Wednesday Words

A little seed lay in the ground and soon began to sprout. "Now, which of all the flowers around," it mused, shall I come out?

Then the little seed said to itself: I don't want to be a lily, for lilies are so cold and lofty. I don't want to be a rose, for the rose is rather loud in color, it dies quickly, its edges wilt and it isn't very practical.

I don't want to be a violet, for the violet is too small, too dark, and grows too close to the ground.

The little seed was like some people we all know. It was critical. It was critical of everything around it. It found fault with its neighbors. It didn't like the colors of some, the perfume of others, the size and shape of others. It had nothing constructive to offer, even in its own behalf. The whole theme of its life was criticism.

And so it criticized each flower,

this supercilious seed.

Until it woke one summer hour

And found itself a WEED.

From CMA Church Bulletin

From Streams In The Desert

Rain

Rain ,rain go away so our Butterflies can fly away.

There are three more new bultterflies that came out of there little cocoon.

Holiday

Columbus sailed the Ocean blue

Happy Thanksgiving Day Canada

Pray Without Ceasing

(1 Thess.5:17 ) When I first open my eyes in the morning I pray, Lord, open the eyes of my understanding; and while I am dressing I pray that I may be clothed with the robe of righteousness; When I wash I ask for the washing of regeneration; as I work I pray that I may have strength equal to my day; when I begin to kindle the fire I pray that God's work may revive my soul; as I sweep out the house I pray that my heart may be cleaned from all its impurities; while preparing and partaking of breakfast I pray to be fed with hidden manna and sincere milk of the Word; as I am busy with the little children I look up to God as my Father and pray for the spirit of adoption, that I may be His obedient child- and so on all day. Everything I do furnishes me with a though for prayer.

From a tract

By Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

Streams In The Desert

My A T C's

I guess you can tell what my return A T C's are ( Butterflies.) at the top. Enlarge to see cards from other people.

The End

Just had to show the end of the birthing

It is Official

the neighborhood must call me the crazy old lady. They just didn't care to ask what I was doing out in the pouring down rain. They went on like they couldn't see me. Enlarge each photo to see the wonder of it all.

I had to kill the wasp

My back got real wet

This is a very slow birth .

This started around 9:00 and when the butterfly got up on the flower it was 12:23. There is no sun to dry it's wings so it took longer maybe.