tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296805562024-03-19T00:50:15.752-07:00Mary from the PrairieMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-67279875008919332422016-12-14T19:48:00.000-08:002016-12-14T19:48:04.722-08:00
I was recently challenged to "write 350 words about a sibling." Here is my answer to the challenge, coming in at exactly 350 words of fictional siblingdom. (Sorry chick, no kind words about you today. And none for the brother unit either).
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“What can I prepare for you today?”
The barrista looked familiar, uncannily so. Her voice Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-32509979504100997642016-11-20T19:11:00.000-08:002016-11-20T19:16:16.330-08:00God's iPadI will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, who will never leave you. He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth. The world cannot receive him, because it isn’t looking for him and doesn’t recognize him. But you know him, because he lives with you now and later will be in you. -- John 14:16-17 NLT
It's been some time since I last publicly Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-11882767075948981042016-11-20T19:08:00.004-08:002016-11-20T19:16:55.672-08:00God's grace
(this entry was originally posted June 18, 2014, at another blog site.)
Life took an unexpected turn … I’m now the lady with cancer.
I’m still sister/daughter/niece/aunt/friend/colleague. And now it’s different.
I started chemo. Therefore, I receive attention I didn’t get before.
I accept I have to slow down. A week ago I would take a book to Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-70903155462462655322013-07-21T12:30:00.000-07:002013-07-21T12:30:00.847-07:00Stories ... We all have one ...
Isaiah
20:2- At that time the Lord spoke by
Isaiah the son of Amoz, saying, “Go, and loose the sackcloth from your waist
and take off your sandals from your feet,” and he did so, walking naked
and barefoot.
In this passage God sends Isaiah to give a warning to
Israel. In addition to using words, God
instructs Isaiah to do something more.
God instructs him Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-13949213969052579222013-05-05T16:17:00.000-07:002013-05-05T16:17:25.286-07:00Great!
Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD and most worthy of praise;
his greatness no one can fathom.
All throughout history there have been men and woman who were
considered great for one reason or another. Thomas Edison was a great inventor; Madame
Curie, a great scientist; Michael Jordan, a great basketball player. Those who grew up in the 30’s and 40’s are
said to be of the Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-47935116260513882122013-03-30T12:19:00.001-07:002013-03-30T12:19:50.280-07:00A Forsaken Savior
All throughout scripture God assures of us the promise that
He is always with us. He gave that promise
to Jacob, to Joshua, the people of Israel.
And Jesus gave us that same promise before his ascension into
heaven. Not only is God’s presence
promised to us, but also His love, the patient, kind, faithful, enduring,
never-failing love, is ours as well. The
passage that Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-29614271105478057442013-03-10T19:39:00.001-07:002013-03-10T21:46:09.828-07:00Home Renovation
Psalm 139:23-24 Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
The apartment where I live is on the edge of a fairly upscale neighborhood. The homeowners have for generations taken pride in their property, keeping their houses in top Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-43593278837733670372013-02-18T16:37:00.000-08:002013-02-18T16:38:24.310-08:00... And the rest ...
(I've decided to pull out some blog posts from the archives ... this one is from July, 2006 ... )
Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array. By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work ofMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-29526212968784348562013-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:002013-01-01T15:39:14.581-08:00“SOMETHING BETTER”
Last week we celebrated Christmas, and the coming of the
Christ Child, the Savior promised by God to bring hope, joy, love and peace to
the world. Christmas often brings with
it thoughts and images of family gatherings around a dinner table with turkey
and dressing and sweet potatoes and all sorts of other wonderful food. All of the children can’t wait to show off
their favoriteMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-69980717058697207282012-08-19T15:47:00.000-07:002013-02-18T16:46:59.822-08:00Cardboard PrisonWhen
I was very young I would often sit in a corner and think. It wasn’t because I was in trouble – I was
just a very introspective kind of person, even as a child. And often my dad would ask, “What are you
doing, Mary?” “Oh, just thinking.” “What are you thinking about?” “Ooh, nothing…” “Well, how do you know when you’re
finished?” and I’d usually Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-82717844138514556982012-07-22T12:55:00.000-07:002012-07-22T13:09:02.863-07:00Connection
A baby quilt for Amilcar
A couple of years ago I received an email from a lady
named Cheryl who I shared a room with on a retreat a year or so prior. She was going on a mission trip, and was
asking for several items – pencils and paper, potholders, clothes, financial
support, blankets ....
Blankets!
At the time, our Helping Hands (then called Binky Patrol)
had some extra Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-52416582884739160832012-06-21T16:58:00.000-07:002012-06-21T16:58:07.889-07:00Why I Love Jesus
There is a popular hymn that is
taught in Sunday school classes all over America. As I type the words, and as you read them, we
can hear young children singing, “Oh, how I love Jesus, because He first loved
me!” Yes, Jesus loves me, and I love
Jesus.
Bible verses such as “For God so
loved the world that He gave His only son, so that whoever believes in him
shall not Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-47360656333955834402012-06-17T22:44:00.000-07:002012-06-17T22:44:04.302-07:00There's an app for that ...
Cell phones. Life was
fine without them, right? True, but
after having one for a while you realize how useful they are if you happen to
damage or misplace yours. Like I
did. Mine was not one of the newfangled
iPhones or a Droid or anything that “smart.”
