HE’S TALKING TO US. LISTEN!

It must have been wonderful to communicate directly with God as did men of ancient times.  Though they couldn’t see Him, they were given the benefit of His spoken word.  We still have the ability to communicate with our Heavenly Father.  The words of the Holy Bible are His actual voice – written by inspired men of God.

The world has strayed from the truth of the Bible.  Some churches have steadily manipulated the words to fit their own needs.  Some have chosen to become politically correct or to create church bodies that are more like country clubs than houses of worship.  They  administer forgiveness to those who have sinned, but are still shackled to it.  To some it becomes a place to feel good about yourself and your own accomplishments.

The devil is eager to weasel his way into our churches and corrupt the message – to fool us into thinking that we don’t really need a savior.  I believe that in order to have the best relationship with God, we must first come to Him in repentance.  We are told in His word to acknowledge our sin and ask for forgiveness.  It’s through that simple task that He begins working in us.

Jesus associated with all kinds of people.  He wasn’t crazy about the way the church had been corrupted and on more than one occasion He voiced His opinion about it.   His ministry was intended for the salvation of all.  He didn’t condone sinful behavior including the corruption of His Fathers house.  

He did not come to save just the religious elite.  He ministered to the lowest of society – including tax collectors, prostitutes and those who were ignored because of communicable diseases or poverty.  That same ministry continues when His Word is present.

Dear Lord, thank you for leaving the wonderful legacy for me and the entire world.  Through it I daily receive strength, confidence, assurance, faith and an amazing love story which you have written for me and all believers.  Now in these difficult times, I ask for your intervention, knowing that you will bring order out of everything we face each day. Amen!

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PAINTING COMPETITIONS

“Now I see the secret of making the best person, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.” – Walt Whitman

 “Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air’s salubrity.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.” – Ashley Smith

Many of you already know this. My husband is a plein air painter. He teaches others to paint in the open air, in spite of weather conditions. His little group of students enjoy the comradery and the study of light and shadows. I’ve gone along a few times, but prefer to paint in the air conditioned comfort of our home. Everyone has their own way of doing art.

Paul used to participate in competitions for plein air artists. These events usually consist of three or four days filled with painting. A site is chosen, paint is placed on pallets and the contest begins. Within that time period the paint three individual paintings. It’s kind of a marathon of sorts and requires a lot of dedication and endurance. As his age has somewhat limited him the past couple of years, he no longer does the competitions.

The paintings above were done in Hudson, Wisconsin, five years ago at one of these events. As with competitions of any kind, they can become grueling. Sometimes he misses being part of them, but I think he’d rather paint at sites of his own choice and create art for others, not to prove anything.

God creates masterpieces. He gives those creations life and breath. He provides them with landscapes and water. He fills the skies with clouds. Sometimes they are as clear as a bell. He gives his creatures the ability to produce their own masterpieces. Some become brilliant scientists while others find their talent in music. Some will achieve a place in business or finance while others excel in social skills and communication. Each of us has been endowed with something even more important. We have been given the gift of eternity, where life goes on forever.

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ON THE EASEL AT RASPBERRY ISLAND

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

The artist follows a journey of his own making,

Traveling down a road less wandered,

Trying to catch the light,

Searching desperately,

For the right subject matter,

A vagabond living in the moment,

On an expedition,

An adventure,

An unexplored trail,

He sets his easel,

Makes ready his paint,

A virtual studio in the great outdoors,,

He attaches a canvas, fills his palette with color,

And waits,

For just the right light,

The right glisten of the water,

The perfect stillness and mood,

And then it begins

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SUMMER FIREWORKS

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Yesterday the night time skies exploded with the power of God. The end of a hot, humid August day was devoid of a sunset. Instead it was replaced with a slowly darkening sky and lightening which filled the expanse with electrical fireworks. Minnesota is known for its fantastic summer weather. We don’t have hurricanes, earthquakes or Tsunamis, but we are well known for tornadoes,, straight line winds, wind chills and blizzards. Still, Minnesota is the source of many summer retreats to the cabin and fun on a lake.

Last night’s storm brought God’s special effects into the forefront. Ominous clouds appeared on the horizon as Paul quickly tended to some low lying branches on our black walnut tree. Tornado sirens sounded as Friday night prime time TV was overtaken by local weather information. For three hours the quickly changing reports floated across the screen, warning us to take cover. Paul always tells me to take cover, but then proceeds to continue watching the skies. I reminded him of that.

