Writer's Block: Career paths
shaobinger
If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?

I want to be gourmet.Throughout the world.
welcome to come my website:http://www.uggcardy-us.com.

Writer's Block: White air
shaobinger
Is it snowing where you are right now?

We haven't snow.
welcome to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com

Grandfather's Clock
shaobinger
In the dining room of my grandfather's house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for four generations to become one. The table was always spread with food from wonderful family recipes all containing love as the main ingredient. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family friend, watching over the laughter and story swapping and gentle kidding that were a part of our lives.
As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I marveled at how at different times of the day, that clock would chime three times, six times or more, with a wonderful resonant sound that echoed throughout the house. I found the clock comforting. Familiar. Year after year, the clock chimed, a part of my memories, a part of my heart.
Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather's ritual. He meticulously wound that clock with a special key each day. That key was magic to me. It kept our family's magnificent clock ticking and chiming, a part of every holiday and every tradition, as solid as the wood from which it was made. I remember watching as my grand-father took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the massive old clock. He inserted the key and wound-not too much, never overwind, he'd tell me solemnly. Nor too little. He never let that clock wind down and stop. When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to open the door to the grandfather clock and let us each take a turn winding the key. I remember the first time I did, I trembled with anticipation. To be part of this family ritual was sacred.
After my beloved grandfather died, it was several days after the funeral before I remembered the clock!
"Mama! The clock! We've let it wind down."
The tears flowed freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood forlornly quiet. As quiet as the funeral parlor had been. Hushed. The clock even seemed smaller. Not quite as magnificent without my grandfather's special touch. I couldn't bear to look at it.
Sometime later, years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. No bowls clanging, no laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the clock-all was still. The hands on the clock were frozen, a reminder of time slipping away, stopped at the precise moment when my grandfather had ceased winding it. I took the key in my shaking hand and opened the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a child again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and twinkling blue eyes. He was there, winking at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power. I stood, lost in the moment for a long time. Then slowly, reverently, I inserted the key and wound the clock. It sprang to life. Tick-tock, tick-tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my heart. In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather lived again.
why not come to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com?

Be Still With God
shaobinger
ll day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went grocery shopping and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn't work as long as I could when I was younger. "I've got to rest for a minute," I told my husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.

A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. "Be still, and know that I am God." I realized that I hadn't spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God? Suddenly, the thought of my beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a few minutes alone with God.

Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place of rest and tranquility. If I can't be still with God in that environment, I can't be still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the telephone, I slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I closed my eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.

A bird flew by me, chirping and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.

I closed my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caused my wind chimes to dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes finally became quiet.

Again, I bowed in prayer. "Honk, honk," I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin. A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved back, happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to settle down, repeating the familiar verse in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.

"I'm trying God. I really am," I whispered. "But you've got to help me here."

The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. "I love you," he said. "I was wondering where you were." I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then turned around and went back inside.

"Where's the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain, only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This iiiimpossible, I thought. There's no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There's too much going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me.

Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I'd begun my quiet time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze. He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.

I laughed to realize that the "interruptions" of my quiet time with God were special blessings He'd sent to show me He was with me the entire time.

Why not come to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com?

Writer's Block: Tearjerkers
shaobinger
Which movie always makes you cry?

About love and affection

welcome to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays
shaobinger
Which December holidays do you celebrate, and why? One random answer will win a $50 Amazon gift card. [Details here]

CHRISTMAS
http://www.uggcardy-us.com

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays
shaobinger
What is your must-see holiday movie? One random answer will win a $50 Amazon gift card. [Details here]

Stolen dream space
welcome to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays
shaobinger
If you could solve one problem in the world, what would it be? One random answer will win a $50 Amazon gift card. [Details here]

really???
welcome to my website http://www.uggcardy-us.com

MERRY CHRISTMAS
shaobinger
The flowing snowflake in the sky is like the white wing of the angel, who brings the snowflake to me. If you take a breath and then release it slowly, the snowflake will be glad to take off their beautiful and angulatus evening dress and give you a surprise. Standing in the crowd, I can’t help closing my eyes and say Merry Charismas in my inner heart.
The stars in the sky become brightness under the shining street lights. Just like the ocean’s evening with the dancing angers in the above sky. I am so excited, as far as the eye could see, with the sight of lovely circles. The Santa Claus that hanging on the wall is smiling at me now. Also it seems that the people who surround me are giving me so many Christmas Cards that filled with smile. I will never forget all this warming greetings and I will cherish them in my inner heart along with the unsaid greetings Merry Christmas.
The breeze that blowing our face gently is just like the sign of the angel. When looking up in the night sky, there comes the upbeat music and the tunes of the Ode to Joy. All this lovely tunes walk around from one place to the next and then skip to the night sky with the help of the snow and finally spread slowly in the crowd. Everything seems very lovely and people are all preoccupied with happiness. At this moment I would like to transfer one of the most moving and the greeting Merry Christmas to the common people.
Get some sleep and sleep well! Too many miracles will happen tonight. Tomorrow morning I will never forger to have a look at the stocks that hanging on the bedside. Maybe it contains the world in our eyes. Also I hope that the Santa Clause can give me the boots that I am dreaming about for a long period of time then I can scrunch through the snow.
http://www.uggcardy-us.com

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays
shaobinger
Post your favorite holiday-themed animated gif. One random answer will win a $50 Amazon gift card. [Details here]

viste my site:
http://www.uggcardy-us.com

?

Log in