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This tiny fellow stared me down a few moments ago. I was finishing mopping the floors and had the kitchen door open to welcome the warm afternoon breeze to help dry the floors. He just hovered and dared me to linger long enough to snap this shot:

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He was kind of big as bees come, yet still so tiny compared to me and my kitchen door.

So why did my heart race when he menacingly remained hovering at eye level to me, unlike most bees? And why did I jump when he lunged toward my camera?

How great a physical and psychological response some of the tiniest of things create! What power we give to tiny things!

What kinds of tiny things do you make mountains from and allow to control you?

And are there other tiny things we ignore which really require greater attention?

Hey God, thank You for the tiny things that get our attention…please help us to discern if these things are meant to take up a tiny part of our energy – like what table linens and crystal to choose for the Thanksgiving dinner table…

…Or if it’s one of those tiny things that we tend to dismiss that actually deserves greater attention – like not realizing that the neighbor or friend who appears to have it all together, may not have the resources this year to even buy a turkey for their family.

Let us, when we feel tiny, stare down the mountains in our path and know that we can move them if we try.

Let us, when we encounter the seemingly tiniest of things, take a moment to consider how great they are in their own right.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, the meek, those who mourn, those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, the merciful, the pure in heart, the persecuted, the peacemakers! Bless the tiny things, Lord…

*****

Buzzy buzzy, honey bee
Buzzing, staring, right at me

Why’d you pick my kitchen door
To visit me once I’d cleaned my floor?

Tiny, small, you do appear
Yet large must be your bee career

If I could only follow you,
I’d see much greater credit due

For though I’m bigger than a bee,
Your job is bigger than I see

My big fat problems can’t compare
To those in need with nought to spare

So help me, God, to clearly see
The greatness in this tiny bee.

 

WPC: Transmogrify

There has been a bit of Transmogrification going on in my town as Halloween approaches…

Our neighbor and his dogs were mysteriously transmogrified overnight:


Then our town was transmogrified into a witch’s coven and they jammed the streets on a bike ride, brooms on board:

Courtesy al.com

Witch-Madonna!


 

Not to be left out, our beloved town’s waterfront fountain transmogrified from crimson to sapphire, almost overnight:


On my morning walk today, I found a fruit-bearing sago palm was transmogrified into a banana spider’s lair:

Lastly, a tiny seed, over the summer, transmogrified into a beautiful, soft blossom of cotton, across the road from our house:


Abracadabra! 

Hocus pocus, you’re a bat!!


Thank You, God, for transformations. We are the clay, You are the Potter. Thank You for metamorphosis and for all things changed and different. Change is challenging, but it beats stagnation any day. Please give us grace and wisdom in the face of change.

God, please help us to be aware of when it’s time to change, give us the courage to go forth and to endure the process…knowing that we will be blessed, one way or another, by the transformation. 

And, if I may be so petty, please grant our Cubs a miracle.

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(Photo courtesy of Game Day Sports Blog)

Little known fact about your Southern Sea Muse: She grew up on the Shiny shores of Lake Michigan, her very first sea from birth.

Shoveling snow notwithstanding, her heart-roots run deep in Chicago tradition…including her Daddy holding her in his arms during the seventh inning for Harry Caray’s beloved rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.”

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His spirit is with us, no doubt…God rest his soul.

So, WordPress…something shiny that caught my eye? My Chicago Cubs breaking the Big Curse within my lifetime!

 

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We can do this!! (Photo courtesy of the Chicago Tribune)

Thank You, God, for traditions and miracles, big and small.

And thanks for reminding us to never to say never.

Waiting…

…for Godot, comes to mind, the play by Beckett.

So Vladimir and Estragon wait and ponder life and that for which they wait…not unlike us.

An entire play based on the journey instead of the end-result…how pertinent!

It encompasses everything from philosophy to the practical, to what to do when things change in the face of growing old together when you wait…and wait…and still never find that holy grail of realization.

Can you grow old with another without finding the satisfaction of the goals you seek? Can you stick with it without squirming too much, without bailing, roaming or wandering off when nature calls, like in the play?

Few of us can…

…but all of us can hope and dream ~ as well we should.

For Waiting is what it’s all about.

Because once you arrive, it’s time to get out of the pool.

And that’s no fun!

Home is definitely where my heart is…and Local is my focal:

Polo At the Point Classic 2016

Downtown

Famous Southern writers get famous here…

Special Needs Softball – Run, Forrest, run!

The destination IS the journey!

Spectabulous sunsets at the pier…applause is the custom

Rose garden by the bay

Church while you kayak!

A place like no other…


Thank You, God, for the special places You give us to live, to visit and to enjoy. Thank You for our differences and all manner of various cultures and customs. And thank You for being in each and every one of them!

How ironic that the Weekly Photo Challenge for H2O came about as Hurricane Matthew was barreling up the Southeast Coast of the United States.

Please join me in offering up thoughts and prayers for our friends affected by this powerful storm.

Better yet, choose a way to Help those who did not ask for this much H2O!

Our bloggy buddy Mr. 3D , very close to Matthew’s ground zero, was keeping us abreast of the events until they presumably lost power…but I bet he will have some great photos of the H2O in his neck of the woods soon.

I really wish I could have photographed Matthew; I have enjoyed capturing storms in the past and was actually slated to have been there until Matthew, Southwest Airlines and God (not necessarily in that order) grounded me in no uncertain terms.

Phoo.

Instead, I offer some of my shots of Hurricanes Katrina and Ivan’s handiwork, two disasters I’ll never forget but which I am glad I rode out, mainly for the sake of being able to be present to offer aid and assistance to its victims in the aftermath:

Please, God, grant the people in the path of today’s storm mercy and faith; help ensure their every need is met and may they be blessed with resilience and peace.

God, I am humbled in Your having stopped the path of other storms as a result of this storm.

Father, Your impeccable timing has not escaped us and we thank You for Your perfect will and for guiding our hearts and lives.

As i compose this post in the sympathetic winds and Sandy Breezes of Hurricane Matthew from the next coast over, we thank You for delivery, forgiveness and purity as You purge clean and wash all things anew in the wake of destruction and darkness.

Thank You, God, for making good out of bad, wisdom out of tears, clean out of dirty and safety out of peril.

Please bless our friends in Matthew’s path and may they rise stronger out of this H2O.

 

img_7099Boy, did i ever!!

Realized a LOT today…

*things i knew but didn’t want to admit/face

*things i didn’t know but sort of kind of really did

*things i thought i’d never need to know or do and wound up having to know/do

*things i DON’T want to know but i should anyway

Last week i shot this sunrise and it had me fooled into thinking my life was controlled by One thing; this week i know it’s controlled by God. (That’s Him spiritually barreling down the street, on His way to consume me)…

Wasn’t it God all along?

Thank You, God, for clarity and perspective.