The sky went through so many changes with that storm. It started turning yellowish at about 5 PM. It then slowly filled with blackened clouds. Soon the familiar greenish color appeared. Then the clouds began to churn like blackened whipping cream spinning in a mixing bowl. Within a very short time, the clouds let loose and all the humidity stored in them fell violently to the ground. The rain was mixed with hail at times. Wind made it appear to be falling horizontally for a while. The furious lightening cruised across the heavens as rumbles of thunder shouted the presence of God.

The actual storm, in our neighborhood, lasted for maybe 20 minutes and quickly moved on to the next community. As it left, the sky began to turn orange. I suppose because the sun was about to set and the rays from it were being exposed. When it began to turn red, I almost wondered for a moment if this was our last day on earth and Jesus would soon appear in the clouds. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the ca=e. Instead we were treated to an amazing sunset of red, gold, silver and yellow.

It made me think of how powerful God is. Mankind has still not found a way to control the weather. For now, we are sitting in the midst of a pandemic. Our political climate is creating even more division amongst us. Corruption runs rampant. Violence rings in our streets and horrific acts of terror, hatred and anger rage. Emotional stability is out of control. Still our God never changes. He alone controls the spinning of the earth, the storms and the power of his breath.

To imagine that He is looking out for each and everyone of us gives me complete rest. He won’t let us go, if we hang on tightly to Him.

“Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?”

Job 40:9

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MY HUSBAND, THE PROP

Paul visited the sunflower fields again yesterday to paint outdoors. This place and several more fields around us have become wonderful photo locations for senior pictures, engagement, anniversaries, family pictures and so much more. Photographers come with their clients and take beautiful shots amidst these glorious flowers.

Yesterday, as Paul painted, a photographer came along and asked if she could take pictures of him doing so. She sent some to him this morning, along with a note of thanks. She noted that he made a great PROP. I had to chuckle. He’s considering having business cards made up saying, Paul Boecher, Artist & Prop.

I guess we all have certain labels that identify us and when we’re openly displaying what our gifts are, it’s nice to be noticed by others – one art form working from another.

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I WISH I HADEN’T SAID THAT

Words spill out of my mouth thoughtlessly,

Unyielding my tongue pushes them into the world.

Where did those words come from?

My mind does not take the time to realize

The way they could be interpreted,

The way they could hurt,

The way they could humiliate, insult, berate.

I need to put a bridle on my words.

To rein in the emissions of my mouth.

I cannot do this alone.

I need help.

I need the only One who can give me forgiveness.

I call on the Almighty King of Creation.

He will look past my ugliness,

He will quiet my loss of control.

He will lead me in the path He has chosen for me.

Even when I choose to stray.

Even when I walk my own way.

Even when I forget about Him.

He is there.

He alone can control the words that I speak.

He will lead me to do what is right.

To chose my words carefully.

To ask forgiveness from any that I have hurt with the words I use..

 

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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THE OUTDOOR PAINTER

Painting outdoors at Parley Lake Winery

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

For many years, my husband painted in various plein air competitions in our area.  My itinerate outdoorsman thrived on this type of painting and still does, however the competitive part of it has waned over the past couple years.  To look at the process, it would appear to be as easy as pie to go set up an easel and paint for the day.  Competitive painting requires more than that.

You can plan to be at the event for at least three days of solid painting. You must find your own location to paint.  You load up your gear and trudge deeper into the space.  You fight with mosquitos, weather events (rain, excessive heat, humidity and poor air quality) and you finally get started.

Competitive art can be brutal in other ways too, if you let it.  You’re trying to do your best work.  You’ve spent some hefty entrance fees.  You may have to provide accommodations for your stay, which means another layout of cash.  You’ve purchased fresh paints, canvases and lots and lots of water to keep you hydrated throughout the day.  Sometimes, like us writers, you’re faced with a blank page, a gorgeous location, perfect light and no inspiration – only a desire to create beautiful art that might win a monetary prize or lead to a sale of some of your work.

There is a bright side to this type of painting though.  You make new friends.  You swap ideas.  You learn from each other. You share your craft.  You are forced to make art in a short period of time and it usually is some of the best you’ve ever done.  At the final judging, you may never have heard of the judge, but your hopes are high.  Judging of any kind of art is usually in the eye of the beholder and often subjective, but for the most part, they are fair.

The awards are given out.  You’ve made some new friends and contacts.  Several people have viewed your work and commented positively on it.  Collectors and other customers are in the audience.  It’s a sort of marketing experience I guess.  However, as age grabs a hold of us, the competitive side of our nature slows down too.  It gets harder and harder to fight the elements – to move around as quickly as you once did  – to haul a heavy load – to come up with the necessary funds.

