made them very nervous and they both looked at each other.

“Are you ready to so this Dusty?”

“…”

“Ready?”

“…”

“Okay. One. Two. Three!”

Then they ran. They sprinted so fast that a roadrunner passing would have stopped, thinking that they would run right into him. Once they got to the other side they stopped to finally catch their breath. Then they followed the trail once more, which lead to the house right across the street from their own. They gapped at the house and wondered why the wrappers lead to this house. The house of the mean little girl that stole toys from the other little kids on the block. Then they saw the doggie door leading into the house and saw the other wrapper lodged into its corner just like the other one it their own. So they climbed through the door and looked around. Finally they heard something. They heard the dog bark and the little girl laugh. It was coming from the kitchen. They walked in and saw the doge giving the girl a bucket if candy. He had finally found the thief.

They ran back home and got into their spots. They were about to stop the thief and show the family that he was innocent. The plan was to tie the mongrel up with the bucket filled with the empty wrappers. Then when the family got home they would see the evidence and he would be saved.

The dog came in the door and we nabbed him. We tied the rope onto its collar and tied the pooch to the shelf  by the shoes. They only had a moment before the family would come in. So the elf hoped up on the shelf and Dusty sat under the couch. Then they came in. The kids saw the wrappers and gasped. The parents saw the dog tied up and  wondered what had happened. The family realized that the dog was taking the candy and that the elf was innocent. So I guess you can say that they lived happily ever after. Well for now anyway.

The End

Another Single Lady's Chirstmas

   Do you ever wonder why the mistletoe gets hung where you walk, and there is nothing but the walk to kiss? Do you ever wonder why the world shows us theses happy ice skating couples that just mock us. Do you ever...
   Well raise your glass to the single ladies who are still looking for love and looking forward to another single lady's Christmas.

If only she knew how we feel right now. Then she could sing us another song that makes us feel better about our status in the status quo.

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"

Erich Fromm 

"Where there is love there is life."

Mahatma Gandhi

 

"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up."

James A. Baldwin

 

 

 

 

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

The Dark...

    I heard this song on the radio today (video at the bottom) and it got me thinking. Why are some of us afraid of the dark? I have a friend who once, well more like twice, told me that people aren't afraid of the dark. They are just scared of whats in it. I think of it like this...

    "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." -Plato 

 

Sunday Verse

PRO15.1.NKJV
A soft answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger.

Posted via Blogaway

Fancy Grape and Mr. Turtle

   Once upon a time in a magical kitchen there lived a fancy grape and she was the nicest grape you have ever seen. She welcomed all the new foods in the fridge and would even help them move in. She couldn't wait to get up it the morning to go and see all the new friends that she could make. Then one day a turtle walked in to the kitchen. Every one closed there doors and peeked through there windows to see what was going on and who this stranger was. Fancy Grape being who she was (nice, kind, and sweet) decided to go and say 'hello'. When she walked over to the turtle she noticed how slow he was. She wondered why he was so slow, but didn't want to be rude so she kept her thoughts to herself. Then finally she said hi...
   "Hello Mr. Turtle!"
   "Hello Ms. Fancy Grape. How are you?"
   "Good. How are you today Mr. Turtle?"
   "Oh, just fine. Just fine."
   "Where are headed on this fine day?"
   "Oh, just over to Mrs. Chocolate Chips for some cookies that she made me."
   "Can I tag along?"
   "Why yes you can. I could always use some company. I travel my days alone most of the time now. Don't know why. I just know that when I come people shut there doors and only peek out the window to see what I'm doing and which way I'm headed."
   "Well that is strange. I wonder why they do that."
   "It might be because I am new to the area and because I'm not a kind of food like the rest of you folk. They might think that I'm gonna eat them. Which I would never. Ever. All I eat are Mrs. Chocolate Chip's carrot and soy cookies."
   "Maybe I can help with that. You go ahead and once you pick up your cookies meet me at the counter and we will fix all of this.
   "Why thank you Fancy Grape you are such a good friend."
   Once Mr. Turtle started heading toward Mrs. Chocolate Chip's house Fancy Grape turned and started heading for the town in the fridge. Once she got there she told every one to come to the counter for a town meeting. Only minutes after they got there Mr. Turtle showed up. You could tell that some of the town's food was scared because the shook like branched blowing in a storm. Fancy Grape called to Mr. Turtle to come over and once he finally got over to her she told everyone how nice Mr. Turtle was and how that all he ate was Mrs. Chocolate Chip's carrot and soy cookies. Once she was done Every one looked around at one another, then they cheered. After that no one ever hid when he came around and they even made him cookies.

