tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15858666423599367232024-03-09T18:47:16.740-08:00Giric's Family TalesGomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-53086158616644908272024-02-20T14:10:00.000-08:002024-02-20T14:10:43.489-08:00Simon & Marianna Khorolskiy – Не вините Бога<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/TNuYSOW-Xqo?si=Y-GmpBrr766KJwqh" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-65571760857290597202024-01-28T19:40:00.000-08:002024-01-28T19:40:43.153-08:00A Fear Filled Knight<div style="text-align: left;">I hope all of you are weathering this winter well. Icy and snowy weather, with its ever present power outages, has put a limit to my computer use this season. Just about the time I would boot the old dear up, the lights would go out, the power along with them. ARGH!!! I have had a moment today however where it has held steady, so thought I would make yet another attempt to share this poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy it, and that you are all staying warm, snug, and safe. May God bless each and every one of you, and may you have no fear, for God is ever near!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">A Fear Filled Knight<br />or A Fear Filled Night<br /><br />The Knight fell down, upon the frozen ground, <br />the moonbeams blinked, but did not make a sound. <br />A whip-poor-will gave out a mournful cry, <br />this was a fearsome place for him to die. <br />The crypt was cold and empty of all feeling, <br />into the Knight a terror now was stealing. <br />And tho his meddle had been often tested, <br />it was this crypt of fear that had him bested. <br />It caused his thoughts to creep like a murrain, <br />and claw into the depths within his brain. <br />It wove a weft so strong his head was aching, <br />he trembled so his knee’s were badly quaking. <br />But lo, a thought unlike the cold of winter, <br />broke through the ice like grip of fears fell splinter. <br />Then warmed him like a breeze of summers make, <br />and left a well of mirth within its wake. <br />For tho the Knight was young his steel was not, <br />and many a greater battle it had fought. <br />From there upon his side where it had rested, <br />he grabbed it up and knew he wasn’t bested. <br />For it had always come to his defenses, <br />the thought of it had brought him to his senses. <br />He took a grip of it and knew the truth, <br />he slew the fear that often conquered youth. <br />For tho the night was long a wondrous sight,<br /> the coming of the dawn with radiance bright. <br />The sword of steel he held still at the ready, <br />it calmed his nerves and made his weak knee's steady. <br />Now on this night of frozen cold embraces, <br />of fear there were no longer any traces. <br />For with the dawning it soon came to cease, <br />and filled the Knight therewith a heart of peace. <br />He stepped without the ancient crumbling crypt, <br />and sheathed the sword that he had tightly gripped. <br />There in the light there came the song of lark, <br />the Knight had conquered, his fear of the dark!<br /><br /></div><br />Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-25988977090855170442024-01-05T20:21:00.000-08:002024-01-05T20:21:18.812-08:00Oh, The Deep Love of Jesus - Epic Version!<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/KLTu1xv2-Us?si=D3WvGIj2aDFkL1oP" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-85590566143696498032023-12-02T18:11:00.000-08:002023-12-02T18:15:59.666-08:00A Winter's Morning At My Bird Feeders<div style="text-align: left;"> I have always loved feeding birds, especially in the winter when the snow is deep upon the ground. To watch birds at a feeder is like dinner theater. Each bird that comes to the feeder has such a different character, they are like actors in a play. I love nature photography as much as I love birds at my feeders, so here is a small selection of bird pictures that I have taken over the years. They inspire such feelings of wonder and delight. To know that God in his grace has gifted us such wonderful little creatures for us to enjoy, makes my heart glad. I hope the lines of this poem I wrote, and the pictures I've taken, bring as much joy to your hearts as they have mine. I pray God bless each and everyone of you, for he cares more for you than even his birds.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlPX72g077ks5BRb5ljElD-ccgNGwgJpg6DCDo2KRrWMMU7pKNFN3UOEMjiT7t9UFfI6n92wGEYAFL_Mdxzxbjo0JRZVXo5SGG20__TAU0y_C5HAdewUlRo82DsWOmNxJYp_WIqWaMO4uyJPNEs4covsc78oMuEM16Gr3TPxWuca91LQ_X7VEuHhyfO4/s648/Pic%201%20early%20feeder%20snow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlPX72g077ks5BRb5ljElD-ccgNGwgJpg6DCDo2KRrWMMU7pKNFN3UOEMjiT7t9UFfI6n92wGEYAFL_Mdxzxbjo0JRZVXo5SGG20__TAU0y_C5HAdewUlRo82DsWOmNxJYp_WIqWaMO4uyJPNEs4covsc78oMuEM16Gr3TPxWuca91LQ_X7VEuHhyfO4/s320/Pic%201%20early%20feeder%20snow.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Out my window in the dawns still light, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">snow has fallen softly in the night.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70k8mQrXiY42oAXEbTAiHkKGq9MPvccIxGyr1QNpNLrVKREE3hhJrkThUaErvHv_iPvHrPNKiKOgYDOVOhLFGKY0aGt_uCgBJlzwi2x_1NHgWqIRE9km5LPWyVg4MFN7l-MjM5qeIUXM3X5MIfuyrDc7I9NWR8rHIc6zq37p6Khj99d02BdIRGeShvyA/s648/Pic%201%20birds%20at%20feeders.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70k8mQrXiY42oAXEbTAiHkKGq9MPvccIxGyr1QNpNLrVKREE3hhJrkThUaErvHv_iPvHrPNKiKOgYDOVOhLFGKY0aGt_uCgBJlzwi2x_1NHgWqIRE9km5LPWyVg4MFN7l-MjM5qeIUXM3X5MIfuyrDc7I9NWR8rHIc6zq37p6Khj99d02BdIRGeShvyA/s320/Pic%201%20birds%20at%20feeders.jpg" width="320" /></a><span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Birds a twitter at my feeder stands,</span></div><p></p><p></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGThEbYjFpyYSTqfCN3Pxf47sdvkcF7OI_JiVqKZQD_kXSGl0pi4jd0m2-ziS4vpEy-NRVqPSG6lKpuYZhINHr0n0UadaWL8kQNNWmmJIVgmg0IktELNpP69ffu5ShOa7RMkq9rI1Q4k7QKaBb4yEKjorZxRVcB8o2RoRR2AtfhkdjHjapeOTF_LIK4k/s648/Pic%201%20Towhee%20on%20feeder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="648" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGThEbYjFpyYSTqfCN3Pxf47sdvkcF7OI_JiVqKZQD_kXSGl0pi4jd0m2-ziS4vpEy-NRVqPSG6lKpuYZhINHr0n0UadaWL8kQNNWmmJIVgmg0IktELNpP69ffu5ShOa7RMkq9rI1Q4k7QKaBb4yEKjorZxRVcB8o2RoRR2AtfhkdjHjapeOTF_LIK4k/s320/Pic%201%20Towhee%20on%20feeder.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>little ones a whirl,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1E77zBWcogAyzz3ZxgKqY2FlQBjNu2V8GAVDNOi22_CDlyfQmGgNK7dIF6nHOLIxaiYk97rWou7P9cEM-xeWzCpEL9HMdjIWGcDYZ0711LV2_qd3VF2wntGDNffPqr9a6KFLkjgRlbNerdxkKbWZRaZK1awBGRSaSEFAMgastWjZ2lHXmCFkYXabzgw/s1179/Pic%201%20Scrub%20Jay.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="886" data-original-width="1179" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1E77zBWcogAyzz3ZxgKqY2FlQBjNu2V8GAVDNOi22_CDlyfQmGgNK7dIF6nHOLIxaiYk97rWou7P9cEM-xeWzCpEL9HMdjIWGcDYZ0711LV2_qd3VF2wntGDNffPqr9a6KFLkjgRlbNerdxkKbWZRaZK1awBGRSaSEFAMgastWjZ2lHXmCFkYXabzgw/s320/Pic%201%20Scrub%20Jay.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>a Scrub Jay lands.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CZB3bb15CfItB79YHgi-93_bhKjazrXh5sa3zGwr4WWZTYCaxcPD9Nn7KPLZZV-Hz43S5jCwDRryjQ9_NPUows3DAPPXouoH13niEjaCg_SmCkC9UX1AuQwv08dpYWYiI-2W0e2kD3QLRE5EyTSQA2496wR641TcsHTUj1ZBCuUt1J_ewveS2UIJCxU/s648/Pic%201%20finches%20red.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CZB3bb15CfItB79YHgi-93_bhKjazrXh5sa3zGwr4WWZTYCaxcPD9Nn7KPLZZV-Hz43S5jCwDRryjQ9_NPUows3DAPPXouoH13niEjaCg_SmCkC9UX1AuQwv08dpYWYiI-2W0e2kD3QLRE5EyTSQA2496wR641TcsHTUj1ZBCuUt1J_ewveS2UIJCxU/s320/Pic%201%20finches%20red.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Finches red, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc2ESw3uAXKmg3DGgbk_bqQZZZufwTCUuQDWcG0Laf9Pn-g7Eh0BKiaYvfZBoLUf4anGjjbTpyudaxfSDWFuQ0nm158DKxKihxo3y7sl6gsNYfGyRQVgGPgMTfBeCmhTr_3LxcCnZ9PlTa7Am9Y-1OTV0JSL_P9m9bknFtCReV4lYL6AlwPUEz3jK3Iw/s648/Pic%201%20Junco%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="648" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc2ESw3uAXKmg3DGgbk_bqQZZZufwTCUuQDWcG0Laf9Pn-g7Eh0BKiaYvfZBoLUf4anGjjbTpyudaxfSDWFuQ0nm158DKxKihxo3y7sl6gsNYfGyRQVgGPgMTfBeCmhTr_3LxcCnZ9PlTa7Am9Y-1OTV0JSL_P9m9bknFtCReV4lYL6AlwPUEz3jK3Iw/s320/Pic%201%20Junco%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>small Junco, <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLG2rVUyD6p1xkZVFRoOSUODBWJG2WLJTPXUQ0Yd15xLlPjXDQ6n-QjFV50bLugUp-JUmdaigT8KY3zImmVoFjzwZgKts2ooLV6jPz-l1qeVaFOpRddiaLUwnEshXqbcudn9xCLnrYWvydHojGgzEEzYmgaXysKTK-Fxnoh6qHyaKIlBOpB-KleeQnJN0/s648/Pic%201%20Towhees%20bright.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="648" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLG2rVUyD6p1xkZVFRoOSUODBWJG2WLJTPXUQ0Yd15xLlPjXDQ6n-QjFV50bLugUp-JUmdaigT8KY3zImmVoFjzwZgKts2ooLV6jPz-l1qeVaFOpRddiaLUwnEshXqbcudn9xCLnrYWvydHojGgzEEzYmgaXysKTK-Fxnoh6qHyaKIlBOpB-KleeQnJN0/s320/Pic%201%20Towhees%20bright.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Towhee's bright,<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1gyuRAGevwDFarvrzf-yV3CysyZyKTgwLW3AloRFlvK8rEmr-eKo1Ot3nCuig3GBbcUwN6huPOk-rm07tCofMGMtr5Jpx2QnjAyabxqMdJEjhARLmRUXerLHXTYzMXDbKbXWCzsbyKnSnJPkVXik-YPsi86dLKouAKiTmSgZZNo0J5PF-W4WEetso4w/s648/Pic%201%20Chickadee.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="542" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1gyuRAGevwDFarvrzf-yV3CysyZyKTgwLW3AloRFlvK8rEmr-eKo1Ot3nCuig3GBbcUwN6huPOk-rm07tCofMGMtr5Jpx2QnjAyabxqMdJEjhARLmRUXerLHXTYzMXDbKbXWCzsbyKnSnJPkVXik-YPsi86dLKouAKiTmSgZZNo0J5PF-W4WEetso4w/s320/Pic%201%20Chickadee.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Chickadee's that chatter in the light.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4X-z9X2FtQL5UtUAj4T9u899OPf0pPjifTObHUp5Lij0Ex_Dqf6gAFBb5BMh2-mUDeLYpHe4m49bTaXmFKsZEXVu1DQAOlQ71f8BDAlOmIVpLXQtc4yHHhTe-zkFo5aOiossW4hNWsHDwnKpjOqt7CC2-ZLIEdn5XSi4qbagnwhoe-YrelV38OG__jWg/s648/Pic%201%20flit%20and%20flap%20birds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="648" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4X-z9X2FtQL5UtUAj4T9u899OPf0pPjifTObHUp5Lij0Ex_Dqf6gAFBb5BMh2-mUDeLYpHe4m49bTaXmFKsZEXVu1DQAOlQ71f8BDAlOmIVpLXQtc4yHHhTe-zkFo5aOiossW4hNWsHDwnKpjOqt7CC2-ZLIEdn5XSi4qbagnwhoe-YrelV38OG__jWg/s320/Pic%201%20flit%20and%20flap%20birds.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They flit and flap, like puffballs in the snow, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcP4Jkj-2LCub0j9SNZkSds1z2gFjsTvYN8a8ao7Xk1HlfUiRIKHeC49OcjDjrzAYFalRjDoyf8lbDoff1b639L7NTCWxkZndAXbs-dejsN5lloMppuV38F-P6upGbEgjy1r9u1EK2g6Tyzsk9109EG9aN8NKicrqIWQJbKkmkfWz7q5c0Tc_PLw5Nk-U/s648/Pic%201%20flit%20and%20flap%20puffballs%20in%20the%20snow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="648" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcP4Jkj-2LCub0j9SNZkSds1z2gFjsTvYN8a8ao7Xk1HlfUiRIKHeC49OcjDjrzAYFalRjDoyf8lbDoff1b639L7NTCWxkZndAXbs-dejsN5lloMppuV38F-P6upGbEgjy1r9u1EK2g6Tyzsk9109EG9aN8NKicrqIWQJbKkmkfWz7q5c0Tc_PLw5Nk-U/s320/Pic%201%20flit%20and%20flap%20puffballs%20in%20the%20snow.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>cute and sweet they put on quite a show.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjv1fKJMnDEPLOQINlIr1gjt7R0I9BsTNAlkYfpf7FGiz_xaCLOVviJt7_wMkvN2ZPGXZ6UOQyQRnEz5vNw_SHTsQomcIyZ5R3z1MEmGh3A1GmpiSC5o3_-X9aXZ6Oxj5oYC6wwqYo1vpXtXWtLeD-TfoMOqUU86z23uHRi9RxzUfl4yfPl8d0xsKB8E/s648/Pic%201%20quail%20flock%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjv1fKJMnDEPLOQINlIr1gjt7R0I9BsTNAlkYfpf7FGiz_xaCLOVviJt7_wMkvN2ZPGXZ6UOQyQRnEz5vNw_SHTsQomcIyZ5R3z1MEmGh3A1GmpiSC5o3_-X9aXZ6Oxj5oYC6wwqYo1vpXtXWtLeD-TfoMOqUU86z23uHRi9RxzUfl4yfPl8d0xsKB8E/s320/Pic%201%20quail%20flock%20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The sun is up, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZowbRbhNqjDMgLHZ3EcoPCCOxfcMTOUR1zQmMy3i7qW-25gOdKkBsjeKf3Ab9jSkkaaFvdb02oo45kTtPBMDgMBsIM2pvfn-kk7CpY2_tsGZrPGLf9yYyqA4Ee39B6ACuHHgd7WvZf8At-4nPq1Htp4RyX_-2fHuryjl7zqhS7bWGSTmogh1m3yb7O4/s320/Pic%201%20quail%20at%20feeder.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>the small birds scatter, as if for their lives. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEififehHi643HviiazMwE3Rfj0gU9QsZv2DaLcwujUgzvXw_WCrTI_RTePg41Ei6SIkeWjnNy252c9p6swpROnuIkznOSFI7bMLMYGyifKfJjHfAeU2YzB39IPxlIcs8sR3joXXjBRihBnbmiavbOmY8SJ77pp6SmwNNVhOWTeXi_UNzbqSeNvqE5CnqIU/s1620/Pic%201%20quail%20stack%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="1620" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEififehHi643HviiazMwE3Rfj0gU9QsZv2DaLcwujUgzvXw_WCrTI_RTePg41Ei6SIkeWjnNy252c9p6swpROnuIkznOSFI7bMLMYGyifKfJjHfAeU2YzB39IPxlIcs8sR3joXXjBRihBnbmiavbOmY8SJ77pp6SmwNNVhOWTeXi_UNzbqSeNvqE5CnqIU/s320/Pic%201%20quail%20stack%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>For like a flock of chickens to the corn,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdz0stL5DExeoK1GhzN0YG_Ht3biiS7SCMf9PEHIvnrI_E2PrFJt1P50xs3d16rDktFGCebMqPZrnJ6QQkeVVwU3EDR6mSrt9EeB1pIYXvvuLFb_rsL4WQNHiMaG_uNRJaJmbHDVl2Xp0RZhUTzVH48vo7NNLwkjorXJ_P_9KC9dtOA1RhB-FGEKW5Mk/s1765/Pic%201%20quails%20in%20stacks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1765" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdz0stL5DExeoK1GhzN0YG_Ht3biiS7SCMf9PEHIvnrI_E2PrFJt1P50xs3d16rDktFGCebMqPZrnJ6QQkeVVwU3EDR6mSrt9EeB1pIYXvvuLFb_rsL4WQNHiMaG_uNRJaJmbHDVl2Xp0RZhUTzVH48vo7NNLwkjorXJ_P_9KC9dtOA1RhB-FGEKW5Mk/s320/Pic%201%20quails%20in%20stacks.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not polite they jam the smallest cracks, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they even stand upon each other's backs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then such a fuss and such a crazy show,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">like vaudeville tumblers playing in the snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They leap and flap and peck and fall about,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">until with laughter I just want to shout.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But suddenly they stop and stand aside,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrKboKldoaXgo3zPIDEGYw_DGra11QosvQZ5sfmC75pT2Ka3RxWPzDZJ2ZJ4zUgCqdIuLUpKwTX5QJS12j85i-VSEMdII2hLXtlUcQjhIfY_X0sjpKH_yw-esfeHp5hxh7Jw582Tt9aTnmx_6_sS0x1Xit3lBQ7HdZfUu01e7msWjxI2xofF287r5F6I/s648/pic%201%20pheasant.