Today, Paul still paints outdoors.  It’s his favorite type of painting.  He loves being in nature.  He enjoys the sounds of birds chirping and the rustling of trees.  He now teaches it to others through the art center he works for.  He continues to share his love for plein air painting through example.  He doesn’t have the pressure of competing and he can relax while doing it.

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PRISONER IN MY OWN HOUSE

Nearing the end of another week in La La Land. It seems time is flying by so quickly since this whole pandemic reared its ugly head. I’m beginning to realize what it’s like to be a prisoner. The stories of those incarcerated for no apparent reason comes to mind. I, for one, have receded into world of old movies on TV.

In 1965, Gregory Peck appeared in one called, “Mirage.” I love Gregory Peck and don’t believe I’ve ever seen this particular flick. It’s the story of a man who has been duped into believing that two years of his life have disappeared. There are the good guys who find his story unbelievable, but will help him for a buck. There are the villains who continue to perpetuate the lie. There is Gregory, with his furrowed brow and rugged good looks, who is being played like a pawn in a chess game.

Gregory’s character was both the hero and victim. He wasn’t in jail, but his mind had been captured by the greed of the dishonorable folks who were trying to retrieve a formula which would make them rich. In the end, good conquers evil and there is a happy ending. It could’ve been like a Shakespeare play and everyone dies in the end, but in the sixties, movies rarely ended in tragedy.

In my effort to escape, it made me realize that we’re all in a sort of prison right now. We can believe the conspiracy theorists and think this disease is politically motivated. We can feel like sheep being led to the slaughter. We can wallow in our depression or even become suicidal. The world continues to revolve and life goes on. All the fears and concerns that used to bother us have been magnified. Feelings of paranoia can occur. If we feed into all the outside noise, it can turn us into zombies.

My suggestion for how to deal with this will seem pointless to some. I’ve turned to old movies for escape which is only a temporary fix. Besides who wants to hear advice from an old woman? There really is no pat answer. Everyone will find their own refuge. One thing is certain. Life goes on. Even though our problems don’t disappear, but seem to grow larger, we have hope.

” Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me. I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” John 16:32-33

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IN YOUR DREAMS

“And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:”Acts 2:17

I am known to have some really weird dreams. Some of them have led to a solution of a problem, such as the time we had three wonderful actresses audition for the role of the White Queen in Narnia. I went to bed that night wishing we could use all of the girls. I dreamed about a White Queen with three heads and one body. We actually wound up going with it

I’ve had dreams that raise the hairs on the back of my neck. There were those that seemed so real, I would wake in a cold sweat believing they were true. I’ve dreamed in technicolor as well as black and white. I’ve dreamed of those long ago departed and the living as well. They often come together in my dreams.

I believe the days of prophesies regarding our salvation have been fulfilled. However there is still that one book in the Bible – Revelation – which points to the end of time. Are we living in those days right now? Are there still prophesies to be fulfilled? We will not know until it happens, because God tells us that He’s the only One with that knowledge. In any case, we need to be prepared. Our hearts and minds must be focused our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus. When the day of judgment comes, we will be held accountable. Justice will finally prevail.

There is no question in my mind that we’re living in the end times. The Word of God has pointed to what things will be like right before Christ returns. That day can be frightening or it can be more majestic and wonderful than anything we could ever dream up on our own. Paradise is waiting for those who trust and believe in God. Satan can’t defeat Him. He’s already been defeated.

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RESTORATION

 

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

The paint is peeling, windows cracked, a shutter hangs on tight,

One lost the battle long ago, it lost its will to fight,

The whitewashed fence could use some love, the grass needs cutting too,

It seems there is no life inside, but that just isn’t true.

 

This house once held a family, but now there’s only one,

A sweet, old, white haired woman waits and hopes someone will come,

She sits in her old rocking chair, recalling days gone by,

She thinks of days when she was young, a tear then fills her eye.

 

The days grow short, the time flies by, she thinks of heaven more,

The life is being sapped from her, death’s knocking at her door,

But still she waits – anticipates a friendly face or voice,

To break up the monotony which never was her choice.

 

We’ll all grow old and suffer loss, our dreams may shatter too,

We will  long for conversation, some laughs would also do,

The aging process isn’t fun for those who cling to life,

But having folks around you will eliminate the strife.

