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It’s About Time!

My first query about this challenge is “Clock-Face,” a watch, timekeeper, what else?

However, the word “Clock-Face” reminds me of “Time.” Interesting word time.  Past-Present-Future, to know which one we look at the face of a clock, calendar, or memory. 

“Into Thy Hands, O Lord, I place my past, present, and future.” A little prayer I have been thinking about which brings me much security and or freedom from anxiety.  

Since yesterday I turned 82 years old, my time is running out! The world to me looks pretty bleak these days; therefore, my clock-face looks beckoning! No, I am not at all trying for doom and gloom or a cynic; why not? Because my life has been one of fulfillment. 

Today… let us pray… The Great, Almighty, Powerful God please give peace to all nations and bring your enemies to naught.  

My SIJO poem

GROWING UP or Growing old, too many birthdays, I am told
If you live long enough you can't escape once a year it comes
Cake, ice cream, too many candles all aglow, we call it life

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BEWARE of the unforgivable!

Make sure your Faith is not considered KAPUT for lack of a better word, the word prompt for today! Kaput

Mark 3:28-29, ….” But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never have forgiveness but is guilty of an everlasting sin.” 

We can’t live a life of sin while hoping that we still will make it to heaven one day.

BEWARE

Of Christians who believe ONLY in words, “believe in Jesus Christ and be saved.” Redeemed, yes, but to be saved, they must act. But they continue their lives of living in sin, believing that they will be held unaccounted for — without a change — since Jesus died for our sins. They forget that He redeemed them, but they must amend their lives, not presume they are saved without giving up their sins.  

PRESUMPTION is one of several sins against the Holy Ghost.

It is not ME, warning, it is the WRITTEN WORD & I QUOTE. Here we can read not only FAITH; we must amend our life.

James 2:22-24

“Seest thou, that faith did co-operate with his works; and by works faith was made perfect? … Do you see that by works a man is justified; and not by faith only?”

Or if you prefer the Protestant version see below

King James Version (KJV 1900)22 Seest thou how faith wrought with his works, and by works was faith made perfect? verse 22 – You see, his faith and his actions worked together.  His actions made his faith complete.  The actions are works, not just words. Beware of presumption, meaning to only presume you are saved and continue a life of living in sin. 

Forgive me if I sound like I am pointing at you or judging, I am NOT! I feel inspired to write this because it happened to me, the evil one deceived me into actually believing that God was pleased with my life, although I knew in my heart, I was living in sin. Deception is a true chimera delusion.

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America’s Days for Vaunting are over, it seems!





From my email today very telling, I fear! A Word Prompt for today is VAUNT! Pray for the World!

 
Excellent portrayal of our lonely planet. Copied from an unknown Facebook page. Author unknown, yet quite erudite.

“Men, like nations, think they’re eternal. 
What man in his 20s or 30s doesn’t believe, at least subconsciously, that he’ll live forever?
  In the springtime of youth, an endless summer beckons.  As you pass 70, it’s harder to hide from reality.

Nations also have seasons: 
Imagine a Roman of the 2nd century contemplating an empire that stretched from Britain to the Near East, thinking: This will endure forever….
    Forever was about 500 years, give or take.

France was pivotal in the 17th and 18th centuries; 
 now the land of Charles Martel is on its way to becoming part of the Muslim ummah.

In the 19th and early 20th centuries, the sun never set on the British empire; 
 now Albion exists in a perpetual twilight. 
 Its 95-year-old sovereign is a fitting symbol for a nation in terminal decline.

In the 1980s, Japan seemed poised to buy the world. Business schools taught Japanese management techniques. Today, its birth rate is so low and its population aging so rapidly that an industry has sprung up to remove the remains of elderly Japanese who die alone.

I was born in 1942, almost at the midpoint of the 20th century – the American century.  America’s prestige and influence were never greater. Thanks to the ‘Greatest Generation,’ we won a World War fought throughout most of Europe, Asia and the Pacific.
 We reduced Germany to rubble and put the rising sun to bed.  It set the stage for almost half a century of unprecedented prosperity.

We stopped the spread of communism in Europe and Asia, and fought international terrorism.
 We rebuilt our enemies and lavished foreign aid on much of the world. 
 We built skyscrapers and rockets to the moon. 
We conquered Polio .  
We explored the mysteries of the Universe and the wonders of DNA…the blueprint of life.

But where is the glory that once was Rome? 
 America has moved from a relatively free economy to socialism – which has worked so well NOWHERE in the world.