And That my friends is the end if another Fancy Grape story

The End

The House

   I walk into a home with a welcome mat on the front porch. The door is canvassed in modern holiday decor and the sent of fresh pine and spiced cinnamon cookies filled my nose with a warm joyful sent that raps my whole body in a delightful hug of comfort. I hear the Carol of the Bells ringing in the living room. The sizzle of cooking food hums in my ear. I sit down on the white leather couch admiring the space. I look up and see the brilliant chandler hanging in the middle of the large room.  It had three layers to it and dangling about one to two inches below each tier were little clear gold colored crystals that shown like yellow diamonds. Though you would think that if you tried to walk under the thing you would hit your head, but the ceiling was so high up that not even a giant could reach it. I looked at the floor and saw, instead of a normal dark mahogany hardwood flooring that you would expect to see in this manner of a home, a square tile patterning of pure ivory carpet and midnight African Blackwood. The walls were painted black and white, black being what you saw in front and in behind you when sitting on the couch and white at your sides. The ceiling was black sponge painted with white tips. You probably don't believe me when you read want I am writing right now, but this as true as the beating of both of our hearts right now as you read this. As I was saying though, in the middle of the room stood a small adman that looked like a stout little zebra painted in a rustic gold color with a striped blanket over the abdomen.
   As I admired the small figure in the room, I realized that there were more majestic rooms in this house. So I stood up and walked into the next room with great admiration. of the design of the room. The walls were covered in red climbing roses vines and that walls were painted a deep dark green that seemed to come for only the royalists of colors. The floors were covered in a beautiful grass green shag carpet. In the center of the room was a cherry oak dinning table with thorny, rose carvings. Surrounding the table were matching chairs...

The Fancy Grape and Mrs. Chocolate Chip

  Once upon a time there was a magical kitchen. And in the kitchen there lived a Fancy Grape and a Mrs. Chocolate Chip. One day Fancy Grape, being the nicest grape in all of the kitchen, she decided to go and say hello to old Mrs. Chocolate Chip. So she walked over to her house and knocked on the door. When Mrs. Chocolate Chip opened the door she said "Now what on this counter top do you want?" and Fancy Grape said "Well I just wanted to come and say "'Hello' to you on this great day." But Mrs. Chocolate Chip was in a very bad mood that day and said "I do not want a hello from anyone today and it is not a great day it is a very glum day for me because I want to make sugar cookies but I am out of sugar." So Fancy Grape said "Well why don't you go to the store and get some?" And Mrs. Chocolate Chip replied very angrily "Well the nearest store is five blocks of cheese away and I can't walk that far. Also I am very sleepy and it is too hot out for me to walk there even if i could walk that far." So Fancy Grape got the idea to go to the store for Mrs. Chocolate Chip and get her the sugar that she needs. So she asked her what kind of sugar she needed and Mrs. Chocolate Chip said that she needed some chocolate sugar for her special chocolate sugar cookies. So Fancy Grape went to the store to get the sugar that Mrs. Chocolate Chip needed for her cookies. When she got back to the house and gave the sugar to her and she said, "Thank you for the sugar. Now leave so I can make my cookies.
   The next day Fancy Grape went back to Mrs. Chocolate Chip and asked if the cookies were done and Mrs. Chocolate Chip and she said "I have no more cookies because I ate them all." Then she slammed the door and walked away but as she was Fancy Grape said "Well do you want me to get you more sugar?" and Mrs. Chocolate Chip said "Well go ahead but I don't want you coming back and waking me from my nap so just leave it on the porch step." So Fancy Grape did as he was told and left the new bag of chocolate sugar on the porch step. But little did she know that Mrs. Chocolate Chip had tricked her. She would wait by the door until Fancy Grape got there and then finally wait till she left. She would then take the sugar and make her cookies. Eating them all again. But since The Fancy Grape knew of no such trickery she kept on doing so. Everyday she would go to the store and get what Mrs. Chocolate Chip needed for her cookies.
   Though she noticed that Mrs. Chocolate Chip was getting bigger and bigger with every bag of sugar, till one day Mrs. Chocolate Chip could not fit in her house. So the next day she got Mrs. Chocolate Chip a special bag of carrot sugar. Then she noticed that Mrs. Chocolate Chip was smaller. Then for the next week she did the same, giving Mrs. Chocolate Chip carrot sugar instead of chocolate sugar. Till finally one day Mrs. Chocolate Chip was back to her normal size and on that day Fancy Grape knocked on the door "waking" Mrs. Chocolate Chip and then she said to her " Mrs. Chocolate Chip you need to eat more healthier. You don't want to have to move out of your house because you out grew it again. So next time can you make a batch of granola bar and maybe share them with me?" Then Mrs. Chocolate Chip looked at her and said "Yes I will and thank you for helping me even when I was so mean to you."