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="648" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrKboKldoaXgo3zPIDEGYw_DGra11QosvQZ5sfmC75pT2Ka3RxWPzDZJ2ZJ4zUgCqdIuLUpKwTX5QJS12j85i-VSEMdII2hLXtlUcQjhIfY_X0sjpKH_yw-esfeHp5hxh7Jw582Tt9aTnmx_6_sS0x1Xit3lBQ7HdZfUu01e7msWjxI2xofF287r5F6I/s320/pic%201%20pheasant.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>now comes the Pheasant,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHS_cydcJIR8ifg8iiCF7sau8w8nbrmwA1KE2JI6RYLcZzA-1g0ChAmGGFo6nelYdvabC52lLVbXCKrr4Gig2hdXr7bsG3nBj3h8TRWgruZe-A79JFagzdU_trBWqO7C4vQkZpsWTGXPypBtUvgee5Vb5X2HDTGdIPHbVYAoa0YsuwaM8FvGEGHcea70/s648/Pic%201%20Quail%20at%20base.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="648" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHS_cydcJIR8ifg8iiCF7sau8w8nbrmwA1KE2JI6RYLcZzA-1g0ChAmGGFo6nelYdvabC52lLVbXCKrr4Gig2hdXr7bsG3nBj3h8TRWgruZe-A79JFagzdU_trBWqO7C4vQkZpsWTGXPypBtUvgee5Vb5X2HDTGdIPHbVYAoa0YsuwaM8FvGEGHcea70/s320/Pic%201%20Quail%20at%20base.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> He barely deigns to notice madding hoard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He calmly strolls to take his fill of grain,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Most dignified he will not long remain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Satisfied he soon departs the scene, <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH10GXnhIXlbhZLnUA3SggswtQJikb7EOuk3Zo1Qrzi6WZzJkUJ2qK7Ush7PZ607NpB69vKhywubMpLFuFKTw3fkickVibUueUxkZBYvKka1iBKbZMGB5nGh-8euJz_CacBaSIX2m3icaWTgdP0eyHE5A4v1yDG8yxMegHywHeB2EvfnMb6YA6aetbSQ/s648/Pic%201%20quails%20resume.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH10GXnhIXlbhZLnUA3SggswtQJikb7EOuk3Zo1Qrzi6WZzJkUJ2qK7Ush7PZ607NpB69vKhywubMpLFuFKTw3fkickVibUueUxkZBYvKka1iBKbZMGB5nGh-8euJz_CacBaSIX2m3icaWTgdP0eyHE5A4v1yDG8yxMegHywHeB2EvfnMb6YA6aetbSQ/s320/Pic%201%20quails%20resume.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Quail resume as if he'd never been.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Out my window in the falling snow,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a view more wonderful I do not know. <br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-65946642444424321792023-11-05T17:23:00.001-08:002023-11-05T17:23:57.799-08:00Simon & Marianna Khorolskiy – Я в бессмертье иду<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/GVE1YD8tfe8?si=drjizbtNnAMsZ3AE" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-36986039756411635462023-10-17T15:59:00.004-07:002023-10-17T15:59:45.546-07:00A Fabricatted Tale Part II<p> I have been working away on the quilt again. I can't seem to get enough of those silly Cats. I decided what the quilt panel needed was simply more Cats. I carefully cut them out of the fabric and appliqued them onto the piece just where I wanted them. This type of cloth modification has been going on since the 17th century, and probably even earlier. If you don't have the fabric you want, just modify and make it you own. Tho this piece seems to be taking on a life of its own. How delicious!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBsVp15NBq0fajtc16s-vN9jLF8hSL_OfONcCGetWTxWHMp00MEgoJuqsGtW0Boi_sxOn6oegtxjPQFjroWsJt3Z5bmIwYRAX8famrH-NIwyt_MSAudNJTqXi4oOLm7E-ogKba7PXfjhbNVQ6uTuaA_WMZIB6uEebizib5sspsWObPNiFwcTT1q6t_S0/s648/Pic%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBsVp15NBq0fajtc16s-vN9jLF8hSL_OfONcCGetWTxWHMp00MEgoJuqsGtW0Boi_sxOn6oegtxjPQFjroWsJt3Z5bmIwYRAX8famrH-NIwyt_MSAudNJTqXi4oOLm7E-ogKba7PXfjhbNVQ6uTuaA_WMZIB6uEebizib5sspsWObPNiFwcTT1q6t_S0/s320/Pic%203.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>I just love this embroidery frame my son bought me off Amazon. It has come in so handy for doing all these crazy cats. It is nice to sit and watch a show and do a cat at the same time. So much quicker than a hoop, and good for wider pieces like this.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4X8Iq8WER80PQHBEhSj785u8V4P4OZ56n7ywxPmCgUOitc2tB3Zl0fMtfpAT4UHaHfrlqx49nWYQWdRSg-NuAYdMXacx1QO5fwcTlY6QI3Fc71npImCdl-5FCCjlAqM90IfGqpAlC1NMUVSJuagNI5JaTdprTGfFTNZtVKpGYqQkH6Y-0eO1FNHC7J1o/s479/Pic%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4X8Iq8WER80PQHBEhSj785u8V4P4OZ56n7ywxPmCgUOitc2tB3Zl0fMtfpAT4UHaHfrlqx49nWYQWdRSg-NuAYdMXacx1QO5fwcTlY6QI3Fc71npImCdl-5FCCjlAqM90IfGqpAlC1NMUVSJuagNI5JaTdprTGfFTNZtVKpGYqQkH6Y-0eO1FNHC7J1o/s320/Pic%204.jpg" width="289" /></a></div>I started out with the idea of just adding a few cats to the center panel, but as it went there just seemed to be more and more cats in the gang. I don't know yet if there will be more. Time will tell.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbiEB0LhqHUnD6fZKPilU7bIjglNZplQd82tlmvxKq3bar5g458TnDZHnLSnAJ3iaEveH5VgMGtDFhqDl066CfFXUa3RUXQC8GHTahRM60934lxH5KLSSVQw9kyT5Jn1oBP0K1-0wizOxevVEPiAuqQkvRg5Zyc0yM-kNpaOLVGgmf5ISmT5UjAlq_hE/s648/Pic%205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="648" height="79" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbiEB0LhqHUnD6fZKPilU7bIjglNZplQd82tlmvxKq3bar5g458TnDZHnLSnAJ3iaEveH5VgMGtDFhqDl066CfFXUa3RUXQC8GHTahRM60934lxH5KLSSVQw9kyT5Jn1oBP0K1-0wizOxevVEPiAuqQkvRg5Zyc0yM-kNpaOLVGgmf5ISmT5UjAlq_hE/s320/Pic%205.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I thought you might like to see some of these cats up close. The stitching is so funny too because it makes them look all scraggly which is just the effect I was going for. I still need to embroider all of their details which is going to be some task.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6J4-67qS5hFDf8r49hDG8svIFJGoSLiDgUwRP2Io3xVsxnoxGRowGQKsBM4TeYKA3qym5hxS4lHKmfX0E04Bnm38Ah3C504PWY9LK7sk8Ze5Gn9ZrKNKXRvRaSDwldN7KGQrjrgDkUo5yqA2CqTXXdYvG3q19CYkGc5XgCGXIzZwSjoKfWWEZO7AWM8U/s671/Pic%206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6J4-67qS5hFDf8r49hDG8svIFJGoSLiDgUwRP2Io3xVsxnoxGRowGQKsBM4TeYKA3qym5hxS4lHKmfX0E04Bnm38Ah3C504PWY9LK7sk8Ze5Gn9ZrKNKXRvRaSDwldN7KGQrjrgDkUo5yqA2CqTXXdYvG3q19CYkGc5XgCGXIzZwSjoKfWWEZO7AWM8U/s320/Pic%206.jpg" width="206" /></a></div>Here is that nice blue spider warning the monster of the cat about to land. Sadly it was too late and the poor monster got a cat foot in the eye.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9I6QGpwQ_nmYkKDPSsWfqvhXoSUF3DuIeBTHHElzParF5_Zu315A-MlhOheFQ_GNOc8JyCKxg50WkUtxkU4iAjpem0uPnQu1pDCbBQXOfHoxMdvNOAkSufPudqlWEIMO9uX4FwHDa81OiZdGLx0kHkxsJ3DbogmTgwbiMPPHztd12-SOVIQh9uvCyH5Q/s648/Pic%207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9I6QGpwQ_nmYkKDPSsWfqvhXoSUF3DuIeBTHHElzParF5_Zu315A-MlhOheFQ_GNOc8JyCKxg50WkUtxkU4iAjpem0uPnQu1pDCbBQXOfHoxMdvNOAkSufPudqlWEIMO9uX4FwHDa81OiZdGLx0kHkxsJ3DbogmTgwbiMPPHztd12-SOVIQh9uvCyH5Q/s320/Pic%207.jpg" width="284" /></a></div>Imagine the feelings of this monster as this crazy cat flew over his head. He had ducked just in time for it to miss him by a hair.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXzEqflD99SMBTnEsjvc6YusYJd74xsWZDZQyimhjABE7ZAIkygWnzPVjIKj5tyBiNllS92RUitxKcK1sz1es1YdGnEsjWvx6OnSZa_zTkCod80YZ4LMZKU-hpPR-KxrJguVHUADiAywAZwc5jszpk7JwYyCDFVNPyid1b8hXqk_Ha_MCxxKtd3aVRvY/s797/Pic%208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXzEqflD99SMBTnEsjvc6YusYJd74xsWZDZQyimhjABE7ZAIkygWnzPVjIKj5tyBiNllS92RUitxKcK1sz1es1YdGnEsjWvx6OnSZa_zTkCod80YZ4LMZKU-hpPR-KxrJguVHUADiAywAZwc5jszpk7JwYyCDFVNPyid1b8hXqk_Ha_MCxxKtd3aVRvY/s320/Pic%208.jpg" width="116" /></a></div>This whole line of monsters wound up in a jumbled heap. Sadly I do not have a picture of that, they complained to me long after that it was a matter of their dignity so they had destroyed the picture. They weren't about to let their sad shredded selves be put into the public domain for everyone to laugh at.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDI_pgtzu1QAxV7Ffw0RM4GM2X26-olN-o3ghOVlxVBsCuyce-m8HrPpUToPuY7Ovfv0NKI1QHsABCEr-ogpPF2sFmrORvp7xfmPHKCqbb1D9IitZFz8dG4OlLhWQavppGBRAft1IwdyApU1RPhNnU77bOZJ2_SH4dsHNSEKzWFP8fFG1XVTwLpvRoJOU/s648/Pic%209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="648" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDI_pgtzu1QAxV7Ffw0RM4GM2X26-olN-o3ghOVlxVBsCuyce-m8HrPpUToPuY7Ovfv0NKI1QHsABCEr-ogpPF2sFmrORvp7xfmPHKCqbb1D9IitZFz8dG4OlLhWQavppGBRAft1IwdyApU1RPhNnU77bOZJ2_SH4dsHNSEKzWFP8fFG1XVTwLpvRoJOU/s320/Pic%209.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>As you can see this poor fellow is completely addled by the cats and he simply doesn't know what to do?! I thought about putting a cat on his head too. I just can't make up my mind. Cat or no cat that is the question?! Yikes!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSlvAYVy2TO9WS3GV9L-xctW0MaKLUE9Aw-IHuDNZo5zOTqE0-gCnRdV_Ffz099VIt8_q0QWWTHL3bu4T38Ic-BxBiyCgkfrnDIUjZulRC8JZv7w3s0aaRzxEz10C9b6-pBxEGFTbLB6oQ0-OIr54MFpXraALQnZaktHa7TJPyA8QmkVmdCe_fPP-ymM/s653/Pic%2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSlvAYVy2TO9WS3GV9L-xctW0MaKLUE9Aw-IHuDNZo5zOTqE0-gCnRdV_Ffz099VIt8_q0QWWTHL3bu4T38Ic-BxBiyCgkfrnDIUjZulRC8JZv7w3s0aaRzxEz10C9b6-pBxEGFTbLB6oQ0-OIr54MFpXraALQnZaktHa7TJPyA8QmkVmdCe_fPP-ymM/s320/Pic%2010.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>Now this is supposed to be a bat flying overhead, I think, but to me it looks more like a fat owl. However, we will just call it a really fat bat, as no owls so far have come into this story. Just seeing it flying overhead sent the cat to arching its back and hissing. He better pray it's a bat, because certain owls are sure death to cats.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sXc9O_wTSQh72m1ac8yL6T9Fscc-7gUP3VqQX0byaIhWCyjcr-7TKwzmGL0LDuCP_S-5TNF4hraRaVwohfxr6bAgDhIancC0JduHevgyo9u8YsVv7zyeemrM9aLZ_Z7wS2m-L0x7l6h5IYeXOlIsteRZillG28AJq-AVMmjeG5nCeuSE_Fc6LlhQwdc/s648/Pic%2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="593" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sXc9O_wTSQh72m1ac8yL6T9Fscc-7gUP3VqQX0byaIhWCyjcr-7TKwzmGL0LDuCP_S-5TNF4hraRaVwohfxr6bAgDhIancC0JduHevgyo9u8YsVv7zyeemrM9aLZ_Z7wS2m-L0x7l6h5IYeXOlIsteRZillG28AJq-AVMmjeG5nCeuSE_Fc6LlhQwdc/s320/Pic%2013.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><p>As you can see I have gone all out with some nice trims I had in my stash. I don't know what it is exactly about center medallion quilts that I like so much?! But I really do like them. Maybe it is because they are so frugal in the use of the fabric and you can sew them together with relative ease. As a newby at quilting, I'm just not up to the task of something super complicated yet. Tho sewing 26 crazy looking cats onto this piece was a lesson in how to plug away at something, I can tell you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqRfuWUGT_eR_ouFpF7Tz8G8zJGV0MhsrESZSg45dAov8zfmgeoDpG97ZGql2uZC6j1pyGWdWLS-BMjxHXwN-AHZJ3V5MbhhjaD9OLOIwNUj_YND5gF1h-iifk1h9jyEEMWB2qU6aOU5_viIOQTdExLNPvzMYe0qga0ofM5neti6h6bHMI9IEynU-tWM/s648/Pic%2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="648" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqRfuWUGT_eR_ouFpF7Tz8G8zJGV0MhsrESZSg45dAov8zfmgeoDpG97ZGql2uZC6j1pyGWdWLS-BMjxHXwN-AHZJ3V5MbhhjaD9OLOIwNUj_YND5gF1h-iifk1h9jyEEMWB2qU6aOU5_viIOQTdExLNPvzMYe0qga0ofM5neti6h6bHMI9IEynU-tWM/s320/Pic%2012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And as if that wasn't enough, I had this star-burst fabric that was just what I wanted for color on the border, but it wasn't quite right. So I have set myself the task of making the star-bursts all into cobwebs.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxrU_7MuO7BJzbRndJ1PYvhiD0q6bK0ix8u7EbiBCkX4fU13eGrAUDQhU7pBS_gS0ryEnW1049f2IbAWzzzb02D9mlaQml8ijY5o4fDGpPNGt0yp_DB5DsjunoVGhEsM0miKdnv6xg4ubJKftJGdLb_2b9-KdoobsSNQXsLbpEPJNW97sx2qQtFReDUg/s648/Pic%2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="648" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxrU_7MuO7BJzbRndJ1PYvhiD0q6bK0ix8u7EbiBCkX4fU13eGrAUDQhU7pBS_gS0ryEnW1049f2IbAWzzzb02D9mlaQml8ijY5o4fDGpPNGt0yp_DB5DsjunoVGhEsM0miKdnv6xg4ubJKftJGdLb_2b9-KdoobsSNQXsLbpEPJNW97sx2qQtFReDUg/s320/Pic%2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>40 years later...I'm sure once they are all embroidered and quilted they will be just the thing. Making spiderwebs with a fine tipped sharpie it something of a challenge, but I do like a good challenge. Just keep telling yourself that...<br /></p><p>I will bid you farewell for now, and hope to keep you all posted, as I get further along in this quilt. So far it has been loads of fun. With a bit of tedium thrown in for good measure. ha ha ha<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-79004668324759889782023-09-29T18:01:00.003-07:002023-09-29T18:01:59.980-07:00A Fabric Catted Tale<p> It is Fall, one of my favorite times of year. The weather turns cooler, the leaves start to change, and the harvest it ripe and ready for the picking. Then all the hustle and bustle of gathering in. The kitchen comes alive with spices and scents, as the apples and pears are all peeled and cored and prepared into delicious delights for a later day. </p><p>I have put up my pears for the year and am eagerly awaiting the apples, but in the meantime I was looking through my fabric stash, in preparation for a new Fall or Winter quilt project. I came across some fabrics I have had for so long, I can't recall exactly when or where I bought them. I had always meant to do something with them, but time and life just got away from me. The more I looked at them the happier I became, but the one fabric just didn't seem quite right. So taking the one of the cats, I combined it with the other, and such was the result that it made me laugh, and inspired me to write their story in the poem below and share it with you. I hope it makes you laugh as much as it did me.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhkO0BZMeZavHfuqTjkYDohCCvyvILW3EjMtidD1oyzSNRAztRiga2pr2S49Rpa2gbP6cJI6fJ-QOJ9XIOQQajVIDozHSu24wo5rsYg2awdUwQmrVW-LfCLFMN0lIN8oLj8X4h-F67e-0uAtRFuEaauYUmGwTmYJEduI8aeffXAGrt_TzdqG6mun2NOc/s648/Pic%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhkO0BZMeZavHfuqTjkYDohCCvyvILW3EjMtidD1oyzSNRAztRiga2pr2S49Rpa2gbP6cJI6fJ-QOJ9XIOQQajVIDozHSu24wo5rsYg2awdUwQmrVW-LfCLFMN0lIN8oLj8X4h-F67e-0uAtRFuEaauYUmGwTmYJEduI8aeffXAGrt_TzdqG6mun2NOc/s320/Pic%201.jpg" width="280" /></a></div> Isn't this the funniest panel of fabric you have ever seen?