4 May 2017 May the 4th be with you, Birthdays belated, Beautiful spider (Bold Jumping Spider) Streams in the Desert messages for 4 and 5 May

Source Internet: Yes, this is an actual thing…..Kyle reminded me this morning as he is a long-time fan of the series.

Good morning to you. I hope you are well from where and when you are. I am not firing on all cylinders this morning.  The allergies are really bad at our house these past few days (high winds and mostly dry) and even with the vibrating/rumbling almost to silence I am still not fully rested.  So a nap will probably be in order at some point today! I don’t know if you are familiar with the video game called The Sims. I used to play it quite a bit. Well I feel like a Sim that just can’t get my “needs bar” maxed out. I don’t have a handy “rejuvenation” chamber like I did when I played the game. It was a cheat you could download that looked like a shower. You could have your Sim go into it and instantly get all their needs maxed out which made playing the game a lot more pleasant. If you have played the game, you know what I’m talking about.

Source Internet: Simslice Rejuvenator for Sims

I realized after reading a letter from our dear friend Les this morning that I screwed up and missed sending her a birthday card!  Les is the sort of person who remembers ALL the special holidays for those she knows and loves.  So forgetting her special day makes me feel like a real dufus!  Her birthday was on the 1st and no matter how many times it’s happened, birthdays at the first of the month are the hardest for me to remember!  I normally write all the birthdays for the year on new calendars and didn’t do that – remedied that this morning!  So a much belated, yet heartfelt Happy Birthday to beautiful Lesley!

Yesterday, when we were showing Michael, our Home Depot rep to the side yard, we got to see a Bold Jumping Spider was near the door latch! Michael named him George lol – we do that too. I didn’t get my own picture of the little guy but found one here that shows the part that amazed me the most really well — irridescent green fangs! Just a beautiful spider!

Source Internet: I didn’t get a picture of my own of “George” but this is almost exactly what he looked like. Just beautiful (to me!)

The reading for today kind of resonates with me in that I’ve noticed how “calm” usually precedes difficult times. It’s like God giving us a chance to catch our breath before the next lesson we must learn comes. Many in modern times would refer to this gap of “nothing going on” as boring and or experiencing boredom. I’ve learned to embrace these times and not complain when nothing is going on! More times then not, when “something” is going on, it’s not what I want to be happening and would do anything to be bored again! LOL!!

May 4

“He maketh sore, and bondeth up; he woundeth and his hands make whole.” (Job 5:18.)

As we pass beneath the hills which have been shaken by the earthquake and torn by convulsion, we find that periods of perfect repose succeed those of destruction. The pools of calm water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water lilies gleam, and the reeds whisper among the shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves, and its church tower, white through protection “in whose hands are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is his also.” – Ruskin

God ploughed one day with an earthquake,

And drove His furrow deep!

The huddling plains upstarted,

The hills were all aleap!

But that is the mountains’ secret,

Age-hidden inn their breast;

“God’s peace is everlasting,”

Are the dream-words of their rest.

He made them the haunts of beauty,

The home elect of His grace;

He spreadeath His mornings upon them,

His sunsets light their face.

His winds bring messages to them–

Wild storn-news from the main;

they sing it down the valleys

In the love-song of the rain.

They are nurseries for young rivers,

Nests for His flying cloud,

Homesteads for new-born races,

Masterful, free, and proud.

The people of tired cities

Come up to their shrines and pray;

God freshens again within them,

As He passes by all day.

And lo, I have caught their secret!

The beauty deeper than all!

This faith–that life’s hard moments,

When the jarring sorrows befall,

Are but God ploughing His mountains;

and those mountains yet shall be

The source of His grace and freshness,

And His peace everlasting to me. — William C. Gannett

I typed tomorrows up for you too because I saw that I had visited this day back in 2015 with a very fond heart. Music is so important here at our house! Kyle and I are always singing something even if it’s nonsense or a parody of a popular song. I sometimes like to sing in the morning when I am outside or in the evening as the sun is going down like the birds do. I look at it as giving thanks to God for the day beginning and thanks for another day I got to be here. It is a way I use to show my gratitude to God for the blessing of this life I’ve been given.

May 5

*5 May 2015 note I wrote: Validation of music being part of creation — God– Adonai–“Aada”

(‘Aaaah’ is the sound you make with your mouth that you can feel in your heart – try it!)

“When they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushments…and they were smitten.” (2 Chron. 20:22)

Oh, that we could reason less about our troubles, and sing and praise more! There are thousands of things that we wear as shackles which we might use as instruments with music in them, if we only knew how.

Those men that ponder, and meditate, and weigh the affairs of life, and study the mysterious developments of God’s providence, and wonder why they should be burndened and thwarted and hampered-how different and how much more joyful would be their lives, if, instead of forever indulging in self-revolving and inward thinking, they would take their experiences, day by day, and lift them up, and praise God for them.

We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away. Sing in the morning, The birds are the earliest to sing, and birds are more without care than anything else that I know of.

Sing at evening. Singing is the last thing that robins do. When they have done their daily work; when they have flown their last flight, and picked up their last morsel of food, then on a topmost twig, they sing one song of praise.

Oh that we might sing morning and evening, and let song touch song all the way through. – Selected

“Don’t let the song go out of your life

Though it chance sometimes to flow

In a minor strain; it will blend again

With the major tone you know.

“What though shadows rise to obscure life’s skies,

And hide for a time the sun,

The sooner they’ll lift and reveal the rift,

If you let the melody run.

“Don’t let the song go out of your life;

Though the tremulous note may die in your throat,

Let it sing in your spirit still.

“Don’t let the song go out of your life;

Let it ring in the soul while here;

And when you go hence, ’twill follow you thence,

and live on in another sphere.”




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