And That my friends is the end if another Fancy Grape story

The End

The Pirate Ship That I Rode!!!⛵

I rode on a pirate ship,

But it was like no other.

It was big...

No,

Oh no it was HUGE..,

And orange. 

It had so many levels and rooms...

Like a video game.

But it wasn't just the ship that amazed me,

Because when I looked out over the water...

It was green!

Not like the other pictures that you see,

Where the water is blue.

But what made my head spin...

Was the name of it!

Because most pirate ships have scary names...

Like Sea Hag, or Black Death.

No 

No 

No

It was named...

The Ferry

The Fancy Grape and The Unwanted Key (part 1)

   Once upon a five minutes ago I was a normal grape. You know the kind that socialize with their bunch of companions and get mocked horribly by the previously opened can of peas. That "normal life" sort of speak. But now I have a whole nother problem, all because of a small filthy little key that I found under an old stale cracker on the floor.

    It all started with me getting to the floor which is a great mystery, because I haven't the slightest idea of how I got there. I seem to have just walk off and fell off the counter. But this key of sorts is my biggest problem of any because there is no lock in sight that is neither small enough nor big enough for this rubbish little key. I don't have a clue what to do with something of this sort. 'Should I leave it or not?' That is the defining question that is dangling in my mind. It seems that the answer is placed right in front of my very round and chubby face but it some how eludes me to the very point of madness. 'Am I really going crazy over this puny impure key?' I had to ask my self this in order to regain some sort of sanity. I sit and think about what to do with this key and I decided that...

To be continued...

Gold

         Some may say that a fish has neither woes nor worries. Pets, you may say, have it the best. Though you may be wrong…

SPLASH!!!

         I started to awaken from the blow of hitting the water. It felt as though I fell on the hard, stone cold, sidewalk material you people know as concrete, instead of the soft, clear liquid that I had called home all my life. I looked back at my silky tail to see if it was still there and when did I saw that it was indeed there, along with the unchangeable, defaced, stubborn scars. But there was nothing and no one else. I was not with the others that I had known for so long. I was alone. In a prison that was deserted other than me.

         Like any inmate that I knew, and for your information yes I was in to doghouse for sometime but I would not like to say why because I am not proudest of it. Any way, any good, and I stress GOOD, inmate would know that there is always a way out. So I ran as fast as I could until…

THUMP!

         Bouncing of the glass, I shook it off, and charged again.

Then again, and again. Then once more, because I was only so desperate. I probably hit every spot of transparency on that invisible wall. Finally giving up, I took a nap. I figured that if I slept I could lose the pounding head ache and regain some strength, along with some dignity.

         When I came to I looked around. I saw the baby blue sky, the growing green trees, and the birds. Oh the birds, how I envy them. Then I got up and thought about flying. I thought about trying to fly but soon changed my mind because I remembered Jimmy, rest in peace my good old friend. So I just started swimming around. I think I made about twelve laps around that cell before I just got bored. So I started talking to the rocks that I soon came to know as Rocky.

         “Hello Rocky!”

         “…”

         “How’s the weather down there?”

         “…”

         “Are you shunning me?”

         “…”

         “Me, your only friend in this place! You are shunning ME!”

         “…”

         “Well I hate you too. Now I am shunning you.”

         “…”

         “Starting now.”

         Since Rocky was so obviously ignoring me, I decided to talk to Sherlock, the seaweed.

         “Hi buddy!”

“…”

“Not you too,” …

And so it went on until I was bored with that, so I blew bubbles. Which wasn’t much better. So I slept some more. Then…

SPLASH!!!

         Then there came another. She was the kind of fish that others would want only for her beauty. Her scales shimmered in the gleaming sun and her tail flowed behind her like limp butterfly wings.

“Hello?”

“What? What? What do you want?” I said hiding behind Sherlock. I could not stand the thought of her seeing me with the scars of my past life.

“Where am I”

“A better question is, what is your name?”

“Bonnie, Bonnie the goldfish”

“Clyde, Clyde Goldfish”

“How do you do? And can you tell me where I am?”

