Daily Spur, true story

And, It Happened to Me, REALLY — True Story

Not only is the word prompt “Special” from The Daily Spur   —  This post is also special.

Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results with the inspirational title of this blog.  Today is special since it really happened to me!

Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us are wrong.

There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.

This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.

I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snow drifts beside me; it felt as if a cannon ball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.

I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snow drifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.

After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.

BirdFeeder

 

poetry, Weekend Writing Prompt, Word Prompts

A Poem composed — Only 74 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon

Seven syllables

per line

Boats that seem to melt or sink
disappear beyond the vast
horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess they
Are still there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!

The eclipse —horizon as
hidden mysteriously!
Looking back through time we go!

Remember Dear Saint Paul was
Blinded by God in order
To see. Mystical is God
Indeed our Faith surpassing!

dVerse

Invisible —Believe it or not!

The Mass of All Times, in one way, is imperceptible “time-traveling.”
Too subtle to even perceive, one might describe it as invisible. Unlike the service known today in your neighboorhood, Catholic Church as the Novus Ordo to distinguish in order to publish the new service by  Paul VI in 1969.

I speak here of the attributes of the traditional Latin Mass only.

Invisible in the sense that we are here and we are also there. Our invisible soul is going back, back through time all the way to a day which Christ crucified on the Cross and purchased the human race — redeemed us!
When we kneel there contained within our physical bodies during the consecration of the bread and wine, time is as if suspended, postponed.

Having an unbroken history from the present day to the distant past, it also establishes an inspiring covenant of unity across the world everywhere.

The sacred language used is as a Pentecost again commemorating the descent of the Holy Ghost upon the apostles. The traditional Latin Mass not only provides universality for all people of all times, till the end of time.
But, within the Mass, Christ perpetuates Himself in the world; likewise, through the Mass, the world can gain perpetual life in Christ.

With all their power
Poorly fail to end His Mass
Seek, and you shall find

#FOWC, #FPQ

How to sit back and enjoy the FAKE NEWS

Question by FPQ: “How do you feel about people who always seem to exaggerate when relating a story? Do you equate embellishment with lying? As a blogger, when, if ever, is stretching the truth, other than when writing fiction, permissible?”

Also, the word of the day from FOWC is “NEWS.”

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Think about how dull the news stories would be without the adjectives used by the writers. Depending on the reader and their wants and needs one would grade the news as being exaggerated or “right on,” lying or just creative writing. The reader who loves the truth will read as they say, “between the lines.” In other words, what is meant by something that is not written! The creative genius of the writer by their embellishment can very easily falsify or misrepresent the truth, by their use of semantics of words.

Semantics is one weapon engineers of the New World Order have put into use, changing definitions of words and symbolism. The person looking for the truth should always ask when in a debate, especially debating with someone from the left, what definition they are using.

Consider also the omittance of “news” such as lately questions about the whereabouts of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The Globalists certainly have to worry about their One World Order agenda set-back when it comes to the real story concerning her ability to serve.

My advice when it comes to hearing the news of today is to “pray and not worry.” Trust God instead of fear the fake news of the Globalists. Not only will that advice be good for your health, but will offer you peace of soul and happiness.

Ah! Another Challenge, Share your World

Who, Me!

Share your World wants to know; and who doesn’t like to write about oneself every once in a while.

Five questions you can read here:

My answers below:

Didn’t have to think too long on this first question. Honestly can’t remember when I might have been offended personally. I say personally directed at me, myself and I. Having said that I do get annoyed when someone disparages what I believe to be sacred and holy unless they are asking an honest question, all coming down to their motive and comebacks.

It is often said that the morals of society will shape the government. Therefore I mean, the morals must be VERY IMPORTANT! Currently, our culture and its morals are headed for a nosedive. Taking the government with it no matter who the President is. I suppose God, as He always has in the past,  will take us back to the essential Ten Commandments; back to basics sooner or later.

My epitaph might be something like this: Wife, Mother, Grandmother who made her share of mistakes in life; in the end, finally understood why it took a lifetime to figure out her purpose in life.

French toast, pancakes or waffles? All sounds good to me, but am leaning toward the pancakes, Swedish pancakes, thin and sweet are my favorite.

Each day when I awake, I am always grateful for my faith in God, my family that keeps growing and growing each year with grandchildren and now great-grandchildren connecting to the chain.

Grateful too, I haven’t had to use the new editor here on WordPress YET, I hate figuring out all over again new Internet “stuff.”

#JusJoJan, SoCS

PONDER THIS!

Anno Domini, in the year of our Lord, since the birth of Jesus Christ so says the thesaurus, and who can argue with the thesaurus or dictionary.com.

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ad/add/AD (Anno Domini).”

Nonbelievers to Christians and everyone in between adds to their instruments of necessary paperwork the date based upon the birth of Jesus Christ. God is clever that way! In a way, it is His AD of advertising that He and He alone is King.

 

 

dVerse, Photo For the Week, poetry

Back to Kindergarten; a MEMORY!

dVerse is asking bloggers to walk around our house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem. Do take a photo of it if you can, and post the photo too. Perhaps your poem will describe the object, or share a memory about the object, or let us know why the object is important to you; or why it’s hanging there. Any form of a poem is fine; serious or fun or reflective. The key is, we want to hang out with you today and learn about something hanging where you live!

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Every time I hear the word “Hanging”, it brings back a memory of me, standing there in kindergarten with the other children and reciting this poem. It had great meaning for me, then as a small child, but today the meaning is even greater. For certainly I have been a very naughty child of God in the past 78 years of my life. Although this is not my poem, composed by me, the author, I believe, is anonymous.

Jesus hanging on the cross,
Tell me was it I?
There are great big teardrops, Lord,
Did I make you cry?
I have been a naughty child
Naughty as can be.
Now I am so sorry Lord;
Please come down to pardon me!

Image of my home walls as seen below:

walls