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadogsnoD52qWoCQunjsTcGKZXaD8_TaT40p4hzE9Yzw3PdX1kQc8fXLhVaW4wSwEWDlfabikopBVBZqKMaSsqdyyNhCC8n5V-H8H5KDmsASLBdOopHCy4p5JPXCmq05n8zH1ohQw_OPXbLm0JWV3uVhyphenhyphenfb2NpSbK0JOP0zcWQ4yMIFFB6v8LDA2mARHA/s648/Pic%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadogsnoD52qWoCQunjsTcGKZXaD8_TaT40p4hzE9Yzw3PdX1kQc8fXLhVaW4wSwEWDlfabikopBVBZqKMaSsqdyyNhCC8n5V-H8H5KDmsASLBdOopHCy4p5JPXCmq05n8zH1ohQw_OPXbLm0JWV3uVhyphenhyphenfb2NpSbK0JOP0zcWQ4yMIFFB6v8LDA2mARHA/s320/Pic%202.jpg" width="234" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This cat fabric comes second only by a hair. The cats were hilarious and I couldn't pass them up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5alIyQ7nqwaWc3eIvn9vU6caFOpP_0gyTQD0dVFRCk-vespR42lc_l4CjyvPuqPPWvxgO8wPQVQsNVxbGuwS6WxfBI9EeSI_K3NveLZFZjUTHbT698ZyRZG-yYYFq4ZCJ22FHsg6eR06FD7TPd66GOx-pUAy3XJdh1uxPkAN27ygSw2i70pa6wC3rGlE/s648/Pic%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5alIyQ7nqwaWc3eIvn9vU6caFOpP_0gyTQD0dVFRCk-vespR42lc_l4CjyvPuqPPWvxgO8wPQVQsNVxbGuwS6WxfBI9EeSI_K3NveLZFZjUTHbT698ZyRZG-yYYFq4ZCJ22FHsg6eR06FD7TPd66GOx-pUAy3XJdh1uxPkAN27ygSw2i70pa6wC3rGlE/s320/Pic%203.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Then I thought the first fabric just needs more cats, so I got out my trusty embroidery frame, cut out cats from the cat fabric, and went to town sewing them on the first fabric, right where I wanted them to be. What do you think? Doesn't it look better?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgiwV2qxfJPqmk9OY2lm5KcDASd3Mb7qLyd3uWOUL8863z_3TaQBxtJZcdx9ch6c25j6cAvtt9DTz3eHjZ9TBrZ9C3nnYhmqc_3wNCyPB81QbuerTuPH5oabiWqk1I2TCxAX170ym14hnxx-aqX9dX8_qheiGUXbGFktVNBPSxTGuqcxKJTm4Ct5T7xU/s479/Pic%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgiwV2qxfJPqmk9OY2lm5KcDASd3Mb7qLyd3uWOUL8863z_3TaQBxtJZcdx9ch6c25j6cAvtt9DTz3eHjZ9TBrZ9C3nnYhmqc_3wNCyPB81QbuerTuPH5oabiWqk1I2TCxAX170ym14hnxx-aqX9dX8_qheiGUXbGFktVNBPSxTGuqcxKJTm4Ct5T7xU/s320/Pic%204.jpg" width="289" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The end result was this hilarious piece, which I shall henceforth put into the center of my next quilt. Don't you think it's a scream?! It inspired my funny bone so much that their story in poem practically wrote itself. So here is my fabricated tale.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Fabric Catted Tale</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A long time ago, in the annals of time,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or was it last week, I started this rhyme?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whatever the case, of what befell,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it happened, and oh what a tale then to tell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tho it all began, innocently enough,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as tales often do, when full of such stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The cause and effect, were much greater you see,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then what was expected, or what came to be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some Cats had decided, on a midnight stroll,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to meet up with friends, their intended goal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But what they met, on that moonlit night,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">really gave them a terrible fright.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And what Cats will do, when sore afraid,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is go off my friends, like a hand-grenade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So what frightened them, became frightened too,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and what happened next, was a Hullabaloo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But nobody knew, when it came to a halt,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">who was really to blame, or who was at fault.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was many a day, long after that night,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that fingers were pointed, at who caused the fight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some blamed the Spiders, some blamed the Bats,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some blamed the Monsters, and some blamed the Cats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tho I tried my best, to make them all see,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they just wouldn't listen, one bit to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Cats said the Monsters, had trod on their tails,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that is what started, their fear factored wails!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Monsters denied it. The Cats if you please,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">had come flying at them, like a maddened trapeze.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All they had seen, was fur-balls in black,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">all fiercely screeching, "Black Cats Attack!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They thought the Cats, were after their goods, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they had attacked them, because they were Hoods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So they had fought back, as they had come flying,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it wasn't the Monsters, that started the crying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Spiders incensed, as they crawled on the ground,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">said they in their webs, were just hanging around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They hadn't done, a things to the Cats,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but their webs had got shredded, when they had gone bats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When the cats exploded, all they could say,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is they'd tried their best, to stay out of their way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their flying about, had made a real mess,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and they as good Spiders, weren't going to confess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One did warn a Monster, just out of fear,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when a Cat gone all crazy, came flying too near.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"LOOK OUT FOR THE CAT!" The blue Spider said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's going to land, right on top of your head!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"OW! OW! Yelled the Monster, with a great cry,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I've got a Cat, standing in my left eye!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That", laughed a Monster, dressed all in green,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Is the silliest thing, that I've ever seen!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But just at that moment, his heart skipped a beat,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as a black Cat came sprawling, right at his feet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another black Cat, was crouching quite near,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the Monster screamed out, his voice filled with fear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"BEWARE OF THE CATS! BEWARE! BEWARE!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THERE ARE CRAZY BLACK CATS, FLYING EVERYWHERE!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then what followed next, dear girls and dear boys,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">was a fracas and hullabaloo full of loud noise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of scratching's, and howling's, and thumping's, and bruises,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">where nobody wins, and everyone loses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Up overhead, the Bats flew now high,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for they had been dodging the Cats flying by.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It had scared off the bugs, so they all flew away,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">there would be no bug feast, for the Bats on that day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Or should I say not, for the rest of that night,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for the Bats who went hungry, because of the fight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were disgusted, they thought Cats were knave's,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they flew away swiftly, back to their caves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When they were accused, it made them all sad,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they weren't the ones who'd gone rabidly mad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They'd wanted no part, of that silly fight,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in their eye's 'twas the Cats, who'd gone crazy that night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Monsters were madder, than mad could be,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">at the lunatic Cats, and their wild fight spree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their presents were scattered, their tempers were worn,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">their new clothes in tatters, their packages torn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They had not stepped, on a bloomin' Cats tail,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they had not caused the Cats fearful wail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They had come home, by way of the Park,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they had been coming, back from a lark.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They'd no intentions, of starting a fight,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they were a happy party that night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So on and on, and round and round,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> they all were accusing, but gaining no ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While off by himself, a fellow with guile,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">just sat in the shadows, with a sly smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If they had calmed down, and bothered to think,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they might have noticed, the little brown fink.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was he who had thought up, this very trap,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">which the Cats had all fell for, it was a snap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He'd caught a cricket, on that very night,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dropped it on a Cat, then ducked outta sight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That Cat had jumped, on the tail up ahead,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">of a Cat, who had just come from lying in bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It half asleep, had screeched out in fear,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">which sent the whole Cat Clan, into high gear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried to tell them, of what I had seen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But they were still shouting, what they thought had been.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No one would listen, that there by the house,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the fight had been started, by a little brown mouse!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S. Well how would you know, I hear you all ask,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">why didn't someone, take you to task?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I stayed out of sight, tho it took some hopping,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with Cats gone all crazy, and everywhere flopping. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And why should I know, of that sticky wicket?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because I was, that captured black Cricket.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">---------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> So why don't we see the mouse and the cricket on the fabric you might ask?! Well, they are behind the house of course!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-10855889248524860302023-09-05T15:04:00.001-07:002023-09-05T15:04:53.143-07:00As In A Dream<p style="text-align: left;">Early this morning as I was sleeping, the lines of this poem began to form in my mind, and they kept reciting in my head until I awoke and put them to paper. In my minds eye I saw myself as one of the many weary travelers heading to Bethlehem at the edict of Augustus Caesar. Mary and Joseph had walked this same road just days before. Not on mule back as some writers have written, but walking the whole way, in the dust of the road for all those weary miles. They were not wealthy enough to afford a donkey or mule, their offering for their son at the temple was proof of that, for it was just a pair of turtle doves.Tho they were not as poor as those who gave two sparrows, yet they were still very poor indeed. </p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;">In my sleepy state I imagined that I too walked that same road and also found no place to stay, thus camped along the road as I traveled along. There I saw the shepherds when the Angels began their chorus. I too was frightened nearly out of my wits until I heard the Angels sing and their words of hope. Then I followed the shepherds to the manger where Jesus lay and fell down to worship him. As I knelt gazing upon his sweet and innocent face my dream suddenly changed and I saw his life's struggle, its matchless cruelty, and how much he would suffer, with evil men hanging him upon a cross and mocking him. Yet even as they did so he forgave them. In the moment of his death my heart was rung with anguish, it felt as if all the light had gone out of the universe and I was crushed. The earth shook also with grief. I looked and saw the darkness of the tomb where they had laid him, and like his disciples I felt bereaved to the point of death. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Long I stood beside his tomb, gazing upon the stone which closed it fast, staying out of the sight of the soldier guard standing by. My thoughts kept going round and round inside my head, but ever coming back to his words. "Do