 

When lonely years and constant tears become your daily fare,

When looking out a window cannot take away your care,

It’s time to look within yourself, see what you still possess,

You can still recall your blessings, then joy will acquiesce.

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Cardboard fan in stable condition after being hit by foul ball

This is a share from Bluebird of Bitterness.  

From The Onion. BOSTON—Assuring Red Sox Nation that the cutout would make a full recovery, General Manager Brian O’Halloran told reporters Friday …

Cardboard fan in stable condition after being hit by foul ball
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HELP! I’M STUCK IN MY SHELL!!

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I’ve always had issues with my self image.  I’m not sure what caused it, but it may have to do with a need to please everyone.  I now realize that giving up my own thoughts in favor of friendship is not healthy.  I may even have gone to the opposite extreme, feeling that my ideas are the only ones that hold any merit.  In either case, I’ve often found solace in retreating into my shell.

With the way the world is currently turning, depression is hitting an all time high.  Prior to the pandemic, we only had to concern ourselves with faltering health issues –  getting our children from here to there – earning enough to get from one pay check to another – and whether we would get out of bed in the morning.  There were other things too.  Many face really tough problems like cancer, pending treatments, loss of a loved one, a broken marriage, addiction, unwanted pregnancy, a devastating financial loss or any number of pain filled matters.

When our world spins out of control, as it has for the past few years, our natural inclination is to hide from it.  We retreat to our own world and often become a part of the problem. However, sometimes it’s good to step away from life as we know it today.  In our distancing or in our shell, there can be the makings of a beautiful gem.  The clam that creates a priceless pearl isn’t going to change the world, but for those who take a moment (not forever) to retreat, regroup, renew, refresh and restore, there is hope for the future.

God has promised us a future.  His Word is filled with passages to confirm that.  This world is just a temporary place.  It isn’t always a good place.  It’s often shadowed with darkness and fearful situations, but we have been added to the population for a purpose.  Each one of us has something to offer.  If we simply stay in that shell, no one will ever know the beauty we can bring.  No one will see our uniqueness.  We all have the power to change things, but we won’t if we stay locked in that shell of self pity.

It’s time to make yourself known.  You are special.  You are a masterpiece created by the God of the Universe.  You can make changes, even if they’re small.  Just do it.

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MONDAY TO DO LIST

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I grew up thinking that Mondays were like getting a fresh start. Now I don’t even know what day it is.  One of my biggest issues with our six month incarceration is a lack of memory on who I am, where I am, what am I going to do next and what time it is.  I know I’m not alone in this.

If you are in the work force you have an edge.  You’re generally on a prescribed schedule.  You look forward to the weekends.  The days on either side of those weekends,, often get lost when you’re retired.  Having a schedule keeps us grounded.  It helps define what we’re going to do with each day.  If you work from home, you must discipline yourself to a whole new set of rules in order stay on top of it.

When you’re old, time is taking you one day closer to death.  Isn’t something to look forward to?  I guess when you know you’re life won’t really end in death, but life eternal in Paradise, it isn’t such a bad thought.  Still, while we are inhabitants of planet earth, we need to have a plan.

God has already made a blueprint which includes all the elements surrounding our days.  He knows what’s best for us and provides for us.  Yet he wants us to have order each day.  He wants us to succeed in our goals. He wants us to prosper.  He also wants us to depend on Him for achieving those things.

So, because of that relationship, it’s good for us to plan  I’ve compiled a to do list that might accompany the list of planned events.  I’m sure you can think of others to add to it.

  • Find time to listen to someone.  Get to know them and show them that you’re interested in them.
  • Look for the best in others, even if you don’t always agree.  Try to understand why someone cut you off on the highway, rather than assuming he’s a jerk.
  • Share something – a good book, a funny joke,  smile, your time.
  • Tell someone why you love Jesus and how much He loves the world.
  • Turn over the tough stuff to God.
  • Spend time reading God’s message to you through His Word.
  • Put others needs before your own.
  • Remember that God is with you.  When things get really difficult, He will be there to carry you.
  • Do your best, know that you can do even better, try, don’t give up.
  • Pray.

It’s Monday.  The start of a new week can be filled with great joy and optimism or filled with depression and fatalism, depending on your mindset.  I think God wants us to find joy in the little things.  Let’s start today.

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WOULDN’T IT BE NICE?

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ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could simply erase the events of the past?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Mondays indicated a new start – a fresh beginning?

If all the world could take one minute, one second to take a deep breath and say goodbye to yesterday – if all our troubles would melt like lemon drops and streets would be paved with gold – is it all simply a dream or can it actually happen?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if hatred was a word in the Dictionary which had become obsolete?

