Crushed Petals
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Cathy
link to Cathy's Genealogy pageI put this information on the website in case you are connected to my family.
link to Cathy's Testimony
(still working on it)
The name Crushed Petals was given to me, I believe, by the Holy Spirit during a season of great disappointment. Even though I really loved God, that foundation was firm, many of my human relationships were very superficial. I tried to jump through numerous hoops to no avail and felt like a dog chasing its tail; going no where fast. Feeling disenfranchised in many respects (family, friends, work, church), I began to realize that Bob is a remarkable gift to me from my Heavenly Father. Bob has been my steady companion, the one to encourage, strengthen and bless me so that I could stop spinning and move forward. He has been a lifeline that helped me while I was in stormy seas. Sometimes you need a human touch to help you work through feelings and circumstances. Even though my relationship with Bob is of great importance, my foremost relationship is still with the Triune God. He is the one who creates, sustains and preserves us, not only in the good times but also in the difficult times. My heart for this website is that the articles, blogs, links and scriptures can be used ot offer hope and to encourage you toward God and forward in His Kingdom. ....Don't Give Up....Help is on the Way.... Maranatha....
What's my motivation?
Anna
Anna the prophetess was also there, a daughter of Phanuel from the tribe of Asher. She was by now a very old woman. She had been married seven years and a widow for eighty-four. She never left the Temple area, worshiping night and day with her fastings and prayers. At the very time Simeon was praying, she showed up, broke into an anthem of praise to God, and talked about the child to all who were waiting expectantly for the freeing of Jerusalem. Luke 2:36 (The Message)
The Shulamite and Her Lover
Look! Listen! There's my lover! Do you see him coming?Vaulting the mountains, leaping the hills.My lover is like a gazelle, graceful; like a young stag, virile.Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate, all ears, all eyes—ready!My lover has arrived and he's speaking to me!
The ManGet up, my dear friend, fair and beautiful lover—come to me!Look around you: Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone!Look! Listen! There's my lover! Do you see him coming?For your voice is soothing and your face is ravishing.The WomanThen you must protect me from the foxes, foxes on the prowl,Foxes who would like nothing better than to get into our flowering garden. My lover is mine, and I am his.Nightly he strolls in our garden,Delighting in the flowers until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.Song of Solomon 2 (The Message)
The ManGet up, my dear friend, fair and beautiful lover—come to me!Look around you: Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone!Look! Listen! There's my lover! Do you see him coming?For your voice is soothing and your face is ravishing.The WomanThen you must protect me from the foxes, foxes on the prowl,Foxes who would like nothing better than to get into our flowering garden. My lover is mine, and I am his.Nightly he strolls in our garden,Delighting in the flowers until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.Song of Solomon 2 (The Message)
The Bride
The whole world's a choir—and singing!Spring warblers are filling the forest with sweet arpeggios.Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed, and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.Oh, get up, dear friend, my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!Come, my shy and modest dove— leave your seclusion, come out in the open.Let me see your face, let me hear your voice.
I will sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul!He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness,As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara.For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms,So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations. Isaiah 61:10 (The Message)
I will sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul!He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness,As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara.For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms,So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations. Isaiah 61:10 (The Message)
One Thing
One thing I have desired of the LORD, That will I seek:That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life,To behold the beauty of the LORD, And to inquire in His temple.Psalm 27:4 (New King James Version)I'm asking God for one thing, only one thing: To live with him in his house my whole life long.I'll contemplate his beauty; I'll study at his feet.Psalm 27:4 (The Message)
This was my favorite poem when I was little. It is pretty much the way we all talked in my family and neighborhood.
My grandpa really talked like this.
Link to James Whitcomb Riley website
LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIEINSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTIONTo all the little children: - The happy ones; and sad ones;The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;The good ones - Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an-keep;An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun,A-listenin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers, -An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout: -An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'for she knowed what she's about!An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,An' the lightnin'bugs in dew is all squenched away, -You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an-keep;An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun,A-listenin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers, -An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout: -An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'for she knowed what she's about!An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,An' the lightnin'bugs in dew is all squenched away, -You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!