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Working with the Weaver

Published April 4, 2016 by Healthy Living with nature

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Weaving Wonders

 

The Weaver

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.

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Century Celebrations

Published February 2, 2016 by Healthy Living with nature

 

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Not an everyday occurrence

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!

A Grownups Christmas Wish List

Published December 2, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature

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Wishful Wanting

Dear Santa,

 This year I don’t want any material gifts delivered under my tree. I have so many wonderful things in my life- most of all good health and happiness. Could you please send me the things that I am requesting below  …….

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.

Your Friend

  

 Cassie

 

Refreshingly Refreshing

Published October 29, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature
         
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                   Take Time……. to LOVE!

I found this poem in”Splashes of Joy in the the cesspool of life by Barbara Johnson. It’s is an oldie which I have read many times and it still manages to bring a tear to my eyes.

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.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

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 many a man with a life out of tune,

 

And battered and torn with sin,

 

Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,

 Much like the old violin…….

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

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And no matter how battered and old, the “Master” is not finished yet.

Making Magical Memories

Published May 1, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature
                                    The “man” of the moment  and his proud Mum and Dad

Treasures In The Garden

 

Growing older can be a time of sadness as children grow up and 

move away, health begins to fail and we save for eventual funerals.

However it can be a time of excitement, happiness and Magic 

and positivity…….

 In the last week we have had some of all of that in our life
 and made us feel glad to be alive.
….it started with the visit of our kids from the UK here to catch up with family and friends.
….a visit to Toowoomba to be with Bek as she celebrated her birthday.
….which meant we could catch up with Chris “friend” and her gorgeous family
….a lovely BBQ with Christine and her caring family
….and then a trip to Roma to be with more family 
traveling through a glorious sunset 
to meet up with Wayne and Leanne who drove all the way from Mackay
A big THANK YOU to LEIGH who allowed us to invade his house and all be together for……..
 The Christening/ baptism of Axel Blake
….Baby Axel who brought magic to all of us with his sweetness and beautiful nature
And his Dad and Mum Shane and Jamie who are doing a great job atbeing parents of that darling boy
….And Leigh.. who is somebody very special indeed, being supportive to Jamie  and Shane as they battle their way through early parenthood.
 And the family BBQ on Saturday night where we were able to be together with Jamie and Shanes’ friends and very yummy food 
and a phone call from Tassie from Brady and Liane
 ….And the  lovely Christening/ Baptism  where Christian and Maree got be godparents of baby Axel
where Axel did an excellent job of being good
….And there’s more
….A picnic with Jamie’s family to celebrate the Christening/ Baptism.
Now … how wonderful was all of that!
And Last night being in Brisbane with Christian and Bek and Adam, eating at a yummy Chinese Restaurant, staying at a gorgeous BnB and the yummiest breakfast. Another big THANKS to Christian and Bek for making that happen for us. We hope you enjoy your quiet time in Malaysia for you deserve it. We love your kindness so much.
My word for today is “MAGIC!”

And we had a safe trip home today to lovely rain.

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Prayer Power

Published December 18, 2014 by Healthy Living with nature

Undone, Unsaid

The prayer that’s left unsaid:

 

Like a letter that’s unwritten

Like a book that lies unread,

Like a field unploughed,untended

is a prayer that’s left unsaid.

Though God knows

The thoughts and wishes

That are secrets of the heart,

Yet the prayer must still be uttered,

For his healing power to start….

Though at times

We might neglect him

And refuse to hear his call….

When we think we don’t need Him

Then we need Him most of all….

There are lessons all around us

In the skies- the sea -the sun,

In the flight of every sparrow

“Let thy will be done.”

But we turn our hearts to pleasure

And the wealth we reap is care.

We forget the answers

Are the ones we find in prayer.

Let’s resolve to write that letter

Read the book we’ve laid aside,

Tend the field, and reap the harvest

Of humility and pride

And we’ll find 

our cares and worries

Will be be turned to joys instead,

For we’ll never

Close our hearts to Him

And leave our prayer unsaid. 

                                                 Anon