not give up hope! I am the resurrection and the life. If I lay down my
life I will take it up again!" His words were like a small spark of hope in a very dark place, tho I did not understand their meaning?! On the third day of my vigil, just before the dawn there came suddenly a mighty sound, I saw the tomb burst open with such a light as would melt the earth and heavens like wax. The soldiers fell like dead men, the stone was flung aside, as Jesus rose with glory from that wretched tomb. The sight of this was more than I could bear and I fainted away. When I awoke I found myself once more within the manger room. All this I had seen while gazing at the wee babe, so small and innocent in his mothers arms. I could not help weeping and saying, "This Lord is how you come to us, and that is how you will die?!" I heard him in my heart reply, "It was my choice, to do the will of my Father who sent me. It was our plan to save a world so lost. I chose to come from heavens throne, counting not the cost." </p><p style="text-align: left;">I find how precious is the word of God. In his word it says, "For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes on him should not perish but have ever lasting life." </p><p style="text-align: left;">John 3:16<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> As In A Dream</p><p style="text-align: center;">As in a dream in days of old, <br />I walked upon a narrow road.<br />The way was bleak as I was told,<br />I wore a cloak against the cold.<br /><br />As I journeyed on my way,<br />the light grew dim at end of day.<br />I sought a place in which to stay,<br />but there was none, tho I could pay.<br /><br />For many others traveled too,<br />along the road as travelers do. <br />They carried burdens and I knew,<br />that further on they ever grew.<br /><br />Beside the road that night I stayed,<br />in a field, not far I strayed.<br />There my weary head I laid,<br />and there I also prayed.<br /><br />Then in the 4th watch of the night,<br />there came a bright and glorious light.<br />I with some shepherd’s gazed in fright,<br />to see the heavenly angelic sight.<br /><br />“Be not afraid, the Angels said,<br />a babe is born in manger bed.<br />Tonight he lays his little head,<br />in Bethlehem.” We rushing fled.<br /><br />And as we fled the Angels sang,<br />it felt as if the heavens rang.<br />Within my frightened heart it sprang,<br />and took away my fear filled pang.<br /><br />So with the shepherd’s I did go,<br />for in my heart a hope did grow.<br />That we would find Him here below,<br />at the place the Angels show.<br /><br />We came at last e’er break of day,<br />unto the place where Jesus lay.<br />And at his feet there in the hay,<br />we knelt to praise him and to pray.<br /><br />I looked upon my Savior’s face,<br />so innocent and full of grace.<br />He had come to take our place,<br />the sacrifice for human race.<br /><br />As I looked, my dream was changed,<br />I saw through time, as men estranged.<br />With evil hearts and minds deranged,<br />a cruel cross for him arranged.<br /><br />My heart was stricken and I cried,<br />“For this you came, for them you died?!”<br />I saw the tomb so dark inside,<br />and then I saw it broken wide.<br /><br />The light that shown when He arose,<br />burst from the tomb, and ever grows.<br />It was no dream, as my heart knows,<br />it was the way that He had chose.<br /><br />Then as I wept my heart awoke,<br />to all the words that He had spoke.<br />The chains of darkness He had broke,<br />removed the burdens and the yoke.<br /><br />He said, “Come unto me, I’ll give you rest,<br />you will be counted with the blessed.<br />My blood will wash away your sin, <br />and you’ll have joy within.”<br /><br />“My yoke is easy, my burdens light,<br />come from the darkness of the night.<br />If you hearken to my voice,<br />I’ll heal your wounds, you will rejoice.”<br /><br />My soul responded, leaped glad my heart,<br />I wish to never e’er depart.<br />That babe who in a manger lay,<br />is still my Savior alive today.<br /><br />He sits triumphant on the throne,<br />beside his Father, this is known.<br />All power is given Christ alone,<br />soon he’ll return to claim his own.<br /><br />Thank you Jesus we are you own!<br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-34083730612935927502023-08-05T15:42:00.004-07:002023-08-05T15:42:31.825-07:00What Jesus Said<p>Too often we think or are made to think, that Jesus doesn't care about our troubles, because they aren't as bad as the other guys, or as bad as the terrible things we see on the news. This couldn't be further from the truth. Jesus lived on this earth, so he knows what it's like to be an everyday human. Jesus cares about everything happening in our lives. He knows everything that is going on, but he still wants to hear us talk to him about it. That to me is just so amazing. He is the most loving caring savior, and our beloved father. So like all great fathers, he is always willing to listen when we come to him. </p><p>Just think about it. The God of the universe came and died for us, and he wants to spend the rest of eternity with us. He wants to help us in our daily lives, and take us home to be with him. I don't know of any love greater than that, do you?! </p><p>Last night, when we had just gotten through with our evening worship, and I was walking into my room to go to bed, a thought came
into my head, so I said to my son Andrew. "You know Jesus never said to the
leper, be glad that you can see!" My son replied, "That's true, he
didn't denigrate people or say there were other people worse off
then they were, so they shouldn't complain." I heartily agreed, and after a little discussion we
both went off to our separate parts of the house. However, I couldn't
get that line out of my head and so got pen and paper and wrote the poem below. I hope that it is a blessing to you, because above all else, I want you to know, that Jesus cares about you!!!<br /></p><p>What Jesus Said<br /><br />Jesus never said to the leper, be glad that you can see,<br />he never said to the blind man, be glad that you hear me.<br />What he said to those seeking him, the sick, the halt, the lame,<br />I have come to bring you healing, in my Father’s name.<br /><br />Jesus never said, go away, there are sicker here than you,<br />he never said, come back later, I’ve got other things to do.<br />What he said was, be cleansed, as he reach out his hand,<br />touched the leper, and the blind man, helped the halt and lame to stand.<br /><br />Jesus never said to children, you can be seen but never heard,<br />they listened to his stories, they hung on every word.<br />A little boys lunch basket, loaves and fishes were inside,<br />Jesus fed the multitude with it, ‘til they were satisfied.<br /><br />He said, become as little children, then my kingdom you will see,<br />become as little children, if you want to follow me.<br />I will heal the broken hearted, I will set the captives free,<br />just believe as little children, and come and follow me.<br /><br />He said, come all you that labor, and I will give you rest,<br />take my yoke upon you, you truly will be blessed.<br />For my yoke is easy, and my burden light,<br />come learn of me, for I make all things right.</p><p>He said, if I be lifted up, I’ll draw all men to me,<br />the halt, the lame, the deaf, the blind who cannot see.<br />I will conquer death, hell has no victory,<br />for all my precious children, who come and follow me.<br /><br />He said on the cross that day, This is my destiny!<br />Father forgive them, for what they do to me.<br />They don’t know in my dying, I will live again,<br />and in laying down my life for them, I’ll take away their sin.<br /><br />Just as he said, he rose triumphant, he sits upon his throne,<br />just as he said, his blood will heal you, and not just you alone.<br />All those who come to him in sorrow, with brokenness repent,<br />he heals and saves, for He was heaven sent.<br /><br />He said, become as children, then my kingdom you will see,<br />become as little children, if you want to follow me.<br />I will heal the broken hearted, I will sinful hearts set free,<br />just believe as little children, and come and follow me.</p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-16197618010474721942023-07-13T15:39:00.005-07:002023-07-13T15:39:59.685-07:00I Walk With The Lord<p>There have been times in my life that I have been so discouraged, I didn't know how I could go on. But I have tried with all I have to just keep trusting in Jesus. I have known all my life that Jesus cared about me, tho Satan has tried to make me doubt it. Jesus knows every little thing about me and knowing that to be true brings me such comfort. He loves me no matter my ups or my downs, and he also knows that in my heart, I want to live for him more than anything. If you are going through a tough time, and feeling like Jesus doesn't care, know this that he not only does, he promises us to never leave us nor forsake us. I believe his promises are true. That nothing can separate us from the love of God, and no matter where we are he is there. <br /></p><p>I was feeling rather discouraged just the other day, but today the Lord reminded me of so many things he has done for me, that I felt inspired to write this poem. I hope it helps you on your path in life today, and that you will remember the blessings God has given you and take courage. Just hang on for dear life and keep trusting in him, for I know he is with you too.<br /></p><p>I've Walked With The Lord<br /><br />I’ve walked with the Lord were the still waters lie, I have known such inner peace.<br />I’ve prayed with such joy that my heart overflowed, that I never wanted it to cease.<br />I’ve felt the rapture that the Lord only brings, to his children with an open heart.<br />I have known his love, and the joy of his grace, and the blessings he did impart.<br /><br />I’ve walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, where sorrows marked my path.<br />I’ve lived with the pain of the worlds cruelty, and suffered its evil wrath.<br />Yet ever the words of the Lord are true, and with me he has always been.<br />So if ever I’m in trouble, sorrow or pain, I always call on his name again. <br /><br />For the Lord’s walked the path, every step I’ve trod, he has felt every pain there too.<br />He knows what it’s like, to feel overwhelmed, for he’s been there like me and you.<br />This world full of sin and its sorrow He bore, and in the end thought it not a loss.<br />To die such a death as we’ve never done, hanging naked on a rugged cross.<br /><br />Yet this man of sorrow, acquainted with grief, did not die and leave us there.<br />Tho we were sinners and deserved the cross, we weren’t left in darkest despair.<br />He took up his life and he rose from the grave, in heaven he ascended his throne.<br />So that every last sinner that believes on His name, he can claim as one of his own.<br /><br />While I walk this earth, be it bad or good, I know that he is by my side.<br />And when the devil with his evil tries to break me down, I will ever in the Lord abide.<br />So through joy or sorrow in this earthly life, I shall ever with the Lord remain.<br />For by Gods grace that he has given me, a home in heaven I will someday gain.<br /><br /><br />Joshua 24:13 ...as for me and my house we will serve the LORD!</p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-43625041293075740592023-06-15T20:35:00.001-07:002023-06-15T20:35:23.838-07:00Simon Khorolskiy – В сионской горнице<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/ECCnsgCmksc" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-15299188141377582732023-06-15T20:34:00.000-07:002023-06-15T20:34:04.186-07:00Simon Khorolskiy – Я преклоняю колени<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/_5dH3w8cq28" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-64436667238563240292023-06-15T20:33:00.000-07:002023-06-15T20:33:09.933-07:00Simon Khorolskiy – Sweet By and By<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/yhHKDMMjPBM" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-20353633072867037132023-06-05T15:13:00.000-07:002023-06-05T15:13:48.570-07:00God Chose To Love Us<div style="text-align: left;"> Each day I wake up and I think God CHOSE to love me! He didn't have to, he chose to. He knew me from the foundation of the world, and he marked me with his love! He knew every mistake I would ever make and yet he loved me! He thought I was worth dying for! How many folks do you know that would do that for you?! </div><div style="text-align: left;">When I think of all the things that could have made him chose not to love us and he did anyway, it breaks my heart to think, that my sins added to his pain. Because of this, I pray he helps me every day to make good choices, choices that lead me closer to him. We have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but I am so glad he is a forgiving and loving creator. His blood covers us and frees us from sin so we can have hearts full of joy in serving him!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thinking on these thoughts, I have been working on a poem. I hope it helps you to think too about just how much our Lord loves us and forgives us! Mankind has done so much wrong, yet he loved us!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">God Chose To Love Us</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He gave us Eden, we gave him Gethsemane,</div><div style="text-align: left;">he gave us eternity, we chose mortality.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He gave us happiness, we chose sin and brokenness,</div><div style="text-align: left;">yet he came to save us all and bring us home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh what suffering, oh what needless pain,</div><div style="text-align: left;">He had oh so much to lose,</div><div style="text-align: left;">we had everything to gain.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He gave up his crown of glory,</div><div style="text-align: left;">and he chose to give his all.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just to save his sinful children from, "The Fall."