New Friends and Old Friends
Joseph Parry
1841-1903
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test--
Time and change--are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,
Friendship never knows decay.
For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die,
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast--
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 28, 2010
Saturday Night
Aug 28, 2010
Out to dinner with K & T & R. Marie Calendars 1/2 price deal=burgers/fries and pies! Had fun. But, learned NEVER mention politics with Kevin - I thought he would explode. He hates anything to do with the mention of it. So, that was a big shock, keep my mouth shut will be my motto around it. But it's hard, my feelings run deep through and through when it comes to protecting our freedoms and allegiances to our country. Sad that I can't share what is so dear to my heart - the preserving of liberty and the values our country is founded on.
That's a part of my psyche that is ingrained within my spirit. I remember the stories about my ancestors and the sacrifices of coming to America. I one wrote a road show about it and we won 1st place.
What is going on in the country today is dangerous and will cause the constitution to fall if the good people in the country don't unite behind the movement to stop it. Socialistic theories and policies are being spread around like jelly on toast! And people with a lot of money are buying their way into leadership positions. Prophets have warned and warned the nation, but people are turning away the missionaries and other countries out do USA in baptisms. We know we are in last days and close to the second coming of our Lord. I hope I can hang on, sometimes its hard, most of the time its hard just going about daily chores. I need to strengthen my testimony.
Out to dinner with K & T & R. Marie Calendars 1/2 price deal=burgers/fries and pies! Had fun. But, learned NEVER mention politics with Kevin - I thought he would explode. He hates anything to do with the mention of it. So, that was a big shock, keep my mouth shut will be my motto around it. But it's hard, my feelings run deep through and through when it comes to protecting our freedoms and allegiances to our country. Sad that I can't share what is so dear to my heart - the preserving of liberty and the values our country is founded on.
That's a part of my psyche that is ingrained within my spirit. I remember the stories about my ancestors and the sacrifices of coming to America. I one wrote a road show about it and we won 1st place.
What is going on in the country today is dangerous and will cause the constitution to fall if the good people in the country don't unite behind the movement to stop it. Socialistic theories and policies are being spread around like jelly on toast! And people with a lot of money are buying their way into leadership positions. Prophets have warned and warned the nation, but people are turning away the missionaries and other countries out do USA in baptisms. We know we are in last days and close to the second coming of our Lord. I hope I can hang on, sometimes its hard, most of the time its hard just going about daily chores. I need to strengthen my testimony.
Aug 27, 2010
The dark again
August 27, 2010
Today as well as the last few days I spent in the dark and dreary wilderness which holds me captive. I can't find words enough to describe the pain. And no one else really wants to hear it. But I wish I could scream and all the sorrow trapped inside my heart would spew out of my mouth and never come back. It is a difficult situation which is even more painful living with my husband who forgets important things. Yesterday he was suppose to wait for Ben who would be late but decided to go out back and clean his bird cage. When Melissa tried to drop Benj off, she didn't know he was here. Short story is she was upset and I felt the blood drain out of my body only to be replaced with an ugly anger. Thus followed the hours of tiredness combined with tears and wanting my life to end. It is amazing how problems like this can throw me into a cauldron of hot coals. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
Today as well as the last few days I spent in the dark and dreary wilderness which holds me captive. I can't find words enough to describe the pain. And no one else really wants to hear it. But I wish I could scream and all the sorrow trapped inside my heart would spew out of my mouth and never come back. It is a difficult situation which is even more painful living with my husband who forgets important things. Yesterday he was suppose to wait for Ben who would be late but decided to go out back and clean his bird cage. When Melissa tried to drop Benj off, she didn't know he was here. Short story is she was upset and I felt the blood drain out of my body only to be replaced with an ugly anger. Thus followed the hours of tiredness combined with tears and wanting my life to end. It is amazing how problems like this can throw me into a cauldron of hot coals. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
Aug 25, 2010
August 24, 2010
I WISH today that I could reach through the curtain of yesterday and pull it inside out. Then I might stand within an old familiar moment and taste the fragrance of long ago when flowers danced in the wind and the heavens surrounded me with joy. Often I feel as though my feet are standing in long ago times of carefree journeys where paths through unfamiliar woods would lure me into secret discoveries. When feeling this overpowering emotion, I can not breathe. Today is here and now. Yet, I lack desire to dwell in the dreary now! These days are often marred by loneliness and sorrows and heaviness and of trudging onward without a view from above. I see only the long and endless road. The dark and endless path with a small wisp of light at the tunnels end that beckons my heart to hope. "Be still my soul", is a whisper in my mind. Yet in the quiet evening reflection a heaviness surrounds me and the weariness of the days begins to envelope my senses like scenes in a haunted dream.
I WISH today that I could reach through the curtain of yesterday and pull it inside out. Then I might stand within an old familiar moment and taste the fragrance of long ago when flowers danced in the wind and the heavens surrounded me with joy. Often I feel as though my feet are standing in long ago times of carefree journeys where paths through unfamiliar woods would lure me into secret discoveries. When feeling this overpowering emotion, I can not breathe. Today is here and now. Yet, I lack desire to dwell in the dreary now! These days are often marred by loneliness and sorrows and heaviness and of trudging onward without a view from above. I see only the long and endless road. The dark and endless path with a small wisp of light at the tunnels end that beckons my heart to hope. "Be still my soul", is a whisper in my mind. Yet in the quiet evening reflection a heaviness surrounds me and the weariness of the days begins to envelope my senses like scenes in a haunted dream.
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