Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen †
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So true, he is there, right with us, when we most need his love and support. We only need ask for it and it will be given
It’s easier to know he’s there in the still and the quiet, dear benzy. Shut the world out and listen 💕🙏🏻
Stevie Ray Vaughn’s tribute to Jimi Hendrix … two giants, both gone much too early
Another CATURDAY, my dear Garrison 💕☕…only the second one in November, and already in my travels around neighbourhoods near and not so near, what should greet me but Christmas lights!!
I am not one who bemoans the early anticipation of Christmas, but this the earliest I have ever seen them. I think people are disheartened by what were clearly manipulated results of an “election” which as the reality sinks deeper the more we can see how very close we are to losing this country of ours and plummeting into darkness. We here in our Tree of Refuge with its uncountable branches recognize it; and I believe that after my delight and unexpected child like reaction when I saw the many houses already lit so gloriously, the feeling is widespread.
So much so that people in my area are lighting this darkness early the only way they can. Houses draped in twinkling globes in all colours so that those who drive by might feel less gloomy. And maybe be glad that the celebration of the birth of our Lord and Saviour is closer than we would normally begin the Season of our One Hope over despair. I really pray it does…
And so onward with this week’s selection of those inscrutable, unpredictable little creatures with their weaponized paws and their propensity to fill their servants (that would be us) with hours of occasional frustration, wonder, joy and companionship. I know as the nights draw in you miss Tink like the dickens. I miss every cat who ever crossed our threshold and decided that we would be worthy of their presence, then settled in. I know Corny misses her beauties who knew a good woman when they saw her.
My hope is that what follows will lift a few spirits😸
Watch Cat in his natural surroundings
I wasn’t sure if I should cry or laugh. I chose the second option. May God help up all.