“A fishbowl. An ugly, boring, with nothing to do fish bowl. So make yourself at home because we’re gonna be here awhile,” I told her with the most serious face I could put on.

“Well is there a way out?”

“No”

“Not one spot you haven’t tried?”

“No”

“But isn’t there…”

“Stop asking questions!” I yelled. And I mean yelled. It felt like an earthquake because of the vibrations hitting the inside of the bowl.

         It was quiet again.

         Days past and we didn’t speak. I swam circles and she would take a deep breath, then go to the surface to look around. She would talk to herself at times but that was it. One day though, things got strange.

         I soon learned that our “owner” was a scientist, like the ones in the movies that are complete psychos. He studied all different types of things, but recently he was interested in the domesticated goldfish. One day, though, he put a weird tube in our bowl. The tube was connected to a tank that said TOXIC on it. He turned the knob on the tank and started taking notes. I felt a little tired and fell asleep.

         When I woke up I felt dizzy and I could see that Bonnie was bumping repeatedly into the wall. I soon started laughing uncontrollably.

         It turns out the doc put a strange poison in our bowl to see what the effects were on fish. So I was a guinea pig for life.

         We died three days later from what you might say was “an uncontrollable OD". The psycho that killed us is still on he loose and killing more fish like us.  So that was my life. In a fishbowl. I lived with a beauty of gold and did nothing for it.My only hope is that who ever reads this will do other wise, because when you have something, as I did, you don't want to set them free.

-Clyde Goldfish

I'm a...

  I awoke in a peculiar place. If you knew what I was you wouldn't be so surprised. That is because I'm a hermit, a homeless person, a refuge to society. Its the norm to wake in an unexpected place, but this time it was a different story. You see I awoke in a breadbox. I awoke in a house wife's best friend when it comes to the fluffy and sometimes even doughy baked object that can cost five to ten bucks, depending on the location. Yes, a breadbox. I looked around trying to find a way out but the dumb thing was shout, closed for business, and out of order. The sound of a fork dropping and the sharpening of knives made me jump back three inches. Which in my case is a lot. Then the heavenly smell of dark chocolate taunted my nose. It made me want to chew a hole in the box so I could get out, but that was not an option. I couldn't let the humans see me or I would be dead. So I just sat there waiting for the box to open so I could make my escape, but nothing happened. Oh and by the way I forgot to tell you. I'm a door mouse.

The Escape

Alright here is the story of my escape...

   I was getting to old to stay in my house alone after my loving husband passed. I was to blind to see anything and I wouldn't be able to hear a bomb go of even if I wanted to, or at least that is what the doctors said. I felt like I was still fifty-five. At the time I was eighty, but still had some youth left in me. I felt like I could run a marathon. I could see better without my glasses and could hear just fine. But the doc wouldn't have any of it. He said "At your age you need to be in a nursing house. Then that way there will always be someone there to help you and your family can come and see you any time." But I know that it was all rubbish. He wasn't even a real doctor. My daughter found him online. Bless that child, she is so loving but she is down right dumb. There weren't any certificates on the wall or anything. But what he said goes. So that is how I wound up here.
   My escape stated on a day like any other. I ate my bland mush and went talk with the other seniors. We would sit and talk all day about how to get out of here. Until that morning when I hatched up the prefect plan. I told the others and they were up for it. You see when you are in an elderly home no one come to see you, and I mean no one. So you get very lonely and bored. The next day we executed the plan.
   It started with making Big Mo, the clumsiest person there fall. That would get all the nurses and even the directer distracted, while we snuck out. It all worked just fine until the director turned around to see us taking a hike. Once I knew that she saw us I ran. Oh boy, did I run. I ran up that hill as fast as I could. The director got so mad that her face turned red and started screaming orders at every one. She yell for one of the nurses and told her to go and get me. But I was already half way up the hill before she even came out the door. But boy, once she saw me she ran as fast as she could trying to catch up to me. I was almost to the top when she finally caught me and I was mad. I was so close to freedom that I could almost taste it. She dragged me back to the home and called my family to tell them what happened. So they came to see me and I told them the truth and that I hated it there. So they brought me home with them and I never had to see that horrible place any more.
                              The End

Belief 🙏

Some one once ask me way we believe in things like religion. And this is what I said..    

It is a glimmer of hope  in the darkened days of our sometimes lonely lives.

Spares us from the truth of humanity that scares us half to death.

And helps us make it through the day without going completely mad.

