Would You Ever Notice?

Our time is not our own anymore, or at the very least, we have given it away. Knowingly and willingly we daily spurn our limited, precious hours away. How? Think about it. Chart the course of your own typical day. Keep an account of just how you spend every hour of it. Be honest with yourself. What did you find?

Perhaps you discovered hours of your day has been willingly given away to your device. Do you own your own time, or does the device own it? Do you even care?

Truly, our time is not our own. It is a gift. It has been given to us and can be taken away in a moments notice. We all know someone who has suddenly died.

So then, do we treat time as if it is an unlimited commodity, or worse yet, as if it were nothing?

Here is my ultimate question and point of this blog post:

If the birds stopped their singing today, would you even notice?

A beautiful Mockingbird singing his melodious songs.
Love the Kiptopeke birds.
A sassy King bird.
Eggs of our sweet Plovers.
Gorgeous Meadowlarks.
Our beloved Barn Swallows.
Our amazing Hummingbirds.
Never forget our State bird—the Cardinal.
The sweet, sweet Kildeer (aka Plover).
Our gorgeous, sharing Bohemian Waxwings.
And last but surely not least, our diminutive, cheerful Goldfinch.

I ask again—would you ever miss them if they stopped singing?

Do you hear the birds?

Thursday Thoughts #181

Do young expecting Mommy’s receive crocheted baby blankets anymore at their baby showers?

I recently attended a baby shower for a first time Mother-to-be. It was a big, beautiful celebration with more baby things than I had ever seen, except one thing.

The one thing not given? A crocheted baby blanket. Not even one! I do believe this is a first for me. Our daughter received 6 handmade baby blankets two years ago at her shower.

This can’t be, I thought to myself.

So I made this one for that new, sweet baby.

The mommy was tickled to have a snuggly blanket for her baby boy.

Crocheted baby blankets are so simple a 6 year old could make one. Have you ever made any? Is it now a thing of the past?

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Cold

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Great word for this weeks writing prompt. Cold. Frigid temperatures have hovered all week over our Northern Shenandoah Valley.

Single digits sting our cheeks in the morning while feeding the livestock. Highs hardly reach into the mid 20’s.

Little wonder ‘cold’ is used to describe our hard hearts. A cold heart bites and stings just like cold temperatures. But unlike the weather, God in his grace and mercy can melt our cold hearts. We have only to ask Him, believe He will and follow His guidance.

For just as warm temperatures slowly drive out the cold, so too our cold hearts will warm with God’s love and mercy. We but need listen and heed His voice.

How badly do you want your cold heart changed and warmed by God?

Come now let us reason together,” says The Lord. Isaiah 1:18

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