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Posted on 03/31/2015 11:13:52 PM PDT by JustAmy
July, 2005, Closing Thread
(Sept 26, 2008)
June & July, 2013
August & September, 2013
Jan. & Feb.
June - Sept
Oct - Dec
The rose bush gives roses in bloom,
and Pixinguinha gave roses in song.
And each song, so beautiful like a flower,
had perfume and color.
who was a poem of tenderness and peace,
has made us a boquette of musical roses,
that we shall never forget.
First bit of music I ever translated from Portuguese a quarter century ago.
Happy April Fool’s Day!
I asked several friends what their most difficult, painful experience in life had been. Their answers included war, divorce, surgery, and the loss of a loved one. My wifes reply was, The birth of our first child. It was a long and difficult labor in a lonely army hospital. But looking back, she said she considers it joyful because the pain had a big purpose.
Just before Jesus went to the cross, He told His followers they were about to go through a time of great pain and sorrow. The Lord compared their coming experience to that of a woman during childbirth when her anguish turns to joy after her child is born (John 16:20-21). Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you (v.22).
Sorrow comes to us all along the road of life. But Jesus, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame (Heb. 12:2), purchased forgiveness and freedom for all who open their hearts to Him. His painful sacrifice accomplished Gods eternal purpose of opening the way to friendship and fellowship with Him.
The joy of our Savior outweighed His suffering, just as the joy He gives us overshadows all our pain.
INSIGHT: John 16 concludes Jesus most extended teaching session recorded in the gospel of John (Chs. 1316). Jesus had begun the evening by washing the disciples feet in a remarkable act of servitude (13:1-17). After this He would go to Gethsemane and, ultimately, to Calvary. There He would make the ultimate sacrifice as He died on the cross for the sins of humanity.
Beautiful! Good morning, Amy!
Happy Wednesday, Everyone!
Spring Will Be Pretty
Spring will be pretty. Just give it a week,
When flowers are blooming down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud,
But for the moment I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting, since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness with puddles of goo.
I stepped off the sidewalk and into the ooze.
Next thing I knew, I stepped out of my shoes!
Mud on my ankles and mud on my clothes.
I stumbled face-first and got mud up my nose.
Spring will be pretty, but I must confess,
The first days of spring are a muckety mess!
That’s so pretty, LUV W!
That is one fuzzy bunny!
Good Morning, Trisham!
Love the spring poem. I also stepped out of my shoes recently. Luckily it was only one shoe and was in grass, not mud.
Here’s to the tulips and other bulbs that will bloom soon!
That’s so cute! I love bunnies.
Thanks Meg! Hopefully spring will arrive here soon.
Thank you TCP.
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