Happy Thanksgiving

Facts that will blow your mind!!!!!!

Old Oak Tree 🌳

Nothing can compare to an old oak tree,

The trunk is bigger that the most loving man's heart,

The branches are stronger than a bridge,

It grows faster than a fright train,  

Nothing can compare to an old oak tree.

Wonder in the Day

Have you ever wondered? No, I'm not kidding. I'm really asking YOU if you have ever wondered. And no this is not a sick practical joke. I ask you this because I thought recently about how many times in a day we wonder and how many times we wonder a week, then a month, then a year... a lifetime. So really I should reword my question. It should be more like, how many times do you wonder in a life time (or to make it simple a day)? So how many times do you wonder in a day? Ten, fifteen, fifty? We all wonder so just fess up all ready. There is no shame in wondering. And another question I could ask you is, what do you wonder about? I wonder probably a hundred time a day. No joke. I wonder about what we will do next and what I will learn though my faults and mistakes. But one thing that I can bet you dont wonder about is... wait for it... NOW. Yes, that three lettered, nagging, little word that you hear a thousand times a day. Now. So do you? Do you you wonder about what in the world is going on now? Do you wonder what in the world you are doing right now. Do you ever wonder why you are doing what you are doing? Well, do you? Think about it. You will thank me later on in life...

Sunday Verse 🙏

You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You. (Isaiah 26:3 NKJV)

Best Pic Ever

OMG I love this pic...Too CUTE!!!!!!

Sunday Verse

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. (Ephesians 2:8, 9 KJV)

The Pirate Ship That I Rode!!!⛵

This goes to my peeps in Jersey....

I rode on a pirate ship,

But it was like no other.

It was big...

No,

Oh no it was HUGE..,

And orange. 

It had so many levels and rooms...

Like a video game.

But it wasn't just the ship that amazed me,

Because when I looked out over the water...

It was green!

Not like the other pictures that you see,

Where the water is blue.

But what made my head spin...

Was the name of it!

Because most pirate ships have scary names...

Like Sea Hag, or Black Death.

No 

No 

No

It was named...

The Ferry

Riddle 2

What instrument can make any sound

And be heard, but not touched or seen?

Some things

There are some things in life that can't be ignored. Some things  that never let you be. That jumps and bumps and boggles your mind. Some things that...

Feel Good Friday👍

Hay you ever done something so good that it mAde you feel super good on the inside too? Well I did that today and it made my day. I hope that you can feel that good too. 

-Feel Good Friday👍

Riley M 

Black & White

   When you look at these black an white picture what do you see? Do you see the faces of people at an old movie theater wearing 3D glasses? Do you see a snowy street or a tiger looking to the left?
Or even a crowd of people with one man in the middle holding up a sign that says "A BETTER WORLD IS POSSIBLE"? Do you know what i see? I see three colors. Not one, two, or even fifty. I see three and those three are black...white...and everything in between.

Riddle

What is it that has four legs,

One head and a foot?

 Comment on what you think it is.

Sunday Verse

For do I now persuade men, or God? Or do I seek to please men? For if I still pleased men, I would not be a bondservant of Christ. (Galatians 1:10 NKJV)

Day and Night

The sun rises
Then It sets

The moon shines
The night's protector
It watches over the dreams

Then...
Finally...
It too sleeps
Fading into to light

And the sun then says
Hello

Bible Verse

My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth. (I John 3:18 NKJV)

Do You Ever...

   Do you ever think that there is so much crap going on at once? Do you ever wonder why the sunrise is the way that it is? Do you ever...
   This is a question that I ask myself all the time. Every minute of the day is filled with a question and this is one of mine. I wonder, question, think, but rarely do I ever ask. I never ask people my questions and never wonder out loud. I don't do this because I think that I will be judged wrongly because I wonder what we would all do if we didn't wonder or wonder what would do if we were all bubbles. So I don't. I keep my mouth shut and hold my tongue. So I dare you to WOL (Wonder Out Loud). So go ahead and start...

Go Reds

Hay fellow bloggers/readers I am at the Reds game. Go Reds!!!!!!! ⚾

Imagine This...

A blade of grass waving gentaly in the air. Held down by it's roots it stays grounded. But it hopes for more. It dreams to be tall. As tall as the mountains. It holds it's head up high. It's thoughts in the clouds. Hoping. Dreaming. Wishing, to be tall.

Light

The light flows through the windows.
It floads the floors and,
Fills the room.
If you hold your hand up to it,
You feel it's warmth and then,
It hugs you.
Raps you in a delightful blanket.
Makes you feel safe and sound.
Like a small child going to bed,
Not having to worry about monsters under them.

