More Thomas Kinkade Quotes


Thomas Kinkade was known as the Painter of Light because of the beautiful hints of light in all of his paintings. Here are a few more of his quotes.

Feed your heart with beauty.

Somewhere out there is a unique place for you to serve, a unique life role for you to fill.

Condition yourself for joy by doing little things you love on a regular basis.

Even the most mundane tasks can be transformed into inspiring sources of joy.

Opening our eyes to beauty really means opening our hearts and imaginations.

Beauty enters your heart to all the senses. 

Keep your eyes open for the signs of spiritual reality hiding behind a familiar disguise.

Only you can make your particular contribution to humankind.

We live far more joyfully when we allow ourselves a playful spirit.

Don’t be afraid to go deep, to dig out a spiritual reality that might not be readily discernible at first glance.

More to come.

 

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A Touch of Color


Looking for a spectacular splash of color for your weekend? I found this on Pinterest and there’s more where it came from. I hope your weekend is as colorful. Happy Saturday.

European Turtle Dove

Can You Imagine?


‘Two people were killed and 12 others injured after a man with a handgun opened fire on a bustling avenue in Toronto on Sunday night the police said. The gunman was later found dead.”

This headline this morning prompted today’s blog which is a slightly altered version of an August 1/14 post. It is actually the third time for posting this poem but somehow the times seem to warrant it.

In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is the take heed part. If we don’t take heed, nothing changes, and if we do…can you imagine?

THE VICTIM

People dead

before their time,

victims

of some heinous crime.

Callous killers,

world’s worst foes,

victims

of God only knows.

Wars created

through sheer greed,

victims

of abnormal need.

Governments

whose rule a hoax,

victims

of the peoples’ votes.

Our planet Earth,

soon indigent,

victim

of our ignorance.

World, take heed!

The time has come

for remedy

lest you become

the victim.

©1995

Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement…Romans 12;3

This post is a slightly altered repeat of an August 1, 2014 blog.

 

 

 

 

Let’s Play Pretends


One of my earliest childhood memories is playing a game called Let’s Play Pretends. You could be anything or anyone you wanted to be and were never questioned about it; from princesses to movie stars to singers and dancers and acrobats. Pretending was such fun.

On a mini vacation a few weeks ago with some friends, I found myself behind the pulpit in a very old Presbyterian church in New Glasgow, Ontario. I was pretending to be a preacher. (Call it my second childhood…after all I am eighty-one!) It was a beautiful church with lots of character and for fun I had this picture taken.

I didn’t have a sermon ready and just as well or my friends would have left me there talking to myself, I’m sure.

It goes to show that our imagination can stay with us as long as we are willing to entertain it in games like “Let’s Play Pretends”. Here’s the sermon I would have preached. Happy Sunday.

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

 

 

 

 

Angels All Around Us


I believe in angels…and why wouldn’t I? More than one personal experience has proven they exist for our help and comfort.

My most recent experience was while changing the cartridge in a dripping bathroom sink tap. Having been told it would be most difficult to remove the old cartridge, I went ahead and attempted the task. Sure enough when it came to the old cartridge, it would not budge…not one iota. After a great deal of twisting and turning the little strength I had left was depleted. That’s when I cried aloud, “C’mon, Angels, you have more strength than I, please help me do this!” It took one final twist and pull and…voila!…the cartridge was out. Any three-year-old would have been proud of my jumps of joy and hand-clapping.

After many thanks to my ministering angels, it wasn’t long before the tap was finally fixed. No more drips.

Now, before someone says, “There she goes again…imagination working overtime,” let me direct you to a few scriptures regarding angels:

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12

The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, (hold him in awe) and he delivers them. Psalm 34:7 (brackets mine)

So he became as much superior to the angels as the name he has inherited is superior to theirs. (Jesus) Hebrews 1:4 (brackets mine)

Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14

Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2

Even angels long to look into these things. 1 Peter 1:12

Enough said. Just wanted to say I believe in angels all around us. Doesn’t everyone?

 

 

 

 

A Haiku or Two


For those not familiar with haiku, it is a form of Japanese poetry, the criteria being to present an image, evoke a mood and make an observation. There are three lines with five syllables in the first and last line and seven syllables in the middle line. Example:

Peeling an orange (5) image

the bitter juice squirts my eye (7) mood, feel the sting

one blink and it’s gone. (5) observe disappearance

And now I’d like to share with you a couple of haikus I have written over the years which will appear in my upcoming poetry book.

He had a tantrum

it spoiled my serenity

and made me angry.

 

Dinner was superb

red snapper on the menu

tasty on the tongue.

 

Crouched low in the grass

sly cat watched bird eat its meal

one pounce, bird was meal.

 

His gait was rapid

head bent low against the storm

heading for shelter.

 

That’s all for now, folks. Thank you for any comments.