spending time...the only spending that will make me rich

We went fishing with our grandchildren on the creek that runs on the edge of our property. It was late winter, early spring. Cool enough to wear a jacket still.  Trudging through the uncleared woods; both grandsons pole in hand, granddaughter in wading boots, my husband with machete clearing the way, tackle box equipped with every thing we needed, even green worms that we bought at the little local store down the road, and me with picnic basket full of snacks that we didn't even eat. Whew! Felt like  we were moving but have to be prepared (you know.)  Everyone had to show their strength a long the way; chopping down dead trees and limbs from our path. Finally, the creek bank was in sight.  My grandsons immediately on the look-out for the hardest place to get to. "That's where the fish are." You know it's not fishing if you don't climb a tree and go out on the longest limb. My granddaughter, husband and I had our perfect spot in view; a little slew on down the creek. As we took our places, I prayed "Lord, please help us catch fish." Didn't say it but was sure thinking it pretty hard, "We have sure gone to a lot of trouble to not catch any fish." Almost as quick as I finished that prayer, I heard a commotion up the creek. Our grandson had caught a large warmouth bass. Not long after, the other grandson caught a good-eating hand size bass. I guess it was the "perfect spot" after all.  The next thing I knew, my granddaughter was right on top of a bed and started catching fish as quick as she could throw her hook in. Such a trooper; taking her fish off her line, baiting her hook with those green slimy worms; a little tomboy. The perfect afternoon... well almost. A few mishaps; fishing in the trees, losing the line, snags in the water, losing the hook. And oh yeah, "These fish aren't biting anymore." Famous last words.  Oh, well,  Paradise doesn't last forever. We came back. The same scene all over again. Cutting limbs, karate kicking dead trees, dragging poles, tackle box, picnic basket, not to mention tired, hot and sweaty bodies. Pawpaw cleaned and fried the fish. Good 'ole fried fish right out of the creek! What a way to end this adventure. Calm chaos! I came across something the other day about a pearl and how it grows inside an oyster. It is actually an irritation to the oyster.  A grain of sand works his way into the shell as an intruder and then over time...well, you know the story, a treasure is created.  Isn't it ironic how a beautiful pearl is first an irritant to the oyster?  Relationships are like that. It takes some planning. It takes a little effort. Sometimes it feels like hard work. There is always going to be a little "snag in the water." Relationships can only be made by spending time. It's the only spending that I know of that will make me rich.

making memories that will last a lifetime (maybe for eternity),
sammie jean

reprint from my blog mymorningmeanderings

something about the mountains...a poem

Something about the
 mountains
not sure what it could be...





could it be the early morning fog
hanging on for dear life,
the crisp, cool, air
that I breathe
 the rustling
brooks that skip and sputter
over the smooth rocks,



is it the music that I hear with
the fiddle and the banjo,
 the easy way of life
that draws me near,
the cry of the Cherokee
their hopes and dreams





or the churches with their steeples
reaching to the sky,
the cows in the valley,
green pasture all around
the foothills gracing it all,



 could it be the
rolling hills in the countryside,
the rustic barn, old wooden planks
falling down,
 country home with its
white columns standing tall,




There's just something that
draws me near
Not sure what it
 could be...