A Name

A name,

To some it defines you,

Tells the world who you are,

A fancy word on a name tag,

Or even on a store window,

Bill board,

Street sign.

So what is a name?

And a Shakespeare once said...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Life and Your Journey Through It

We close doors,
And open windows.

We draw the curtains,
And turn on the lights.

We reach for the stars,
Till we have no more ladder left.

We walk and walk,
Till the sidewalk ends.

We find the safety of your homes,
And find that where ever our heart is we feel at home.

We are born one day,
And die the next.

But we all go though a journey,
A that journey is called life.

Stars

They twinkle in the sky
They glitter

Sparkle

And shine

They show us the way home

And rock us to sleep

And you may wonder

What they are

But just to let you know they are not what you think

They are...

 Twinkling

 Glittering

Sparkling

Shinny

Little

Fire Flies




"We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle."
-Marilyn Monroe

The Writer

I have no home,
So I lie in the grass.

I feel no pain,
So I pretend to cry.

I do not "fit in",
But neither do you.

I don't have much,
But I do have words.

My words are my world.

They are my doorway
out of this life of mine.

I could be a new person
With a new choice,
Or a run-a-way grandma
Who is in a chase,
Or even a very fancy grape.

I could live in a world all of my own.

One that I create all on my own.

I could live on a green moon,
Or a purple Mars.

I could live a life that I want.

A life like a dream.

A life like a cloud in the breeze.

And no one can stop me,
Oh no,
Not even you.

Sunday Verse

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Sunday Verse

Proverbs 18:2 NKJV

A fool has no delight in understanding, But in expressing his own heart.

Happy Early 4TH!!!!

Hello the the very few people who read this blog. I just wanted to tell you all that I know that it is early but I want to wish you a happy 4th of July!!!!!!!!

Sunday's Verse

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

One in Another... Continued

   I could not believe the sight of the girl that I looked at. I knew that she was a stranger but she had a gently look in her eye. A look that I had seen before. I couldn't say where or when but it was a look that was implanted in my memory. A memory that had faded little since last looked upon.

                                                                ~

   After a time of gazing into that puddle I started walking. I began walking to the village that I had seen before. But for a split second I hesitated. I wondered what would happen as I stepped into that small village. I wondered if I would be excepted into their daily lives. I wondered... but I kept on walking. Walking toward that small village. With it's small people and small things. It's small church steeple and small fields of veg that is most certainly not forgotten because it bursts with bright red, orange, and yellow crops. I walked on and on until I was there. In that small village. I saw the church and the things. I saw the field with the crops of red, orange, and yellow. But most importantly I saw the people and what they were doing on this day. I saw that they bustled around trying to find what the were looking for and to the places that they needed to be. I could tell that they all look for some thing that they all longed for. Something that they rarely thought about because just the thought would make them want it more even though they knew that they could never have it. Though I don't know why but I felt compelled to help them, but I don't know how to do that. I don't know what they want or even how to get it. I then asked my self ' do they deserve it?' So I kept walking through that village and wonder while I wondered...

Sunday Verse

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.

Sunday Verse

Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.

Sunday Verse

Galatians 5:24 KJV

And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.

Gold

-->         Some may say that a fish has neither woes nor worries. Pets, you may say, have it the best. Though you may be wrong…

SPLASH!!!

         I started to awaken from the blow of hitting the water. It felt as though I fell on the hard, stone cold, sidewalk material you people know as concrete, instead of the soft, clear liquid that I had called home all my life. I looked back at my silky tail to see if it was still there and when did I saw that it was indeed there, along with the unchangeable, defaced, stubborn scars. But there was nothing and no one else. I was not with the others that I had known for so long. I was alone. In a prison that was deserted other than me.

         Like any inmate that I knew, and for your information yes I was in to doghouse for sometime but I would not like to say why because I am not proudest of it. Any way, any good, and I stress GOOD, inmate would know that there is always a way out. So I ran as fast as I could until…

THUMP!

         Bouncing of the glass, I shook it off, and charged again.

Then again, and again. Then once more, because I was only so desperate. I probably hit every spot of transparency on that invisible wall. Finally giving up, I took a nap. I figured that if I slept I could lose the pounding head ache and regain some strength, along with some dignity.