</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">*Just think about it, please think about it,</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us all, even after our downfall.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us, he made salvation's plan, </div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to save the sinful fallen souls of man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>He chose healing and relief,</div><div>we chose fear and unbelief. </div><div>He chose to leave the upper room,</div><div>we chose a garden with a tomb.</div><br /></div><div>We chose a trials mocking scorn,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>we chose for him a crown of thorns.</div><div>He chose to die upon a tree,</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">we chose to run away and flee.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">*Just think about it, please think about it,</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us all, even after our downfall.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us, he made salvation's plan, </div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to save the sinful souls of fallen man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">But not only did he die, He LIVED AGAIN!!! (triumphant cry!)</div><div style="text-align: left;">For there came that glorious day,</div><div style="text-align: left;">an Angel rolled the stone away.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to take again his breath,</div><div style="text-align: left;">he told the truth, he conquered death.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The song of VICTORY is his forever more!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us, to shed his precious blood,</div><div style="text-align: left;">to give his grace to us, as a redeeming flood.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to give his grace for free, </div><div style="text-align: left;">when he died upon that tree. </div><div style="text-align: left;">He bought you with the price, so that you could live.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">*Just think about it, please think about it,</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us all, even after our downfall.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us, he made salvation's plan, </div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to save the sinful souls of fallen man.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I choose Jesus, for his mighty love,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I choose to walk with him, until my home above.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I choose Jesus, no other could I know,</div><div style="text-align: left;">no greater love could any other show.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Now I choose Jesus, because he died for me,<div style="text-align: left;">I don't deserve it, his gift of Calvary.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But when he offered me redemption, it was then I knew,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I could choose a righteous life, and I do!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> *Just think about it, please think about it,<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us all, even after our downfall.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to love us, he made salvation's plan, </div><div style="text-align: left;">He chose to save the sinful souls of fallen man.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">How could I turn my back, on such redeeming love?!<div>The God of heaven and of earth, the very stars above.</div><div>Wanted me so much he came, and then he died for me,</div>no greater love could there ever be!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Just Think about it! For God so loved the world, he gave the thing he loved the most, his only begotten son, to save our souls. This life is full of heartache and broken dreams, but when you are with Jesus, some day in heaven, for a million years, knowing your life with him will never end, the pain of this life will seem as nothing. He gives us strength day by day to walk with him, and constantly reminds of us of his unfailing love, and for that I am truly grateful.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Please have a God blessed day!<br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-70719175135047734372023-05-13T19:45:00.000-07:002023-05-13T19:45:21.479-07:00Grandma's Farm & Garden-Patch Quilt<div style="text-align: left;">I have finished my quilt! Such a sense of satisfaction! This was my first time trying to make a quilt since my kids were babies back in the 1980's, and the very first time I have ever quilted one by hand. I have been wanting to try out my quilt frame, ever since I found it in a yard sale a few years back, and thought this project perfect for my first attempt. </div><div style="text-align: left;">At the end of March of this year, I began this project and am happy to say it went pretty well, with very few hiccups. Not wanting to overdo it, I started with a simple lap-sized quilt, it turned out to be 40 1/2" x 45 1/4". To say I am just tickled with how it turned out would be a gross understatement. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelu1Vg8u8XAxLH1gkgbBQ3GHYx2hTFyp9wKSi-OXtXEPZXdYKjFoOfkN4EiH17YN4xCALi3Z5JSyNeXHaqTkbSqklSAV3qpgSG9-PazWZxutaYgEF6tbkDwP55NdsZ-vjGpcBUEVbGahSTFFf8l9bv0U7HI-lYH1vkGLb9wsUskkkTPdjkTLlgwkE/s648/Pic%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="648" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelu1Vg8u8XAxLH1gkgbBQ3GHYx2hTFyp9wKSi-OXtXEPZXdYKjFoOfkN4EiH17YN4xCALi3Z5JSyNeXHaqTkbSqklSAV3qpgSG9-PazWZxutaYgEF6tbkDwP55NdsZ-vjGpcBUEVbGahSTFFf8l9bv0U7HI-lYH1vkGLb9wsUskkkTPdjkTLlgwkE/s320/Pic%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This project actually started when I bought this sadly dilapidated panel in a rickety frame at Goodwill several years ago. It was one of those machine cut kits, dating back to the early 2000's, I think, that someone had poorly ironed onto fabric. It was coming all apart and the pieces were falling off. It was super cheap so I decided to rescue it. I had no idea at the time what I was going to do with it, so it languished in my, "do it later" stash.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpp7xGoaIycipdUqUupaM6s4zOtmfyhInn2n-h3bcGafYpBr2QNRpU6ohYKU9mUYR1kK-CqRLQrSiAu3X2dFzoa7oc7ty4QFSo69vZGHQyigKEM_CTd6QCMcqoW9jwfk4JX3IUqd8HG6bSUxGR-4sXQRuAlz_UVGWtyN8l6_pYJI_Rd-qvdyUSLYnZ/s648/Pic%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpp7xGoaIycipdUqUupaM6s4zOtmfyhInn2n-h3bcGafYpBr2QNRpU6ohYKU9mUYR1kK-CqRLQrSiAu3X2dFzoa7oc7ty4QFSo69vZGHQyigKEM_CTd6QCMcqoW9jwfk4JX3IUqd8HG6bSUxGR-4sXQRuAlz_UVGWtyN8l6_pYJI_Rd-qvdyUSLYnZ/s320/Pic%202.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Towards the end of March of this year, I ran across it, and thought it was high time I did something with it. The more I looked at it, the more I thought, with a few alterations, it would make a great Center Medallion quilt. I didn't much care for the green floral fabric it was edged with, so I removed it. Then I put it on my embroidery frame, stretched it nice and snug, and carefully stitched the pieces all back on, only rearranging them in a layout I felt was better balanced. I used decorative embroidery stitches, French knots, and contrasting threads, to try to help the piece look a bit more three dimensional.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-CJj4eL9tunn5ied-dFOZHFwFICid_tDYz8yXm3oUAJsvfsODmf4VjcBPELffnDqwOxsdN6j6dlyn-1LYQXOWJO_-rDh65d_OoKWdWSkUzDEJxSM6Q3_dJsOqwTozM8_iMWp791ModwjmMKtQYdx0PUqRYE6MHEsdTLen3wEuDrc7zt-3AjCzMdJ/s648/Pic%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="648" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-CJj4eL9tunn5ied-dFOZHFwFICid_tDYz8yXm3oUAJsvfsODmf4VjcBPELffnDqwOxsdN6j6dlyn-1LYQXOWJO_-rDh65d_OoKWdWSkUzDEJxSM6Q3_dJsOqwTozM8_iMWp791ModwjmMKtQYdx0PUqRYE6MHEsdTLen3wEuDrc7zt-3AjCzMdJ/s320/Pic%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Going into my fabric stash, I thought I had some fabric that I could use that dated from that same period, which might just work for this project?! Sure enough I found these fun and funky fabrics, that I felt were far better suited to the center piece, than the rose bud fabric from before. I cut them into long strips and attempted to sew them together. This was when my first and only big hiccup occurred. My sewing machine just coughed a fit and refused to sew. Grant you my "Old Beulah" is over 40 and still has all of her original parts. Apparently she was not happy with being stored for as long as she had been. With the aid of my son, Andrew, who helped give her a complete oiling and tune up, including adjusting her drive belt for me, she was soon humming a very happy tune. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The checkerboard fabric was a dream of course, and we shall not inject a sour note here by going into just how tedious and troublesome that sunflower patterned fabric was. It was a humdinger, I tell you. As I had a limited amount, I could not align it all as I would have liked, so it is what it is. I was hoping also to not have to piece any of the edges but alas, the fabric simply was not long enough, so it had to be pieced. But hey, I do love finding pieced pieces amongst my old quilts, so hopefully in the future this will delight another soul just like myself.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ot-L5yONraLoGn86Xtsng2Z-FkBfi8zmbpkVgxZxOdDWzhrpQaBlzRvZd46oumK9yr4tNXgUSYExL0N56syelidgrQ0FpK5W-udgyT5C-tqNdBuuIHn8VWd_fEB5Ln-7xslBdAH76DbwXOiw4_u92m3W65OczXHuv2zVndaKnWgFzs8mByNwDMzH/s648/Pic%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="461" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ot-L5yONraLoGn86Xtsng2Z-FkBfi8zmbpkVgxZxOdDWzhrpQaBlzRvZd46oumK9yr4tNXgUSYExL0N56syelidgrQ0FpK5W-udgyT5C-tqNdBuuIHn8VWd_fEB5Ln-7xslBdAH76DbwXOiw4_u92m3W65OczXHuv2zVndaKnWgFzs8mByNwDMzH/s320/Pic%204.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>In just a few days I had the strips all sewn on, first the sides then the tops, and Andrew was happy to hold it up so I could get some pictures of it. Boy oh boy does my camera hate those red/white and green/white checked fabrics. I will admit it is a bit dizzying to look at, and if I had, had a bit more of the sunflower fabrics I might have made them wider, but then I wouldn't have been able to put it on my shorter quilt poles. My quilt frame comes with both long and short poles and I thought it best to keep to the short poles for now, until I can find a better place than the dining room to set up my frame.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgr9DT9VZy_3qw9-XC9SQ3Tpj7vaxiIJ8Ukz8TdhJL07nvNJdHIuntYfcRrkEQVnrvwDqp77CkoGFhvG_JR4i1UDfmWQ5hwGsUEG4MvyVn-s5HzbbMxTkwMTLtYAZQC0OvrW7107BVhp0uitX879MaNGh32401V4DJ7IuO8NCIWvD-HXGl8Ba4pLe/s648/Pic%205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="648" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgr9DT9VZy_3qw9-XC9SQ3Tpj7vaxiIJ8Ukz8TdhJL07nvNJdHIuntYfcRrkEQVnrvwDqp77CkoGFhvG_JR4i1UDfmWQ5hwGsUEG4MvyVn-s5HzbbMxTkwMTLtYAZQC0OvrW7107BVhp0uitX879MaNGh32401V4DJ7IuO8NCIWvD-HXGl8Ba4pLe/s320/Pic%205.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Next it was time to haul in out of the storage shed my quilt frame and set it up. This is the quilt frame I bought at a yard sale a few years ago. It is a Jasmine Heirloom Quilt Frame made of Maple, and is just beautiful. Wouldn't you know tho we looked high and low, we could not find the instructions that had come with it, on how to set it up. It's a good thing both my son and I are pretty good mechanically, or we would never have figured it out. Truth be told it was all very straight forward, and aside from having to sand one of the pole ends down a bit, so it would fit smoothly in its proper holes and rotate, it all went together without a hitch. I think the pole swelled a little from being stored in a barn for years.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXuuOwLimMqYmJsK_vhRTYc2wwOlFTkENawVw9MaJwbRtcE_uYuIs6d6gGN7wCn5bwERiRNBcrudkjYtxyvydcxBGnjyaKJKupljQjPRoCIfiHBX2xidc7OGd_6fzgipUBLcZvIUDoHfaPahZZp3MYa5rYj81NRObW8v4RklFDMecpPr_j-s35GkQ/s753/Pic%206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="753" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXuuOwLimMqYmJsK_vhRTYc2wwOlFTkENawVw9MaJwbRtcE_uYuIs6d6gGN7wCn5bwERiRNBcrudkjYtxyvydcxBGnjyaKJKupljQjPRoCIfiHBX2xidc7OGd_6fzgipUBLcZvIUDoHfaPahZZp3MYa5rYj81NRObW8v4RklFDMecpPr_j-s35GkQ/s320/Pic%206.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We soon had it set up. The only thing I changed was the fabric that was attached to the poles. They had some garish green patterned stuff stapled on that smelled like mouse berries, and had no dimension lines on it. I had an old black bed sheet so I cut some strips, sewed white dimension lines onto it and stapled it in place. This makes it so much easier when you are pinning your quilt onto the frame to get it on straight. See all those fancy knobs, they are wonderful screw bolts for tightening and loosening your poles as you go along.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrmiWIXIVqS4MiSvI0D3dUlzx9_pb1mr6ehPv7nLqSPuqgW2_yBQzP_dNjLmdZ_7sM0jcDU3r_qmMMwVZWxdCeBxbgX_AyoNs5FLfjl4fCPs8k0IvSa6CYH5qK2fo-Qgj0-NE7pgXpKYXMc0dlDCFGsLvBMdTkLQn9D__2DUX6_AlmIsPxSBV8vrG/s648/Pic%207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrmiWIXIVqS4MiSvI0D3dUlzx9_pb1mr6ehPv7nLqSPuqgW2_yBQzP_dNjLmdZ_7sM0jcDU3r_qmMMwVZWxdCeBxbgX_AyoNs5FLfjl4fCPs8k0IvSa6CYH5qK2fo-Qgj0-NE7pgXpKYXMc0dlDCFGsLvBMdTkLQn9D__2DUX6_AlmIsPxSBV8vrG/s320/Pic%207.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>This quilt frame can be set up as a two bar or three bar system. I decided to try using the three bar, as you can see here. The backing and inside batting are pinned together on the front and middle bars and rolled up on the middle bar, until the slack is taken up. Now it has a tendency when rolling up the back and batting layer, to
tighten up the batting faster than the backing, leaving drooping slop in the backing layer. So my solution was to
put a large metal curtain rod onto the batting and evenly press down on