If only there was a place to which we could escape and find complete peace –

No anger, no strife, no conflict, no uncontrollable rage –

Where everyone was of the same mind,

Without fear of retaliation –  hopelessness – depression?

When we’re children, we believe in the unbelievable.  Our faith sustains us for a while, until we become a citizen of the world.  That childlike faith becomes tarnished by what we see, what we hear and what goes on around us.  By the time we reach our adult years, many hearts have turned black and hopeless by the noise.

Our innocence has been sapped by terror.  We’ve become hardened to the change occurring around us. We are numbed by it.  When this happens, we’ve become victims of the tenacity of evil and terrorism.  We have succumbed to its original intention – to take away our freedom of thought, words and deeds.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Jesus came to earth today, to judge the world?  He will come again and when He does, the trumpets will sound.  The angels will sing with glorious praises to the King.  Heaven will open to all believers and they will finally have peace.  At last it will be more than nice.

 

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SATURDAY CHUCKLES

We all need a good laugh, especially those who have lived a long time and are still pushing on.  If we can’t laugh at ourselves and the world around us, we would surely be crushed by all of it.

 

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SUNFLOWER PAINTINGS

I wasn’t able to go along, due to my asthma.  It seems harder to breathe these days.  I did manage to paint at home however and came up with the painting at the top.  Longing for the days when the air is clean and fresh and no asthma triggers are out there.  The rest of Paul’s small group of plein aire painters did a great job.

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MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD

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A hiding place – a temporary refuge from the daily grind –

From the madness of the world and the noise of angry voices.

My heart sometimes breaks at all that’s happening in my world and then something wonderful happens to remind me that none of it will last.  It’s a brief interlude which flows like a miniscule whisper in comparison to the breath of God.

I, like many others, have been going through ups and downs during this pandemic.  I understand now what manic depression must be like, when I go from one extreme to another in a fraction of a second.  I seem to be lost at times and wonder what will happen next and the next minute I find hope in God’s plan for this world.

Where is your little corner?  Do  you have a place where you can go to flee the cries of resistance and discontent?  We all have our alone places – those defense mechanisms, – a bullwark of sorts –  where we can simply squash the sounds of hatred, bullying, fear mongering, racism, lies and vibrations that fly through the air and into our ears.

My maternal grandmother would sit on a log in the woods to get away from the pain of losing one of her children.  I can almost envision her screaming her laments to God.  My husband finds his quiet place in the beauty of God’s creation.  He can soak up contentment, when all the world is closing in on him, by breathing in the fresh air and observing animals and birds in their own habitat. During one of the most difficult times in his life, he kept a journal which reads much like the Psalms.

Some find peace in the midst of the noise.  They seem to believe that more noise will smother the other, just like a junkie or alcoholic seeking solace from just one more hit.  I used to retreat to reading books.  Now I fall asleep doing so.  I’m not sure if it’s because my attention span is wavering or if my real peace comes from sleep. We can stuff our ears with cotton, wear headphones and listen to music that drowns out the craziness.  We can stay away from the media.  We can avoid going out in public.  Still the cacophony, the discord, the pandemonium will seep through the barricades and make itself known once more.

We wonder if our own voice has any merit.  We even think that our words aren’t heard.  We fade into a corner of our own making and shield ourselves from the negativity, but there is really only one source of peace and that comes through God’s Word.  It is our little corner of the world, because within its pages we find complete and utter sanctuary.  We can also be assured that our voice will be heard by the author of that book.

“If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient.
It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.” —

Winnie the Pooh

 

 

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Julie’s Friday Funny

I may have posted this before, but it’s still funny.

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SONSHINE

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ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

Paul is taking his plein air painting group to a sunflower field to paint today.  One of my favorite flowers to paint – not only because of their beauty, glory and delicious color, but because you can’t really mess up a painting of these fancy flowers.  I declined going with the group, because of my continuous allergies, so maybe I’ll have to paint one at the house today.

As darkness fills the streets this day,

Think of the price it cost to pay,

For freedom to express your dreams,

To voice our thoughts without extremes,

To thank the ones who fought so hard,

Who came back wounded, hurt and scarred,

They sacrificed the greater good,

Their place in battle strongly stood,

They let their light so strongly burn,

Remember what for us they earned,

The freedom to defend our cause,

The peace we’ve gained through death and loss,

Reflections of the Son of God,

Their actions let us now applaud.

 

 

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