         When I came to I looked around. I saw the baby blue sky, the growing green trees, and the birds. Oh the birds, how I envy them. Then I got up and thought about flying. I thought about trying to fly but soon changed my mind because I remembered Jimmy, rest in peace my good old friend. So I just started swimming around. I think I made about twelve laps around that cell before I just got bored. So I started talking to the rocks that I soon came to know as Rocky.

         “Hello Rocky!”

         “…”

         “How’s the weather down there?”

         “…”

         “Are you shunning me?”

         “…”

         “Me, your only friend in this place! You are shunning ME!”

         “…”

         “Well I hate you too. Now I am shunning you.”

         “…”

         “Starting now.”

         Since Rocky was so obviously ignoring me, I decided to talk to Sherlock, the seaweed.

         “Hi buddy!”

“…”

“Not you too,” …

And so it went on until I was bored with that, so I blew bubbles. Which wasn’t much better. So I slept some more. Then…

SPLASH!!!

         Then there came another. She was the kind of fish that others would want only for her beauty. Her scales shimmered in the gleaming sun and her tail flowed behind her like limp butterfly wings.

“Hello?”

“What? What? What do you want?” I said hiding behind Sherlock. I could not stand the thought of her seeing me with the scars of my past life.

“Where am I”

“A better question is, what is your name?”

“Bonnie, Bonnie the goldfish”

“Clyde, Clyde Goldfish”

“How do you do? And can you tell me where I am?”

“A fishbowl. An ugly, boring, with nothing to do fish bowl. So make yourself at home because we’re gonna be here awhile,” I told her with the most serious face I could put on.

“Well is there a way out?”

“No”

“Not one spot you haven’t tried?”

“No”

“But isn’t there…”

“Stop asking questions!” I yelled. And I mean yelled. It felt like an earthquake because of the vibrations hitting the inside of the bowl.

         It was quiet again.

         Days past and we didn’t speak. I swam circles and she would take a deep breath, then go to the surface to look around. She would talk to herself at times but that was it. One day though, things got strange.

         I soon learned that our “owner” was a scientist, like the ones in the movies that are complete psychos. He studied all different types of things, but recently he was interested in the domesticated goldfish. One day, though, he put a weird tube in our bowl. The tube was connected to a gas tank that said LAUGHING GAS on it. He turned the knob on the tank and started taking notes. I felt a little tired and fell asleep.

         When I woke up I felt dizzy and I could see that Bonnie was bumping repeatedly into the wall. I soon started laughing uncontrollably.

         It turns out the doc put laughing gas in our bowl to see what the effects were on fish. So I was a guinea pig for life.

         We died three days later from what you might say was “laughing to death”. the psycho that killed us is still on he loose and killing more fish like us.  So that was my life. In a fishbowl. I lived with a beauty of gold and did nothing for it.My only hope is that who ever reads thins will do other wise, because when you have something, as I did, you don't want to set them free.

-Clyde Goldfish

A Walk in a Graveyard

    One cold, dark Halloween night, I decided to take a shortcut through the graveyard. I walked along the bent fence all the way to the rusted gate. The grass was dying and the leaves were falling. I stepped in a crunchy pile of brown leaves. There were acorns all over and the branches of the tall trees swayed in the breeze. The full moon and stars were shining brilliantly bright. I suddenly hit something with my foot. I looked to see what it was and saw a small grey headstone in my way. I heard a faint crying sound in the distance. I looked over my left shoulder to see a little old woman standing there holding a bundle of wilted red roses. She had tears running down her face, leaving little watery trails that the others would follow. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as she looked at the grave of a loved one. She was wearing a large brimmed black hat that hid some of her face, but not all. It looked very fancy with it’s small black flowers, white lace, and silver stitching. She placed the bundle and a small glowing lantern on the grave. As I looked away I put my hands in my pockets. I found a small colorful piece of candy and popped it in my mouth. It tasted both sweet and sour. As I rolled it in my mouth I started my journey back home.

Sunday Verse

But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.

BB... NOT THE CREAM

The Boston Bombing was and is still a tragic thing.  I only  that things will get better.

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

Sunday's Verse

Acts 2:38 KJV

Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Writing

I sit here writing.
I sit here biting,
At my pancakes of English toffee.
With a left handed cup of coffee.
Oh I sit here writing.

The Little Four Story Cafe

   There I was in the seat by the windowsill, waiting for my beloved. I held roses in my hand and a ring in my pocket. I watched and waited there for two hours, but she still didn't come. I watched the cars pass by. I watched the street bikers and taxis. I watched the sidewalk walkers and joggers alike. The sky was dismal and I was as tense as ever. Still no sign of her. Back then I was a reporter for the New York Times Daily Paper and had fallen in love on the job. She was the love of my life and I wanted to make her mine. But while I was waiting for my chance a strange man walked in. He held his hand in his pocket a funny way. But before I could realize what he was about to do, tragedy struck.