the batting so as to keep the layers even. This worked really well. The top is then pinned to the front and back bar, right side up, and rolled around the back bar, until the slack is taken up. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhY8_cZlmSzK9ly0JpuOi1sRwR_v8h6YJyJqsOqhq960SicaJwEFJx5cLAORKFgVUx1qF4ILRHPLwiFxz7s7ChBGK73OgbHwT8dgv2H8DcJvq0IrtCitPWa_XEnz0qlwLviJcU5G314moMeU71WtyArqPOtUIAkfPaHHX1LrMaDXhmhevsyPBlgAK-/s648/Pic%208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhY8_cZlmSzK9ly0JpuOi1sRwR_v8h6YJyJqsOqhq960SicaJwEFJx5cLAORKFgVUx1qF4ILRHPLwiFxz7s7ChBGK73OgbHwT8dgv2H8DcJvq0IrtCitPWa_XEnz0qlwLviJcU5G314moMeU71WtyArqPOtUIAkfPaHHX1LrMaDXhmhevsyPBlgAK-/s320/Pic%208.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Before I pinned on my quilt, I had marked the center of my fabrics at both ends of the quilt. This is were the white thread I had stitched onto my black fabric came in real handy. I could easily see the center line I had stitched in white, so it was easy to line up the center of my quilt. I had sewn the length of the black fabric with once inch increments so could easily line up the edge's of my fabric to pin it on.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDINjkDyrDJSW8zq-pRADnhrtxnk__u-Pwq_quKceJ89wbp4Z5zkAhiXuZH7f2LRhKpDGegZX6HD9rbXUBRlkU03Zdh2FBB1rDOdFLI7NVHv4ZjiYxAU9k7cwXQuOXm4MRb_uxLwSOaNPv6AATgagO_eiinGsCSsRNJQLZc85dookvhMOm-w3guPph/s648/Pic%208a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="549" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDINjkDyrDJSW8zq-pRADnhrtxnk__u-Pwq_quKceJ89wbp4Z5zkAhiXuZH7f2LRhKpDGegZX6HD9rbXUBRlkU03Zdh2FBB1rDOdFLI7NVHv4ZjiYxAU9k7cwXQuOXm4MRb_uxLwSOaNPv6AATgagO_eiinGsCSsRNJQLZc85dookvhMOm-w3guPph/s320/Pic%208a.jpg" width="271" /></a></div>Normally you would pin on your quilt with the edges on each end equal, but I had to complicate things by wanting to do my quilt as my mother and grandmothers before me had done. They always turned the back of the quilt up over the outer edge and stitched it down, thus saving themselves the added trouble of sewing on bias binding. This is why as you can see above, my quilt is inset, thus allowing for that turning when completed. This made for a more difficult pinning on at the front edge, and I had to undo it several times to make sure it was aligned straight with the back fabric. This is one of the most critical steps, because if you get this wrong, your whole quilt will be wonky. Having never done this before, I think all in all it doesn't look too bad. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjIz0SIgfvraHByBmm1L-zRrxf8CUhcDBL2HTtfqpBRGI0SHkRBR8uWIkch8Jnct3GEYsVjf3oK5RCRk7hJD8ygDYFnyIA4rmSWBmib5Im-g3kBXTCHPvRkLDAtP_iHRDplSNgya-PR2h7YCDk6TQHpj3y28l1L57ejpK5DWWfWSn6SAQqLz-85Ln/s913/Pic%209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="913" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjIz0SIgfvraHByBmm1L-zRrxf8CUhcDBL2HTtfqpBRGI0SHkRBR8uWIkch8Jnct3GEYsVjf3oK5RCRk7hJD8ygDYFnyIA4rmSWBmib5Im-g3kBXTCHPvRkLDAtP_iHRDplSNgya-PR2h7YCDk6TQHpj3y28l1L57ejpK5DWWfWSn6SAQqLz-85Ln/s320/Pic%209.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Finally after some effort I have it all pinned and rolled and ready to go. It was at this point that another minor hiccup occurred. We could not find the clamps that are supposed to go on the sides to hold tension on the side of the quilt. No amount of hunting on our parts managed to dredge up those crazy pressure clamps. All was not lost however, as I remembered having a few smaller plastic spring clamps that I had used in the past for crafting. We soon found them in their craft tote, and with the aid of some fine hemp twine, we soon had them attached and ready to go. It wouldn't have halted the project, but it is so much nicer to have a slight tension on the edges of you quilt to help keep it aligned.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cri4vSZVVbbDcw_-JI-UjDCQam530Wt5PAB3bG1cUNozjLMH9cJg-veoPAtlYruBMBNkRJop8SqKJ7L6gm6mNjsuORKt57-rsco_FVdCPy6GhJ3mdPQKgyvfxN2VL4TbrHb25Il6DnrjR9iRhrSKz4oPyL9MjPdJNytIc7SzAV2SnJLzUze5SYfY/s648/Pic%2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cri4vSZVVbbDcw_-JI-UjDCQam530Wt5PAB3bG1cUNozjLMH9cJg-veoPAtlYruBMBNkRJop8SqKJ7L6gm6mNjsuORKt57-rsco_FVdCPy6GhJ3mdPQKgyvfxN2VL4TbrHb25Il6DnrjR9iRhrSKz4oPyL9MjPdJNytIc7SzAV2SnJLzUze5SYfY/s320/Pic%2010.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here I am with my threads all lined up, my phone playing one of my favorite Christian singing groups, "Take Three", which I have posted to my blog for your enjoyment. Listening to them is a delight, and brings back such warm memories of my childhood. I thought it the perfect music to stitch to, and it was.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doing this project so reminded me of all those times quilts were put into an old frame that was clamped to our kitchen table at our home when I was a kid. My Grandma, Mom, and often several friends and my siblings would be roped into sitting down to the old quilt frame and tacking the quilt. My mother and maternal grandmother never hand quilted their quilts they always tacked them, and the edge was finished by turning the back over onto the front and hand stitching it in place. This was in the 1970's and their quilts were a kaleidoscope of color. No set pattern that I remember just crazy colored squares, usually six inches in size, jumbled haphazardly into a quilt. They were members of the Dorcas Society and these were strictly utility quilts, to be given out for free to those in need. There was no time for fine stitches and fancy edges. The blocks were made from old donated clothes that were beyond repair.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_E6oDE6SoLnDZAUjMAKfaLNl_uS8q9yKfkjGI91IKizsivLff_5-FCJYl9KpKKeJ07BwAKD03exOlpIpV2hVqtt-j64YYynLWhNBR3scQQoBSlHFxRxeeUubWa7Zs_VFFbQLxGfFtEJ13rhO3GhSr6k9MWNQC_gJ7pab-jGU_8M4vEIspeJsZMBg/s648/Pic%2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_E6oDE6SoLnDZAUjMAKfaLNl_uS8q9yKfkjGI91IKizsivLff_5-FCJYl9KpKKeJ07BwAKD03exOlpIpV2hVqtt-j64YYynLWhNBR3scQQoBSlHFxRxeeUubWa7Zs_VFFbQLxGfFtEJ13rhO3GhSr6k9MWNQC_gJ7pab-jGU_8M4vEIspeJsZMBg/s320/Pic%2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here I am showing a nifty system I used to have fewer knots. I am able to use much longer lengths of thread this way, and don't have to re-knot my needle so often. I divide my thread in half and wrap one half of it around a pin, so when I start to sew there isn't any knot at all. The pin holds the starting point thread in place. I was having to sew starting from the middle of the strips anyway, to ensure they didn't pucker, so I thought this way of doing it would be worth a try. Aside from the thread wanting to tangle a bit because of the long length, things went really smoothly. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeRj1udHb_1VB1i37Wx32joPhL0ZdfcagaZOb4mdA7rcXo6hyK-1Rjw61iawriFSry7vkcwHuyUj56BjzoIYWj_aVF9bVjq5qRlcqrNszQNOLcyjt7aZ-wKTfUXgZTnhQFKs1LauLX_8xzo2lQgAGWqbufZX53hd5Md-J-o3eMZfG5iSQGEV8Q53Y/s648/Pic%2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeRj1udHb_1VB1i37Wx32joPhL0ZdfcagaZOb4mdA7rcXo6hyK-1Rjw61iawriFSry7vkcwHuyUj56BjzoIYWj_aVF9bVjq5qRlcqrNszQNOLcyjt7aZ-wKTfUXgZTnhQFKs1LauLX_8xzo2lQgAGWqbufZX53hd5Md-J-o3eMZfG5iSQGEV8Q53Y/s320/Pic%2013.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here you can see where I came to the corners of the strips. I pulled the thread back out of my needle and wrapped it around a pin. This way I could work my way back and forth on the horizontal lines of the quilt, and then go back and work the vertical lines, putting my needle back onto the thread as I went. This made it easier for me to work from the center to the outsides. Now I don't think you have to do it this way, if the quilt is not a center medallion like the one I was doing?! I don't know enough about quilting on these frames to know if all quilts need to be worked from the center to the outside? I just thought I could work mine smoother if I did it that way, and it seemed to work. As you can also see from these pictures, I was smoothing and pinning ahead of my stitching, to keep everything aligned and as smooth as possible.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9uzrDoEcnuJ2SHGobseSpJPQ8Vk5ogCdhG2B9QWjDgcJ6oes4EdQFCasmiAwvUcIfduMdq_yeIWba1JEZ6zDahbdPh7qwv01aWqwN9nCOxmZ6FigAeJ41jVLUCHsxKg_FEjFqqeeHs_e-_tunUMKPcONWOBaunDLLIcFK-SxsMif2kTObNWMF_Jc/s648/Pic%2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="549" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9uzrDoEcnuJ2SHGobseSpJPQ8Vk5ogCdhG2B9QWjDgcJ6oes4EdQFCasmiAwvUcIfduMdq_yeIWba1JEZ6zDahbdPh7qwv01aWqwN9nCOxmZ6FigAeJ41jVLUCHsxKg_FEjFqqeeHs_e-_tunUMKPcONWOBaunDLLIcFK-SxsMif2kTObNWMF_Jc/s320/Pic%2014.jpg" width="271" /></a></div>After I got as far as the center I stopped sewing the sides and rolled the center medallion to its top and began doing all of the close work there. I outlined every plant, tree, the barn, the lady, the bunny, the chickens, I do mean everything. Then because the sky wasn't looking so good, as it looked rather flat and blank to me, Andrew suggested I put in a cloud, but I just couldn't get one to look right and fit, so I stitched in some birds instead. He and I both think that did the trick. By the way the flower at the top right is actually three dimensional, because the original kit plant was just a large stalk with nothing else. I stitched lavender and yellow fake flower petals on, and presto, an iris was born. A bit out of scale but who's judging?! ha ha ha<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTN8_XqR-s54GXNond7LEssERy1I-obc1xt3rkbwm6_w6qzbQOV-Uqvc3OYTv__tYZaDjXCic6hY6XvuB3eiy6duQ_JzNqYSSM6y_lIB-6nsewzmBs4hGJaTY1NNU_yo9i-QjoVseTxCDRAYNsFU0LNdZaW8HwCoA90AGyCUOIrvuican73TDr2Wx/s648/Pic%2014a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="648" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTN8_XqR-s54GXNond7LEssERy1I-obc1xt3rkbwm6_w6qzbQOV-Uqvc3OYTv__tYZaDjXCic6hY6XvuB3eiy6duQ_JzNqYSSM6y_lIB-6nsewzmBs4hGJaTY1NNU_yo9i-QjoVseTxCDRAYNsFU0LNdZaW8HwCoA90AGyCUOIrvuican73TDr2Wx/s320/Pic%2014a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here after a lot of hard work is my quilt. It is off the quilt frame and pinned and ready for the final push. The hand sewing of the turned up border. Here you can see some of my stitching on the back. I stitched in the ditch with matching green thread and it is really hard to see. The camera didn't like the sheep fabric back anymore than it like the checkerboard front. I can tell you tho, it is hard to see my stitches ever when holding this quilt, so I am not surprised the camera could barely pick it up. I do like invisible stitches. I measured when I was through and I stitched seven and eight stitches to the inch. I think I can be pretty proud of that. I have large hands and it is no easy thing for me to make small stitches, but perseverance pays off. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfID-zhrll1Lv58LwhgFQJmp02MdrXg40aeUoTsr5PMtKuSlroYN1wgwHSAo0Ba_YVerQOIWgfLxB-53OY5V9YPOAoN8WL-GC7CvIW9v7oU_S1Z-S84Q1u7c-yeOjanr_Rtz6iUckffkeAlWqo2c2y5KjwduiY9z9jwctGm-dsZIPFGGq72IGsv8c/s648/Pic%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="648" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfID-zhrll1Lv58LwhgFQJmp02MdrXg40aeUoTsr5PMtKuSlroYN1wgwHSAo0Ba_YVerQOIWgfLxB-53OY5V9YPOAoN8WL-GC7CvIW9v7oU_S1Z-S84Q1u7c-yeOjanr_Rtz6iUckffkeAlWqo2c2y5KjwduiY9z9jwctGm-dsZIPFGGq72IGsv8c/s320/Pic%2015.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here is my quilt all finished and done. The contrasting checkerboard turned out really fun, and the dark green sheep fabric back, when turned over the edge to the front, just finished the whole pattern repeat exactly as I had hoped it would. I started in the 1st of April and finished it the 12th of May. With sewing just a few hours a day, or as often as I could, I was able to get this done. I was actually surprised at how fast it went, as it looked like such a monumental task when I started. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGf6cSsDWmQJEBYdjKndWeMBc9iCdICccIWUETF-IHxGzyA7i1naxs1umhYon1co3zrU2IZRQ3YBdg5oPSqCMQ0lZPpCMQjqs1JWprrkwiIefdmIERM23s6EGGR6_-Apz1iRUaD50BBHYnKRe5Kz07mWRT7Ye879xU20yJXPv6T0RSgAgPHa-rVjd/s648/Pic%2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="648" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGf6cSsDWmQJEBYdjKndWeMBc9iCdICccIWUETF-IHxGzyA7i1naxs1umhYon1co3zrU2IZRQ3YBdg5oPSqCMQ0lZPpCMQjqs1JWprrkwiIefdmIERM23s6EGGR6_-Apz1iRUaD50BBHYnKRe5Kz07mWRT7Ye879xU20yJXPv6T0RSgAgPHa-rVjd/s320/Pic%2016.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here is the back of my quilt. The fabric pattern is white sheep in a green meadow with red/white checkerboard hearts. I was so glad I had this in my fabric stash, and that I had actually bought over a yard of it, because back in the early 2000's I was into buying fat quarters for projects and not full yard goods. Because of my using everything from my stash, including a leftover piece of 1/4 inch cotton batting, this quilt basically cost me nothing but the price of the center piece. Even my thread was left over from other projects.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITDsJ6LkV882iFyNokcQn32rh2f4NA6OuNVlVlrn8kKB3pEpz689UWfgTMpZkOI5j3H6PRq39z2YmXaKfeHGRXkjJca8zBxyYv1l4gqUhbxVsiEr7fGBfEkIXYYomGe8ta6mOHAl6PcUtzBRMuQoJ0EbsGUZQRtTVsxnPTJ1ddDOKPn2RXT7XVIqN/s648/Pic%2018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITDsJ6LkV882iFyNokcQn32rh2f4NA6OuNVlVlrn8kKB3pEpz689UWfgTMpZkOI5j3H6PRq39z2YmXaKfeHGRXkjJca8zBxyYv1l4gqUhbxVsiEr7fGBfEkIXYYomGe8ta6mOHAl6PcUtzBRMuQoJ0EbsGUZQRtTVsxnPTJ1ddDOKPn2RXT7XVIqN/s320/Pic%2018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Here I will close, my task is complete, even to a small label with my name and the date on it, sewn to the back of my quilt. Oh yes, there is a secret in this quilt, that only the future can reveal. Inside the border, on the top and the bottom, I have written messages, so that when the edges wear thin and the threads wear out, someone may read what I have written there, and remember a quilter and her very first ever, hand quilted quilt.</p><p>May the Lord Bless you and keep you, as he has surely blessed me while making this quilt. </p><p>Thank you Lord for all of the wonderful memories of quilts from the past, and for the making of more quilts in the future.<br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-51568074473433315372023-05-13T16:32:00.002-07:002023-05-13T16:32:53.143-07:00TAKE THREE | JESUS, THIS IS FOR YOU (More Songs To Quilt By)<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/YxrQkRwe4MQ" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-35277101357438053602023-05-13T16:31:00.005-07:002023-05-13T16:31:55.125-07:00TAKE THREE | SONGS OF THE MORNING (Songs To Quilt By)<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/mUmV7YQXxCs" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-71102337190530023462023-04-09T17:26:00.000-07:002023-04-09T17:26:15.343-07:00If Not For Jesus<p> As I was posting the other poem, the Lord gave me this one. I hope it comforts you as it has me. For where would we all be without Jesus?!