Happy Thanksgiving

Each Thanksgiving these two (Blessings and Bradford) stop by my blog to wish my readers a happy Thanksgiving.

They are grateful to not be featured on the menu, and arrive bearing words from G. K. Chesterton ~ You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.

Lollipop Flowers

This week's art project was another fun one, and is found here. The flowers are based on the work of Friedensreich Hundertwasser (don't you feel bad for him when he had to learn to spell that name? No wonder he turned to art). 


Miss Dog Lover's has a splattery background:

I think I made my flowers a bit too small but I like the colors:

and I guess you can tell Mr Music had the Cheshire Cat on his mind: 

Fall Wondering

There is a small tree right outside my kitchen window that I see while doing dishes. The thing that amazes me in the fall is that it never loses the last leaf at the very top and at the ends of some of the branches. 

Why is this? Why do they hold on so much more than others? 
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And since I'm reading Daniel... part of Daniel 11: 32 "the people who know their God shall stand firm." I am praying to stand firm no matter how hard the winds blow around here.

The Sharpie Story

This is just a little story about how amazingly God cares for us and that He uses humor sometimes, at least with me.


Today I decided to buy myself a new Sharpie in a fun color, no reason, just for a treat. And I even went into Michael's without a coupon, even going to splurge full price.


So I get back to the Sharpie display and choose my color. Good. Then I notice a tag on its bin - the only color with the tag - it is on clearance for less than it would be even with the 40% coupon I generally don't leave home without. Good.


I go to the register, where it is my favorite clerk. Good. I hand her the pen and a dollar and say, "This is a really big sale." She rings it up and smiles and says, "Probably not as big as you think." I am now puzzled. She laughs and said, "That is one cent." One cent? What is the last time something cost one cent? She says that means they are discontinued. She does a bit of paperwork, takes my penny, and checks me out.


I am laughing at God's having fun with me as I go through the parking lot. 


Then I look down, and find, of course, a bright penny.


I have been smiled on, and have a fun Sharpie to remind me.

Eggs

Some things work the same way InRealLife and in schoolbooks and some things don't. Though, to be honest, at the moment, I cannot think of anything that does work the same way.


Anyhow. The thing that has been bugging me lately is eggs. Mr Music is at one of those fast growth periods where he eats and eats, especially protein. So I have become a big fan of The Egg. 


And the thing that stands out to me about eggs is the way they are sold by dozens (is this the case all around the world? It does seem rather arbitrary). In math books a dozen also works out to be such a handy number when you do fractions - it can easily divide in halves, thirds, fourths, or sixths. Then WHY IS IT that I never seem to exactly finish a carton of eggs? No matter how many Mr Music wants to eat at a pop, or no matter how many my recipe calls for, I always seem to have ONE left in the carton or need ONE from the next carton. In Other Words, despite the superior divisibility of 12... it just doesn't work for me.  :-P

The Stuff of Dreams

Well, I awoke this morning from taking a test. The essay question was: Compare and Contrast Rumplestiltskin and God.


I woke up with only two points outlined for thus far for my answer ~ maybe you can add more in the comments?


1) God spins the straw of our lives into gold. And it's a good thing since I have nothing but straw on my own. God takes David's pebble and turns it into a war machine. He takes the little boy's lunch and feeds thousands. He takes the straw of my life, too, and transforms it into gold.

2) Knowing names is important. God shares some of His with us but moreover it is critical than He calls us by name. (Isaiah 43:1 ...I have called you by name, you are mine.)