We’ve gone from a republican government guided by a constitution to a regime of revolving elites.
 We have less freedom with each passing year.
 Like a signpost to the coming reign of terror, the cancel culture is everywhere. We’ve traded the American Revolution for the Cultural Revolution.

We can’t defend our borders, our history (including monuments to past greatness) or our streets. 
 Our cities have become anarchist playgrounds.
 We are a nation of dependents, mendicants, and misplaced charity. Homeless veterans camp in the streets while illegal aliens are put up in hotels.

The president of the United States can’t even quote the beginning of the Declaration of Independence
 (‘You know — The Thing’) correctly.
 Ivy League graduates routinely fail history tests that 5th graders could pass a generation ago. 
 Crime rates soar and we blame the 2nd. Amendment and slash police budgets.

Our culture is certifiably insane.
 Men who think they’re women. 
People who fight racism by seeking to convince members of one race that they’re inherently evil, and others that they are perpetual victims. 
A psychiatrist lecturing at Yale said she fantasizes about ‘unloading a revolver into the head of any white person.’

We slaughter the unborn in the name of freedom, while our birth rate dips lower year by year. 
 Our national debt is so high that we can no longer even pretend that we will repay it one day.
 It’s a $28+trillion monument to our improvidence and refusal to confront reality. 
Our ‘entertainment’ is sadistic, nihilistic and as enduring as a candy bar wrapper thrown in the trash. 
Our music is noise that spans the spectrum from annoying to repulsive.

Patriotism is called insurrection, treason celebrated, and perversion sanctified.  

 A man in blue gets less respect than a man in a dress.  We’re asking soldiers to fight for a nation our leaders no longer believe in. 

How meekly most of us submitted to Fauci-ism (the regime of face masks, lockdowns  and hand sanitizers) shows the impending death of the American spirit.

How do nations slip from greatness to obscurity?

• Fighting endless wars they can’t or won’t win • Accumulating massive debt far beyond their ability to repay •
 Refusing to guard their borders, allowing the nation to be inundated by an alien horde • 
 Surrendering control of their cities to mob rule • 
Allowing indoctrination of the young •
 Moving from a republican form of government to an oligarchy • 
Losing national identity • 
   Indulging indolence • 
Abandoning faith and family – the bulwarks of social order.

In America, every one of these symptoms is pronounced, indicating an advanced stage of the disease.

Even if the cause seems hopeless, do we not have an obligation to those who sacrificed so much to give us what we had? 
 I’m surrounded by ghosts urging me on: 
the Union soldiers who held Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg, the battered bastards of Bastogne, those who served in the cold hell of Korea, the guys who went to the jungles of Southeast Asia and came home to be reviled and neglected.

This is the nation that took in my immigrant grandparents, whose uniform my father and most of my uncles wore in the Second World War.
 I don’t want to imagine a world without America, even though it becomes increasingly likely.

During Britain’s darkest hour, when its professional army was trapped at Dunkirk and a German invasion seemed imminent, Churchill reminded his countrymen,
 ‘Nations that go down fighting rise again, and those that surrender tamely are finished.’ 

The same might be said of causes. 
If we let America slip through our fingers, if we lose without a fight, what will posterity say of us?

While the prognosis is far from good, 
"only God knows  if America’s day in the sun is over”

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A very scary short story — right here!

Oh my! I have been reading here on WordPress who have confessed their blogs have evolved; let me add mine to the list.
First, being introduced to prompts/challenges, and then poetry; now, I am having great fun writing short stories.


Shadows caught my imagination

Adding to the eerieness, the electricity ceased, while shadows caught my imagination off guard; being home alone at this time was quite unnerving!


Howling like a wounded Coyote, I heard the wind plunge against the house; the trees LEANed against the fence.

I jumped! I knew to keep calm is easier said than done.

YET!

Like a shot, the rain stopped. A few moments later, the front door opened, a voice said, “anything new.”

Sighing!

I replied, “just another boring day, mom.”

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He who has ears, HEAR!

We are prompted to use the word/idea SEARCH by Fandango.

