My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours but He works on steadily.
Often times He weaves in sorrow and I in foolish pride
Forget He see the upper, and I the underside.
Nor till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to to fly,
Does God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful as the weaver’s skilful hands,
As the threads of gold and silver on the pattern He has planned.
He knows. He loves. He cares– Nothing the truth can dim
He gives the very best to those, who leave the choice with Him.
Last week as I passed by Coolabunia School I spied this Gigantic Koala taking pride of place near the front entrance to this cute education facility It caught my eye and I hopped out of my car with my trusty phone and snapped his picture. I thought some enterprising farmer was using this unusual idea to sell his hay. I shared the picture with not a thought of any other reason for having this giant on display.
Then we had lunch at our favourite eatery and— lo and behold we came across the same picture in the local newspaper.
Some enterprising parents and past students had constructed this eye catching fellow to draw attention to the up- and- coming celebrations in May 2016 for the school’s 125th anniversary.
it’s to be a community event with activities throughout the day which will include a hay maze, a maypole (I remember doing this as a little girl), a working machinery display, old fashioned activities such as egg and spoon race(which was fun if you didn’t drop the egg- they didn’t cook them in those days),a recorder band (horrible tinny old noise, but everyone could play one).
Education has changed but community spirit is still alive.
It looks like an event not to miss out on.
And what a great way to inform everyone that a great Australian icon EDUCATION is still alive and kicking- don’t you think?
See you there on Saturday May 25th 2016
Where Coolabunia State School, D’Aguilar Highway Coolabunia.
Congratulations to the creators. I’m sure everybody has seen it!
I would like :
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would NEVER begin….
…. and the wars raging now would cease.
And that time would heal all hearts.
Everyone would have a caring friend,
And RIGHT would always win.
And LOVE would never end.
Shut Up I’m Still Talking ( via our nephew Philip)
Thank you Santa in anticipation of a “HOPE FILLED” Christmas for myself and
everybody else on earth.
Take Time……. to LOVE!
The Old Violin
‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folks ?” he cried,
Who’ll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar-now two, only two –
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three” – but no!
From the room far back a grey – haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up all the strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said,” what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held up the bow,
“A thousand dollars- who’ll make it two?
Two thousand – and who’ll make it three?
Three thousand once and three thousand twice –
And going and gone, ” said he.
The people cheered and some of them cried,
“We do not understand –
What changed its worth ?” The man replied:
“The touch of a master’s hand.
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.
Myra Brooks Welch 5
|The “man” of the moment and his proud Mum and Dad|
And we had a safe trip home today to lovely rain.