In comparison, you might call it a “dumb-phone”. But it did have some handydandy features that
I did use Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3115158389547024112012-04-15T12:48:00.000-07:002012-04-15T12:48:13.025-07:00How To "Do" Peace
Imagine that you are watching
a beauty pageant. After the beauty
portion, the swimsuit and evening gown modeling competition, and talent
competitions, five finalists are selected.
And then probably the most nervewracking part of the evening: The Interview Question.
“If you are crowned Miss
Beautiful of the Universe, what would you like to work toward during your
reign?”
Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-42139769122129483722012-03-10T23:24:00.000-08:002012-03-10T23:24:42.533-08:00The beauty of a rainbowI like to watch children at play. Their imaginations and curiosity are truly
unlimited. They will fight fires as
easily as they blow out birthday candles, dance like Cinderella at the prince’s
ball, they stomp in rain puddles just to see how high water can splash, and at
the end of the day feel like superheroes because theirs is a world of pure absolute
joy, where ability and pleasureMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-13866659106428473372012-03-08T20:54:00.000-08:002012-03-08T21:00:44.834-08:00It's a Great Big Universe
The other day I was pondering how vast and enormous the universe is in comparison to you and me. As the song says, "It's a great big universe, and we're all really puny / We're just tiny little specks, about the size of Mickey Rooney ..."
Yet even though we may be tiny specks in a great big universe, ponder this: The entire universe is a tiny speck in the palm of the hand of God.&Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-86844498329941377142012-01-22T22:42:00.000-08:002012-02-25T16:55:12.554-08:00Ain't Technology Grand?
Ain’t technology grand?
About ten years ago I was part of a team sent by my company
to teach employees how to use an upgraded computer program. The computers we had been using were very cumbersome,
and obsolete to the point where they had to be replaced in order to be upgraded. As I was learning about this new system, I
wanted to try to test its limits. I
tried whatever I Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-73331309118350459162011-10-15T15:28:00.000-07:002011-10-15T15:30:07.787-07:00More than I can handle
It seems all of us have had someone say something that has
made a lasting impact on our lives. It
may have been a parent, a teacher, pastor, friend, a line in a movie, or
something overheard from a total stranger.
This week’s blog topic is “A not-so-well-known Bible verse
that impacted you.” For me, there are
several. One is Ecclesiastes 9:4
"Anyone who is among the Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-78030958037302833542011-09-30T23:48:00.000-07:002011-09-30T23:53:17.687-07:00Message about prayer ...Hello, everybody. God here. Thought I’d check in with all of you this evening. I’ve been hearing your prayers – all of them – and have been answering them, too. I know some of you don’t quite believe that I’ve been hearing and listening. And there are a few of you who have been praying, with the first words out of your heart are “God, if you’re there …” Surprise! I AM here! I’ve heard theMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-37859360751955179202011-09-22T22:48:00.000-07:002011-09-22T22:48:46.251-07:00Family Portrait
Not long ago I attended a writer's faire, where I heard a speaker say, "If you write a page a day, at the end of a year you will have a novel." No, I thought, in my case I would have 365 pages of disconnected drivel.
This is a sampling of my disconnected drivel that came out of the 500 Words challenge. It happens to be in line with this week's Topical Blogger's subject of "Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-50079312703981829602011-09-18T22:04:00.000-07:002011-09-18T22:04:55.181-07:00What is hell, exactly?
Tragedy.
Disease. Killer heat waves. Natural disasters. Terrorist attacks. Horrible circumstances. Chocolate chip cookies without a cold glass
of milk. War. Sitting through the movie “Creature.” What do all of these things have in
common?
People say they are hell.
While unpleasant things make our lives miserable, even
Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-85521535377430417662011-09-15T23:46:00.000-07:002011-09-15T23:46:22.393-07:00Why I love Jesus
There is a popular hymn that is
taught in Sunday school classes all over America. As I type the words, and as you read them, we
can hear young children singing, “Oh, how I love Jesus, because He first loved
me!” Yes, Jesus loves me, and I love
Jesus.
Bible verses such as “For God so
loved the world that He gave His only son, so that whoever believes in him
shall not perish Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-73998320713716074482011-09-08T23:31:00.000-07:002011-09-08T23:31:31.850-07:00Aw, Fudge!
I love the autumn months. It’s my favorite time of year, really. Not necessarily because of the change of seasons. In California, there is not much change of season to begin with. It’s not because children are returning to school and all the projects that go with it. And I am not a Halloween fan. Football has its merits, but that’s not what makes the season special.
The reason fall is soMary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-63898500279550084682011-08-25T00:36:00.000-07:002011-08-25T00:40:14.900-07:00True Imitation
probably not comparing the same versions of the $5 bill but you get the gist.
I work at a place where quite a bit of money changes hands on a daily basis.
They call me the “money-mama.” I’m the one responsible for making sure the employees can make change for a $100 bill on a $6 transaction first thing in the morning. I’m the one who makes sure all the big bucks are Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-43168954229997199152011-08-21T17:26:00.000-07:002011-08-21T17:34:49.014-07:00Light of the world
Hong Kong's Symphony of Lights
"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” - Matthew 5:14-16
A couple of months Mary from the Prairiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058noreply@blogger.com0