Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2012

4-1-2012 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33, Friends

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[ConorMacNessa]

Hi, Amy - please stay safe out there, Sorry I have been so scarce lately - we're facing frequent urgent and changing deadlines at work - I never know when I receive a task whether I'll still be working on it at the end of the day. We have depositions coming up next week and the client is in full panic mode. But I can't complain - it's paying the bills and keeping the wolf from the door. I hope to be here more in the near future.



Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kitty Mittens]

(((((Prayers for you and your Family to be Kept Safe, Dear Amy!)))))
Our Lord Cover you with His Protection and His Strong Hand.

I just Read your Post, Dear Gail, and Words Fail...
My Heart of Hearts Goes Out to you.

(((((Prayers Ascending for my FRiends)))))

[JustAmy]

We missed you, but I DO understand. Sometimes life gets in the way.

We seldom get a tornado but when we do, it is not on the ground very long. We have had some strange storms this spring.

Thanks for coming by when you find time.

[JustAmy]

Good night, Kitty.

Thank you and thank you for the sweet good night graphic.

Pleasant dreams.

[left that other site]

Prayers up for all in the path of this weather system!

[The Mayor]

Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list

Awake With His Word
April 12, 2012

My eyes fluttered open, but the room was still dark. It was too early to get up. I sighed, adjusted my pillow, and hoped for sleep. Unfortunately, a lengthy to-do list bombarded my brain. I needed to buy groceries, deliver a meal to a friend, answer e-mail, schedule a doctor’s appointment . . . .

If you’ve ever been overwhelmed and worried, you know how it feels to stare at the ceiling when you should be sleeping. The writer of Psalm 119 was no stranger to this experience. He wrote, “I rise before the dawning of the morning, and cry for help; I hope in Your Word” (v.147).

God’s Word delivered special comfort during the psalmist’s sleepless nights. Although he couldn’t make his problems disappear, he said, “My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your Word” (v.148). At night he reviewed God’s Word over and over in his mind. He concentrated on Scripture rather than his concerns. This practice allowed him to proclaim, “Oh, how I love Your law!” (v.97).

When worry wakes you up, remember, “The Word of God is living and powerful” (Heb. 4:12). Select a passage and mull it over. Our cares cannot compete with God’s Word!

If your soul is parched and thirsty
And you feel weighed down by care,
Go to God’s Word for refreshment—
You’ll find strength and comfort there. —Sper

Only God can still our hearts and quiet our minds.

Read: Psalm 119:145-152

I rise before the dawning of the morning, and cry for help; I hope in Your Word. —Psalm 119:147

Bible in a Year:
2 Kings 21-22

[MEG33]

Thanking God For Spring

Wine Cups and Bluebonnets
Happy Thursday To All..I must be gone again today.

[GailA]

Thank you all for your prayers, they are greatly appreciated and I know I’ve asked for them often and you ALL have been great in sustaining me in my hours of need.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Mayor.

I’m thankful that you are here everyday.

Have a wonderful Thankful Thursday.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Meg.

Thank you for the beautiful Spring graphic.

Have a Blessed Thankful Thursday.

[JustAmy]

April 12, 2012

Graphic by Billie

[JustAmy]

Still raining in California's San Joaquin Valley.
So far, no thunderclouds in sight.
It is suppose to rain thru tomorrow.

There has not been a hail damage estimate yet but we had enough hail to damage several crops

[oldteen]

Yesterday is a canceled check;
Tomorrow is a promissory note;
Today is the only cash you have;
Spend it wisely.

~~Anonymous

Have A Great Thursday!

[JustAmy]

If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got,
he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get.
~Frank A. Clark

Enjoy a Thankful Thursday.

[oldteen]

Prayers for the valley farmers.

It's cold, windy but the rain has stopped for now and trying very hard to allow Mr. Sun to appear (don't think it's going to happen). So far we haven't had any hail or thunder but we all know how quickly that can change!

In spite of the weather, I hope your Thursday is going well!

[Kitty Mittens]

Yes!!!! My New Internet Connection has been Installed,
And is at Least Twice as Fast as the Old One!!

Thank You, Lord, for this Blessing!! I am SO Grateful!!

[Kitty Mittens]

I Hope the Hail Damage isn't too Bad, Dear Amy. :(
(((((I'm just Thankful you are Safe!)))))

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY THURSDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

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I Am Of Ireland

‘I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,’ cried she.
‘Come out of charity,
Come dance with me in Ireland.’

One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear,
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Had turned his stately head.
That is a long way off,
And time runs on,’ he said,
‘And the night grows rough.’

‘I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,’ cried she.
‘Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.’

‘The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst,
And the trombone,’ cried he,
‘The trumpet and trombone,’
And cocked a malicious eye,
‘But time runs on, runs on.’

I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,’ cried she.
“Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.’

William Butler Yeats

Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kitty Mittens]

Thank you for the Thursday Posts!

(((((Hugs, Dear Gail)))))

[NicknamedBob]

"Yes!!!! My New Internet Connection has been Installed, And is at Least Twice as Fast as the Old One!!"

Congratulations on your new jewel-encrusted leg-iron!