<br /></p><p> If Not For Jesus<br /><br />If not for Gethsemane, where would I be?!<br />If not for His death upon the cross, <br />my soul would be forever lost.<br />If not for His rising from the tomb,<br />breaking sins chains of death and gloom.<br />Where would I be, dear Lord, where would I be?!<br /><br />Lost and forsaken, forever without hope,<br />the world gone mad, with no way for me to cope.<br />No light to shine, each day upon my heart,<br /> just a dark and hopeless ending when I part.<br />No joy to have upon my weary way, <br />no love to keep me going day by day,<br />There would I be, there would I be, without you Lord.<br /><br />I thank you Jesus, for Gethsemane,<br />I thank you Jesus, you died at Calvary.<br />I thank you Jesus, that you thought of me, <br />your grace has saved my soul and set my spirit free.<br />I thank you Jesus, you rose up from the tomb,<br />I thank you Jesus, you broke deaths chains of gloom<br />I thank you Jesus, because without you Lord,<br />There would be nothing left, but fire and sword.<br /><br />I thank you Jesus, that you are always strong,<br />that in my weakness, you carry me along.<br />You give me shelter, and comfort from the blast,<br />and have promised to take me home at last.<br />I thank you Jesus, you promised to return,<br />for that day, with all my heart, I yearn.<br />I long to see your compassionate sweet face,<br />and feel your loving arms embrace.<br /><br />This is my hope, This is my prayer, This is my song.<br /><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-85054125449478288382023-04-09T16:19:00.000-07:002023-04-09T16:19:16.126-07:00Gethsemane<p> On this Easter morning, as I once again read those wonderful words in the Bible, from the book of John, concerning the death of our Lord. I was drawn to chapter 17, to the prayer our Lord prayed before he went with his disciple's to the Garden of Gethsemane. He lifted his eyes toward heaven and he prayed for them, such a beautiful prayer. I encourage you to go read it. It will strengthen your heart! Then, right in verse's 20 & 21, He prayed for US! He didn't just pray for those beside him, he made the very same request for US. He included US, He saw down through the ages, to You and Me and included us in his prayer! </p><p>This is what he prayed: "I am not making request for these alone, but also for the sake of those who believe on me through their word. So that ALL may be one; just as thou, my Father, art with me, that they also may be one with us; so that the world may believe that thou didst send me."</p><p>This prayer just burned in my heart, it gave me such joy to know that Jesus thought of me, before he went to Gethsemane, even knowing what awaited him there. It inspired me to write this song and I hope it blesses each and every one of you. Life can be such a struggle, but we have this hope in Jesus. That he knew us from the foundation of the world, and we are marked with his love, and we are bought with the precious price of his blood. How could we not love him in return?! I am so glad of his choice in Gethsemane. And because of it we have that, "Glorious Morning." Jesus said he had the power to lay down his life and take it up again, and just when his Disciple's we at their most broken and low of heart, He took up his life and rose from the grave, just as he said he would! The joy that filled their souls on that day rings down to us through the ages, in their precious words. Thank you Jesus for that morning!!!<br /></p><p>Gethsemane</p><div style="text-align: left;">He prayed for me, before Gethsemane,</div><div style="text-align: left;">he saw, not just the men at his side.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He knew of the cost, and he knew I was lost,</div><div style="text-align: left;">so he suffered for me and he cried. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus: </div><div style="text-align: left;">I bore your agony, I bore your pain,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I bore the torment of your sins, I bore the stain.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I fought the battle and I won, in the Garden it was done,</div><div style="text-align: left;">it was there I gave my all for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">He prayed with such grief, in dark Gethsemane,</div><div style="text-align: left;">that he sweat, drops like blood from his skin.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was there that he prayed, so my soul could be saved,</div><div style="text-align: left;">yes he cried out to save me from sin.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus:</div><div style="text-align: left;">I bore your agony, I bore your pain,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I bore the torment of your sins, I bore the stain. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I fought the battle and I won, in the Garden it was done,</div><div style="text-align: left;">it was there I gave my all for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">He prayed all alone, in dark Gethsemane,</div><div style="text-align: left;">none would tarry, yet awhile to pray for him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In his anguish of heart, He cried, "Let it all depart,</div><div style="text-align: left;">yet not my will, but thine be done, to end all sin."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus:</div><div style="text-align: left;">He bore your agony, he bore your pain,</div><div style="text-align: left;">he bore the torment of your sins, he bore the stain.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He fought the battle and he won, in the Garden it was done,</div><div style="text-align: left;">it was there he gave his all, for you and me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Inspired by John 17:20 & 21<br />and Luke 22:42 - 46<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-67548197156222096282023-03-21T17:14:00.000-07:002023-03-21T17:14:22.222-07:00Jesus Our Shelter In The Time Of Storm<p> Today is World Poetry Day, so in recognition of the day, I share this poem I wrote. I hope it reminds you of the blessings we have in Jesus, for He truly is our shelter in a time of storm.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> Life is a thunderstorm of rumbling sound,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sometimes its lightning strikes us to the ground.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But we have a Savior that calms stormy sea's,</div><div style="text-align: center;">so call on his name, when you're down on your knee's.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tho the wind lashes and storm rages long,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and everything seems in your life to go wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Call on the Savior for he is the way,</div><div style="text-align: center;">he is your shelter and strength every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He is our refuge in this storm of life,</div><div style="text-align: center;">he won't forsake you amidst all its strife.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Run to his arms he is waiting for you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">run to the Lord he will carry you through.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will bring laughter in spite of the rain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">he will bring joy even when you're in pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He knows your heart and he's longing for you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">his love is faithful to carry your through.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When this storm passes and we are above,</div><div style="text-align: center;">we won't look back but just bask in his love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All this life's worries will grow strangely dim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">when we are in heaven abiding with Him. <br /></div>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-50340437146291706402023-03-12T20:20:00.000-07:002023-03-12T20:20:17.379-07:00The Old Tomstone<div style="text-align: left;"> Here is a poem I wrote inspired by tombstones that I have seen, in old cemeteries. I find it sometimes restful to walk among the stones in these old places, reading the names and wondering what their lives were like?! Sometimes it makes me sad to think of folks forgotten, with no one to come and put flowers on their graves or spend a little time remembering them. Still, I find these places a refuge of peace and quiet from life's hustle and bustle, and as I walk I remember with joy that I have put my trust in Jesus, and look to that day when heaven is my home. My hope is not in a spot in the ground, with a stone to mark my place, but a new and living way, that reunites me with believers and loved ones, and where I will see my Lord face to face. Oh Happy Day!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TkACBCPWZN6fQuvZc9eOtVK0cKAB9rhLipXabpSaxKFpII_Kdpuaua05hbMekEwg_kePWoa2MYEBqiarv5sIZdR_6CgWB3GpprbND_1F6kcBY45LzA_jFcr9t_vGiI9XlU9kB0wAxKhmWIVDt-7WTYB0e_5Ek5Z56y7gXqD3kBUzlkEYRx5__4Kv/s648/tree%20trunks%20graveyards%20alt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="648" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TkACBCPWZN6fQuvZc9eOtVK0cKAB9rhLipXabpSaxKFpII_Kdpuaua05hbMekEwg_kePWoa2MYEBqiarv5sIZdR_6CgWB3GpprbND_1F6kcBY45LzA_jFcr9t_vGiI9XlU9kB0wAxKhmWIVDt-7WTYB0e_5Ek5Z56y7gXqD3kBUzlkEYRx5__4Kv/s320/tree%20trunks%20graveyards%20alt.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you believe how that tree is just consuming the stones!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Old Tombstone<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">In the old graveyard stands a tombstone, <br />worn and battered with the years.<br />No more, come those who knew him, <br />to bring flowers or shed tears.<br />Stalwart it has stood through summers, <br />and the winters chilling storm.<br />Graven words are now moss covered, <br />on its crumbling granite form.<br />Tilted over now it’s falling, <br />slowly down to earthly rest.<br />All is green and stained and broken, <br />as by time it’s repossessed.<br />Who is this that lies foregathered, <br />no one now recalls his name.<br />Was he just a simple farmer, <br />or a statesman of some fame.<br />Did he die just as a stripling, <br />it is anybodies guess.<br />Or was this a fallen soldier, <br />in a war of ugliness.<br />No one knows or has the answers, <br />who is in this lonely grave.<br />They don’t care if he was noble, <br />or a soldier proud and brave.<br />So in thoughtful contemplation, <br />as I stood gazing at the past.<br />I was saddened by the knowledge, <br />on this earth, that nothing lasts.<br />Soon forgotten is our laughter, <br />no more smiles, no more tears. <br />Just a worn and weathered tombstone, <br />marks the time of passing years.<br />We like grass soon fade and wither, <br />tho our stones may last awhile.<br />All too soon no one remembers, <br />ought of our sorrows or our smile.<br /><br />✟<br /><br />But with joyful hope in Jesus, <br />I look up to heavens home.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And not the sadness of a graveyard, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nor a tombstone all alone.</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-69426999450300874352023-02-22T16:18:00.001-08:002023-02-22T16:28:40.715-08:00Before the Throne Of God<p> I was reading Isaiah chapter 6 today and I couldn't help but go and compare his description of the throne of God with that of Johns in the book of Revelation chapter 22. Both descriptions are so wonderful and so full of Gods glory, that the writers were overwhelmed by what they saw. It came to me suddenly how precious is the grace given by our Lord, and how wonderful it will be when we are gathered there before the throne of God. What a time of great rejoicing that will be! I wouldn't miss it for the world!!!<br /></p><p>I was inspired to write this song, and I hope it comforts you, and brings you joy in these difficult times. <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Before the Throne of God<br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">Oh that I might rest by the River of Life, </div><div style="text-align: left;">beneath the shade of the life giving Tree. </div><div style="text-align: left;">And there see Jesus my Savior and Lord, </div><div style="text-align: left;">who gave his life freely for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus: </div><div style="text-align: left;">I believe there's a River of Life for me, </div><div style="text-align: left;">and healing leaves from the life giving Tree. </div><div style="text-align: left;">How I long for heaven my Savior to see, </div><div style="text-align: left;">what a joy that will be for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh that I might drink of the River of Life, </div><div style="text-align: left;">and taste of the fruit of the life giving Tree. </div><div style="text-align: left;">And kneel at the feet of Jesus my Lord, </div><div style="text-align: left;">and thank him for saving me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus: I believe...</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh that I might stand by the river of Life, </div><div style="text-align: left;">in the shade of the beautiful life giving Tree. </div><div style="text-align: left;">There united with those that I loved once again, </div><div style="text-align: left;">it would be utter bliss for me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorus: I believe...