   I was young at the time. Only twenty and with an infant of only three months. I sat there that the small table drinking my coffee and studying for the big exam on next Tuesday. I read over notes and wondered what the square root of 123 was if it even had a square root at all. I was thinking of meeting up with my brother after this when I saw a crazed looking man walking in. He looked as though he had something in his pocket. But before I could get the whole story about this man, tragedy struck.

   It was the eleventh day of September and I was walking in to my favorite café. As I walked in I saw a rag tagged man walking out with his fresh slice of cherry pie to go in front , an ink stained face reporter to my left, and a young mother with her baby and a piping hot cup of coffee to my right. Then as I was walking to the counter, tragedy struck.

   I didn't know what day it was. I had no knowledge of the time. All I knew was that I had a piece of cherry pie in front of me. I had just bought it with a dollar I found on the streets that day. It was the first real thing that I had eaten in about a week. The café I got it from smelled like old perfume that my grandmother would wear. As I was walking out of that tiny little place I looked up and saw smoke.

One in Another

   I stepped in the shoes of another girl. Of a girl that had no shoes to begin with. Of a girl that I didn't know. I didn't know her name, nor did I know her life and what went on in it.
   I looked in a muddy little puddle that was on the side of an old dirt road.
   Of a road that had little patches of grass here and there. And when looking yonder you saw a small town with small people and small things. A small church steeple and a small field of veg that was most certainly not forgotten because it bursted with the bright red, orange, and yellow crops.
  When one looks in a puddle they look for their own face, but in my position I did nothing of the sort. I looked for the face of a girl that I didn't know. I looked for the face that was NOW mine even though I had no idea of what it looked like.
   The face, now mine, had beautiful curly blond hair that was cut short and mud stained. Large sapphire blue eyes looked straight at me. A small dainty nose stuck out of the face and the lips were the color of new roses.

The Priest

   I walked in with a hope. A hope that grew bigger and bigger as I walked in to that old little church. The hope had grown so big that it was swallowing me whole.
   I walked in and touched the velvet curtains that were draped around the door. They were a brilliantly beautiful red that welcomed you immediately.
   I took one more step in that church when the smell of vanilla hit me like a bat to a baseball. It smelled so divine yet it reminded me of my childhood. I took a big whiff and moved on.
   I walked to the place where my father stood every Sunday. Where he preached the Bible and sang the gospel. I remembered sitting in the front pew with my Bible in hand and my mother at my side.
   I walked over to where my father kept the bucket holy water and imagined him bringing it in here.
  Through this whole time I remembered and imagined my father, the priest.

Me?…a writer?

   Have you ever wanted something so bad that you couldn't stand it? When you wanted it so bad that you dreamed of it? Or that it was a secret that you only told yourself and nobody else?
   Well the thing that I want this bad is to be a writer. I want to write so bad but I don't know if I am good enough to sell books. If I did have this as a job it would be like on of thoughs jobs that you love so much that you never really work a day in your life. But like I said, I don't know is I am good enough to do it. So please, if you read this blog and like it then post a comment. And if you think that I could be a real writer then post a comment on this blog telling me so.

Thanks,
Riley Morris

Life...What We Think And What Should Be Known

   In every life there are challenges. There are times when we feel like giving up because we feel as thought we can't take another step forward. At this point we stop and thing about what we have gone through to make it this far. We think about the ups. Downs. And inside outs. We realize that we have gone through worse to get to where we are now. So we hold our head up and keep moving. But we don't look to the stars for our fate, because as William Shakespeare once said "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."

A Life Time

There he sat at five,

Under the little oak tree,

With his lolly in hand.

There he sat ninety-five,

Under the very old oak tree,

With his pipe in hand.

The Muddy Glass

  If you are the kind of person that thinks of life as a glass half full then I thank you. But if you think that it is half empty then I thank you as well. But there is one more kind of person that makes life what it is. And that is the kind of person that sees it as a muddy glass and to see things clearer you must wash the glass with questions. So you must ask them. And I am not talking about answerable questions. I mean QUESTIONS! The kind of questions that boggle your mind. The kind of questions that you never forget. The kind that you ask yourself everyday. So now I ask you one...
If you were a bubble would you pop?