Listen to Kenny Chesney

Cape Hatteras in the Snow

Cape Hatteras Lighthouse is a beautiful site on any ordinary day

but highlight it with the touch of the Master's Hand and it is unbelievable

To get snow at the Outer Banks is a very rare thing

Any just look how much they got

God is always at work and always delighted when He makes us happy

Never forget that He is just a Pray away and never to busy for you

No waiting lines, no automated phone messages and no doubt that He is listening

GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME

ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD

A few more items I have done the past couple of weeks

It has been so dreadfully cold outside that I did not want to go out.

Now you know that is cold.

Here is a few items I made during the past couple of weeks.

A warm earthy color scarf I knitted with a crochet border

Can't tell by the picture but this is a soft baby blue knit scarf

Nautical Flags- last name made in Plastic Canvas

I pray that all is safe and healthy during this winter season.  I know it has been cold and a lot of my friends are dealing with the blizzards up North.  Hang in there Spring is getting closer and closer, day by day.

THOUGHT I WOULD SEND SOME WARM THOUGHTS YOUR WAY!!

Hug someone today and tell them how much you love them.



February

Happy February

This month, our culture celebrates love, by way of Valentine's Day and all its trappings.  But a popular notion of romance - butterflies and cards and suragry things, or th euncontrollable falling into love as if from a cliff into th eriver - often oversahdows the deeper, sober affection two people who have loved each other long and well. 

WHEN WE WALKED TOGETHER

When we walked together

in the cool of the evening,

walked together, you and I,

in the cool of the evening,

after the heat of the day,

after the long hours under the sweating sun,

after the buzzing words like black flies

had at long last ceased their querulous stinging,

after the questions, after the answers

that refused at last to answer anything at all,

in the cool of the evening, when we walked

in the garden, you and I, in the cool of the evening.

When it was no longer important

for either of us to speak, since the words,

whatever words they might have been,

would have been beside the point,

would have said nothing our hearts

did not already know, where simply being there,

there in the cool of the evening

was all that finally mattered,

with the long night coming on, and the last trill

of birdsong fading off in the distance

by the ridge of the tree line,

when we walked together there in the garden,

in the cool of the evening, you and I.