</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-67155958528063595662023-02-14T16:52:00.001-08:002023-02-14T16:52:33.314-08:00Happy Valentine's Birthday To My Grandma Lillie<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwx23fzyzhuqngl3Z9eCFauCvXQWEZagm5VypehHC3y6vntfvw0pETT7MRahmVVNmXIfzUm4A13iLYiZF95ji8fxEORD3FuLezjQlTbmtpWYmUdRTCbpFcN-B5t-eM_C40nD3vhkP-bzUM2rddmvNMSVzkSWcTLkz21k8YwdGz5YwHS2Lvi9yZfzG/s1720/Gr%20Lillie%20Mary%20Robison%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1720" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwx23fzyzhuqngl3Z9eCFauCvXQWEZagm5VypehHC3y6vntfvw0pETT7MRahmVVNmXIfzUm4A13iLYiZF95ji8fxEORD3FuLezjQlTbmtpWYmUdRTCbpFcN-B5t-eM_C40nD3vhkP-bzUM2rddmvNMSVzkSWcTLkz21k8YwdGz5YwHS2Lvi9yZfzG/s320/Gr%20Lillie%20Mary%20Robison%202.jpg" width="223" /></a></div>Dearest Grandma Lillie,<p></p><p> Today is your birthday and I sure do miss you. I know you are in heaven now and experiencing the everlasting joy that comes from being in the presence of the purest source of love in all eternity, Jesus! Your faith in Jesus was such a strength and comfort to me, and such a blessing, I wish that I had told you more often just how much you meant to me. There was never any doubt as to your love for me, and your kindness can never be forgotten. Your stories were an endless source of fun, and you were always such an inspiration.<br /></p><p><span> </span>On this Valentines Day when so many are sending cards and exchanging chocolates, balloons, and flowers, etc., etc., I thought I would take a moment to remember your birthday, and remind myself of just how much your love and faith meant to me. Jesus was ever and always the guiding force and strength in your life, and I am so grateful that you showed me what it was like to be a child of God, with simple faith and steadfast love.</p><p><span> </span>I thought today I would put up a few Valentine's Cards that I have, that are from around the time when you were born. I think you would have found them to be a hoot, for you always had a keen sense of humor. I like to think I got my wit and poetry from you, and I pray that I too will always keep an abiding faith in Jesus, just like you.<br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>With all my love, your granddaughter, Lesa</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tPxYOp2QAjLCs6dzt4atz8Di_IW9lGdo8F-MV3YGhTvUTciEVjex4L_pphARQJzPiL8kGLeNOUEl1Z8hhhoIvuJh14SqxFwlIhdVLRdtTV0zX_gxmRUgwNDUNIVGKmH4EK9hNCbgSo5vwDGZjn9QM_p1kGJ6Q1MioNU8sQDK9ScKHv9ETxjmvHn1/s1656/V1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1088" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tPxYOp2QAjLCs6dzt4atz8Di_IW9lGdo8F-MV3YGhTvUTciEVjex4L_pphARQJzPiL8kGLeNOUEl1Z8hhhoIvuJh14SqxFwlIhdVLRdtTV0zX_gxmRUgwNDUNIVGKmH4EK9hNCbgSo5vwDGZjn9QM_p1kGJ6Q1MioNU8sQDK9ScKHv9ETxjmvHn1/s320/V1.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VkxyVzgCtR4h8vMfTi__I_dYsapQXc_tDaFORv2n2ZxV89pMmtdKmZHHQtj16LVEe6_ybQ2giv-aicswk_-JVtpUPKdnYlS2q8nA_WxCKNhGP9AbqEt5IME5UAafT9mbREN9tF8eEvpOZGI1RXGn-rocnWUe6mIMBTSFHFPWk3dA4P_SWpVeVpcG/s1636/V3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1636" data-original-width="1019" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VkxyVzgCtR4h8vMfTi__I_dYsapQXc_tDaFORv2n2ZxV89pMmtdKmZHHQtj16LVEe6_ybQ2giv-aicswk_-JVtpUPKdnYlS2q8nA_WxCKNhGP9AbqEt5IME5UAafT9mbREN9tF8eEvpOZGI1RXGn-rocnWUe6mIMBTSFHFPWk3dA4P_SWpVeVpcG/s320/V3.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4rsHhH5YpMPwCrOOpov6Oylu-TYMoSBbB8H6N4LL_PwauVKVV6M0F6hbaHfp6eeMUyt95H6E7UU0VqwuVScGA6OdyvL1Ohn98peyN4qeUG4s8LXSzm47isF6xxoLLy97zNTaK5Ik2Eur_unNk-kmc1eIzezXD9bYPnJ3jK-18PBMNK0XdGocdlNp/s1624/V5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1624" data-original-width="1032" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4rsHhH5YpMPwCrOOpov6Oylu-TYMoSBbB8H6N4LL_PwauVKVV6M0F6hbaHfp6eeMUyt95H6E7UU0VqwuVScGA6OdyvL1Ohn98peyN4qeUG4s8LXSzm47isF6xxoLLy97zNTaK5Ik2Eur_unNk-kmc1eIzezXD9bYPnJ3jK-18PBMNK0XdGocdlNp/s320/V5.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hF0IB6O_RbkVy6TGGVr-PIWW9HI_JUNh7rA4QNtEA_EG3UI6KEF3lp5qumNM-40_qJzTWh23xDl_WwAtqPdnNKpTM06gNHZRbt00-vAul6Rw_c0r3lRLSXGIn4TYN6e6JOuacZleczAHdS9C0EPjKkDX_qJwPnEtV0Tw9OhY2Ini1RDMWKte3RjS/s1603/V2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1603" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hF0IB6O_RbkVy6TGGVr-PIWW9HI_JUNh7rA4QNtEA_EG3UI6KEF3lp5qumNM-40_qJzTWh23xDl_WwAtqPdnNKpTM06gNHZRbt00-vAul6Rw_c0r3lRLSXGIn4TYN6e6JOuacZleczAHdS9C0EPjKkDX_qJwPnEtV0Tw9OhY2Ini1RDMWKte3RjS/s320/V2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2_9eB3JxoXNaYNCE1UteVHvtJQtB1WENPdmank7KF4yQNTXCWbtpt0nNjD6RyR40PPTo-Qp7-PNYh1SIH-WKMqU2U2KkOgoNO6nxYwFuBMmGO8wPA0Y3zV1QJZbBXQF0SNKKwOGNif20upIDD0N8f-2a3ECJpOb-YcKdeRBB_CvvRgTZKGrt9rAc/s1623/V4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1029" data-original-width="1623" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2_9eB3JxoXNaYNCE1UteVHvtJQtB1WENPdmank7KF4yQNTXCWbtpt0nNjD6RyR40PPTo-Qp7-PNYh1SIH-WKMqU2U2KkOgoNO6nxYwFuBMmGO8wPA0Y3zV1QJZbBXQF0SNKKwOGNif20upIDD0N8f-2a3ECJpOb-YcKdeRBB_CvvRgTZKGrt9rAc/s320/V4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>As you can see tho these cards were made circa 1909-1912 they are just as sentimental and sometimes as silly as the cards of today. I find some of the cards of this period to be very beautiful. Funnily enough these postcards were not sent between romantic couples at all, but were sent by younger siblings to an older brother who was far away from his home in Ohio, and was out working as a hired hand in the farm fields of Kansas, Colorado, and Nebraska. I'm sure they were sent as a warm reminder of his loved ones back home, for this young man was sorely missed.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsysESW040B3uHVeVigNFRbdzD-ld7eAg2GZwSa2C3GFb4qmcrCFCx3I0lert6TX_mx0wj1wrKaV-lyTWAd20e8wMDauI6M6PR0wM6tz-lxlO5wKiHD3Hb9FgVuF9TCLR94czT9W_uWVOtfCilyzSBOfVpVyAyQNGiZviWM6DO1-boUSg5nIh7QowK/s2251/Lillie%20Mary%20Thompson%20Robison%20c%201924%20alt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2251" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsysESW040B3uHVeVigNFRbdzD-ld7eAg2GZwSa2C3GFb4qmcrCFCx3I0lert6TX_mx0wj1wrKaV-lyTWAd20e8wMDauI6M6PR0wM6tz-lxlO5wKiHD3Hb9FgVuF9TCLR94czT9W_uWVOtfCilyzSBOfVpVyAyQNGiZviWM6DO1-boUSg5nIh7QowK/s320/Lillie%20Mary%20Thompson%20Robison%20c%201924%20alt.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p>Grandma Lillie from not long before she met Grandpa Shorty. When she met him she was living in Goodwell, Texas co., Oklahoma, and working in a restaurant there.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LSOBVBqxTs-3b6To0NElXHVok2qY2Y80yE03kGuhLo_j08EgkcWhWAxQUhQGv2iWAahJjeZMXUTQzYdQg2e-QK6ChO_-b7bVlbap6PJ6XT-qBi_Sd9uwYgPzLe1VkTkrG6sFdxVmfr43AadHeASFWN5yDrvxxWFtxTdh0jXZkCT6QqZopbkXuHtr/s1482/322575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1040" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LSOBVBqxTs-3b6To0NElXHVok2qY2Y80yE03kGuhLo_j08EgkcWhWAxQUhQGv2iWAahJjeZMXUTQzYdQg2e-QK6ChO_-b7bVlbap6PJ6XT-qBi_Sd9uwYgPzLe1VkTkrG6sFdxVmfr43AadHeASFWN5yDrvxxWFtxTdh0jXZkCT6QqZopbkXuHtr/s320/322575.jpg" width="225" /></a></div> Grandpa Shorty on the home place, on Oxly road, just east of Doniphan, Ripley co., Missouri.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxHs1d0cL8eweFbP6jnwCte0eyD8PToyR5OPxGObirZk7ODk0nSnPYpNz4NOfYDEe9MHVhrdYpSRUL7NKiJ4XBW8tTVt-j_ZxjZSeaQZmZUp3KBXG_JK-dGPtixSRPCav05mOHkrDmM34g1j44PYr5GUzqGgFME37OZsMRe-dyA67KMYGWwGP0v7D/s1488/Gerald%20D%20Robison%201929%2030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="1488" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxHs1d0cL8eweFbP6jnwCte0eyD8PToyR5OPxGObirZk7ODk0nSnPYpNz4NOfYDEe9MHVhrdYpSRUL7NKiJ4XBW8tTVt-j_ZxjZSeaQZmZUp3KBXG_JK-dGPtixSRPCav05mOHkrDmM34g1j44PYr5GUzqGgFME37OZsMRe-dyA67KMYGWwGP0v7D/s320/Gerald%20D%20Robison%201929%2030.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Grandpa Shorty, at his employer's place near Goodwell, Texas co., Oklahoma.<br /><p>Grandpa Gerald who went by the nickname of "Shorty" had come from his home near Doniphan, Ripley co., Missouri to work in the oilfields near Goodwell,Texas co., Oklahoma. He often came into the restaurant to eat where Grandma Lillie worked. He took a liking to grandma and they began to "step out together." (as grandma put it.) I don't know if theirs was a long courtship or if they ever sent each other cards or letters, but I do know they were true and faithful to one another all of their married life.<br /></p><p>Now at that time, (1930), in some parts of the country, young folks when they got married, were often treated to what was called a "Shivaree." A type of hazing if you will, which included the gathering of a crowd at the young folks place, late at night, with the banging of pots and pans and anything else that related to noise making, and it wouldn't stop until a party was thrown for the nuisance makers.</p><p>Now my grandparents did not want to have a Shivaree, as they both worked for their living, and times were hard. It being 1930, the Great Depression was in full swing, and they just couldn't afford the cost of some crazy party. That and my grandma hated being the center of attention. So when grandpa popped the question and she said yes, they decided they would leave town and get married without anyone being the wiser. On their marriage day, grandma took some time off of work and so did grandpa, and they hopped on the train in town and went from Goodwell to Guymon, Oklahoma and got hitched by the Justice of the Peace. Unfortunately they were not as subtle as they thought, (as some folks can smell a romance a mile off), so very soon after their return, it was all over town that they had just got hitched. </p><p>Next thing you know some fellows had grabbed up grandpa and hauled him up the street to the restaurant where grandma was working. Someone else grabbed a wheelbarrow. Grandma's fellow workers grabbed her and made her get into the wheelbarrow, while the men made grandpa wheel her in it up and down the main street, with cars honking and folks hootin' and laughin' and making all sorts of racket. Well grandma was pretty fit to be tied, and grandpa was nearly about to blow his sometimes very short fuse. After some length of this goofing about, they were finally let go, but not before nearly the entire county knew they had got married.<br /></p><p>That evening when they went home to their place outside of town, they were determined to avoid the possibility of a Shivaree, so they took a blanket and hid in the brush away from the house. Sure enough not long after dark, over the hills began to be seen the headlights of cars, coming to their place. They thought they could wait the revelers out, but they just got louder and louder, banging on pots and pans and even on the doors and walls of the house, and shouting for the couple to come out and give them a party. The mob saw grandpa's Model-T in the drive, so they knew the folks had to be home somewhere. </p><p>Grandma got afraid they would do an injury to the house, so they finally slunk back down out of the brush and gave the noisy hoodlums a party. Grandma said it was the most tiresome thing she had ever gone through, and the crowd didn't leave until after midnight. </p><p>Now it may be true that it was a tiresome thing to go through at the time, but from the way she relished it, I could tell grandma sure got a lot of fun out of telling us that story. She always told it with a good laugh and a twinkle in her eye. I can still see her today, sitting on her sofa speaking in her soft Oklahoma drawl, which years of living in the Pacific Northwest could never erase, telling that story and laughing at its conclusion. <br /></p><p>Happy Valentine's Birthday Grandma, and thank you once again for all of the wonderful happy memories.<br /></p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-34391650259738023172023-01-27T13:47:00.000-08:002023-01-27T13:47:21.189-08:00The Lord Is My Path<p>I awoke the other morning with the beginning lines of this poem running through my head, and I thank the Lord for his grace in allowing me to write it and share it with you here. </p><p>Life is full of twists and turns, humps, bumps, and mountains to climb. But no matter the twists in life's path God is always there, for he is the true path to heaven, and the guide of my life. He has promised to never leave us or forsake us, and it is a promise that I firmly believe. May you all have a God Blessed day!<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-z4XMYrOwfCvyG4A56BmmD_P6ttM0LgVhbuEDE643l6UGnFRUSzaNEXgZbhYXDyHQfcNaJbJhlSvXHRGWypULJqfAIi7vHHODPlwq0e1krfRQs6EvIHGDmC4dhXjfG-A3m97YGIkyb-PZBUvlxfqESE48gOMJyS2G8Db1TPZ4w_XxQ32kAh885bTS/s648/The%20Lord%20Is%20My%20Path.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-z4XMYrOwfCvyG4A56BmmD_P6ttM0LgVhbuEDE643l6UGnFRUSzaNEXgZbhYXDyHQfcNaJbJhlSvXHRGWypULJqfAIi7vHHODPlwq0e1krfRQs6EvIHGDmC4dhXjfG-A3m97YGIkyb-PZBUvlxfqESE48gOMJyS2G8Db1TPZ4w_XxQ32kAh885bTS/s320/The%20Lord%20Is%20My%20Path.jpg" width="213" /></a></div> The Lord Is My path<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">God chose to bring my soul into existence,</p><p style="text-align: center;">my life is his to do just as he will.</p><p style="text-align: center;">When storms of life like sea billows gather,</p><p style="text-align: center;">He says, "Fear not my child, peace be still.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Out of great sorrow the Lord brought me rejoicing,</p><p style="text-align: center;">he is a comfort each moment now for me.</p><p style="text-align: center;">May the path that I walk be all his doing,</p><p style="text-align: center;">for his grace is sufficient for me.</p><p style="text-align: center;">He is my rock the joy of my salvation,</p><p style="text-align: center;">his name the fortress that I may enter in.</p><p style="text-align: center;">To dwell in safety his lovely arms surround me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">his blood the sacrifice that freed my soul from sin.</p><p style="text-align: center;">So let me not through this worlds trials weaken,</p><p style="text-align: center;">in my resolve to live daily by his grace.</p><p style="text-align: center;">That when my path on this earth has finally ended,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'll shout with joy as I look upon his face. <br /></p><p> </p>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585866642359936723.post-62049684205245856362023-01-22T18:17:00.000-08:002023-01-22T18:17:19.151-08:00Simon Khorolskiy – How My Soul Longs For Heaven - God Bless You Simon For This Song<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/B4vsmDQ2Dog" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gomberlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09207517224169952695noreply@blogger.com0