This search began for me the other day just out of curiosity on my part.
Our Resident Biden and why!  Is he the real deal? Some say he is not!
Recently it was rumored, fake news, or whatever that he is not even Biden.  Having a little free time, more than usual for me, I went on a search.  Picking off various images of Biden from the Internet.  Could this be true?  Why are some of his earlobes attached and other earlier photos of him, his earlobes detached?  After I discovered this; thinking I found something unique, BUT not at all!  Others have noticed this before me.  Just search your favorite search engine. (Biden's earlobes) It is said your earlobes are like fingerprints and do not change with age.  Some say he had plastic surgery, then why is he still aging? I thought plastic surgery makes one look younger?  Questions and more questions, I wonder!
If they wanted a double, why not pick a person who is a little more alert?

I don't know, just asking!
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Please Allow me to EXPLAIN

I couldn’t resist these two prompt words from two different bloggers here on WordPress. CREDENCE and LUMINESCENCE

Not wanting to sound preachy or assertive; if I do, I apologize; I wanted you to know, especially those who embrace Christianity or think about it.

My post today is about a LUMINESCENCE Flower, a Forever Flower.
What is this a Forever Flower, you may ask? Speaking now of Jesus arouses another question; belief or CREDENCE of why Catholics honor His Mother? She is the Forever Flower and misunderstood by many. It grieves my heart that so many who consider they are Christians yet, miss the inspiration of her privileged grace.

They seem to mistaken her place as a glory possessed by her, not given by God, Himself. Meaning, she who forever, always in His mind, at the perfect time, He created His Masterpiece. His plan! God, who is all-knowing, KNEW.

Allow me, please to explain.

“And there are three who give testimony in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. And these three are one.” 1John 5;7
The Word is Jesus, who, as prophesized, would become A Man with, along with His Divine nature, would have a human nature. Therefore, He needed a human Mother. Consider a woman who would carry God; had to be perfect because God is perfect. Thinking; of the Ark — “So the priests and the Levites were sanctified, to carry the ark of the Lord the God of Israel.” 1 Paralipoenon 1 Chronicles 15-14

To dishonor, His Mother is to dishonor Jesus along with His Will, His plan.

As Jesus came to us through Mary, we imitate Him and find Jesus through Mary’s Forever Flower of grace growing in souls who understand this mystery.

“Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid; for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.” Luke 1;48

The Forever Flower of Grace

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Thankful is what it’s all about!

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Thanksgiving is almost here, who isn’t THANKFUL? I am and this is

Why!

Having reached that part of our journey, the road that takes us to look back instead of forward, I honestly have much to be thankful.
Naturally, I traveled up hills, sliding down and falling too! Most of the twists and turns I chose were correct, yet the few where I lost my compass, my direction is what I hope to forget.
I am thankful for TRADITIONAL Catholic Confession.

I am thankful I followed my vocation of marriage and raising children, now rewarded with grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
God does reward on earth as well as in Heaven. Be thankful!

When the nuns explained why we should pray daily for the person we would eventually marry. I began to pray that day.
I am thankful for 50 plus years of marriage to a man who treated me like a queen. It was nice to be treated like a queen, mainly since we were raising six children; I was so tired at times. No time to write poetry, which is why I try to do it now. Thankful for the time left to me.

Now a widow yet thankful that God has given me His Faith He established on earth. A Faith, my husband, came to join, knowing now we will be together again when my time is finished.

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One Day is not like another

Paint Chip Poetry

Just in case you haven’t tried this challenge, join here!

Put on your thinking cap and create; using the paint chips above, it’s fun!

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A slow-moving black widow spider,
Seen in my coffee can — that day!
I will never forget;
I even spilled my lemonade.
Yet today is a new day,
A sunny-side-up day.
A gentle zephyr like wind seen
Moving clouds as they form
Starships in the sky!

Not your day, just wait!
Tomorrow’s future remade.
Life so exciting!

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Thrift Store Poetry

And so the challenge today is to write a poem using at least 5 of the following words and phrases: the road less traveledPlymouth Rocktissuetaxichalkboardbrown-paper package, and yellow brick road.

Paint Chip Poetry
A little story! Found! Treasures in Thrift stores.
It all begins when purchased; they become yours.
One of the best an old chalkboard with etched words
A recipe — Mix well a woman; one man.
Toss in a brown-paper package, not a pan!
Let’s all hope they never crack as Plymouth Rock.
If done correctly, brand new life should appear.
Months flew by; Birthdays approached with added tears.
Babies —now teens; tissue ruined parents cried.
Their little one’s decisions seemed too rattled.
Some taxied along on the road less traveled.
While remainders choice was the yellow brick road.
As years passed happily, they came to agree.
Shared food sitting under an old apple tree
Story ends on a happy note. Find! Now found!