sjo

reprint from my blog mymorningmeanderings

I know how Dorothy must have felt in the middle of the twister. Whew! My sister and I recently returned from a trip to New York. I have often thought that I would like to teach in the inner cities of NY.  But, this trip was strictly to sight-see and enjoy the landmarks with friends; The Statue of Liberty, the 911 Memorial, Grand Central Station, Time Square, Brooklyn Bridge, and on and on...they are spectacular. All of it was great to see but it wasn't what pulled at my heart strings the most. It was all those that were begging for money and sleeping on the sidewalks with only the clothes on their backs. It was all the hundreds of thousands of people that walked the streets, rode the subways, and waited for hours on a ferry to get home from work that made a lasting impression on me. So many of them have no earthly idea of who Jesus is and how much God loves them.They are frantically striving for something that will be of no use to them in the end. It is heart breaking. So it was hard for me to just enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. Oh yeah, so let me backtrack a little to the beginning of our trip. We had just arrived at the airport and was checking in when my sister could not find her driver's license. To say we panicked is an understatement. I honestly saw the trip flash before my eyes without her. I started to think of a plan. I asked the lady that was helping us "Will you take a copy of her drivers license?" Thinking if she left them home we could get someone to send a picture of it. Hallelujah! She finally found them. So all was well. As I said before, we were with a group of friends and supposedly all had the same ticket schedules. Well, we all started to board the plane when a "beep beep" went off on mine and my sisters tickets revealing that we had missed our plane one hour previously. We never dreamed that the others held tickets with different boarding times than ours. Lesson learned, always check your tickets. Never assume anything. The man at the desk said, "You are two lucky ladies." As he explained that he found two seats on the flight with our friends. I said, "No we're not lucky we are blessed."  Although it was a great trip overall, I came home a little drained; physically and emotionally. I arrived at my mothers home in time to enjoy my grandson's football game. They hadn't been winning, truthfully they hadn't even been playing very well. Anyway, it was the big game. Our team against the county rival. I prayed. Lord, please help them play a good game. The previous game they had played was really bad. My prayers were answered. We played wonderful. It was like a new team. The score was close and both teams played very well. We were into the 3rd quarter. My grandson ran the ball, making good yardage only to be tackled by several boys pretty hard. As he got up and started walking to the sideline, he appeared to be stumbling and making motions that something was wrong. They quickly started taking off his helmet and pads and everyone rushed around to aid him. My daughter went hysterical. I sat still on the bench. My insides were screaming though! I eventually scooted away from the crowd beside the bleachers to pace and pray. Having had a son that played sports too, it was a familiar place for me to be. Who would have ever thought we would be rushing him off to the hospital in an ambulance. Long story, short all x-rays revealed normalcy in brain, ribs, and hand. Praise God. As I think about it all... maybe God is just trying to stretch me.  I jokingly told my sister that while we were in NY.  But, looking back in hindsight, there just might be something to that.  A whole lot can happen in one week. This morning, back home safe and sound in my own little quiet surroundings, I thought of this song that Holy Spirit gave me years ago. It is just as true today.

Take me to the place
where love abounds
take me to the place
where I'm safe and sound
in the river of your love
no strife is there
in the river of your love
 perfect peace is where

take me to the place...

There's a whole lot of sadness in this world; the cares might toss me around. I might lose my way at times. My focus not on point.
But, thank you Father God, if I will just stop and listen...you always quieten my soul 💝

sammie jean

"Behold, I extend peace to her like a river..." Isaiah 66:12

Talogia Creek that runs on the edge of our property

His love...

       And then there it was. A little red cabin. Hidden from others to find. A diamond in the rough. Way back in the woods in the Carolina mountains 🌄  A dream of ours. One morning I got on the computer, months ago, as I so often do to blog. The first thing that popped up on the screen in front of me was a cabin in North Carolina on Red Bird Road. My husband and I had been searching the real estate market for almost a year.  I looked through the house; fireplace ✔, front porch ✔, rustic looking ✔, on an acre of land ✔; I remember getting a little excited about it; "it was a good find." Thought about it most of the summer. Finally, in August a home came open to rent at a reasonable rate and it was possible for us to go to North Carolina for three weeks. While there, we planned on looking at homes that we had found that were interesting enough. In preparation to go, we made a list of homes we wanted to see. The cabin on Red Bird Road continued to be at the top of our list. Our first week there, we went with a realtor for three days, looking at approximately 12 homes in the Franklin, North Carolina area. We really liked that little town. However, none of the homes had that "wow" factor or I should say none of them spoke to our hearts. We agreed ahead of time that it would happen to both of us when we saw the one we were suppose to have. It wasn't until 13 days later that we were able to finally see the cabin on Red Bird Road in Hayesville. To get to the cabin, your first turn is on Vineyard Road. I absolutely love that for so many reasons. When I lived alone with my son for almost 11 years before I remarried, I decorated our home in grapes and grapevine paraphernalia. I had a large mural on the wall in the living room; an old wine press; wine bottles, grapes,...all symbolic of God's presence in our lives.  I am the vine and you are the branches, abide in me, spoke to my heart in a very special way during those years; for Him abiding in me and me abiding in Him became the most important thing to me. As we turned down Vineyard Road, I teared up as Holy Spirit reminded me of what He had done in my life, some 19 years ago. We continued down a country road, winding and turning, around curves and up hills, vineyards along the way, cows in the pasture at the foothills of the mountains. So picturesque. And then there it was. Red Bird Road. A little red cabin. What symbolism for us. I wish I just knew how many times we sat on our back porch in Chipley and watched the red birds as they flew in to eat from our back yard feeder. Our grandchildren even took pictures of them to enter in the local youth fair and won first place for their photography. They were the most brilliant red I have ever seen. We were very fond of them...to say the least. Walking around the property, we found an old cement picnic table; laden with moss. Thought it was a little strange but didn't think too much about it.  It was just like the one across the road from my house at the wayside park near the creek growing up. I can't tell you how many times I have eaten on a cement picnic table just like that one; birthday parties, cheer leading parties, class parties, reunions. It was the go-to place for all our get together events from childhood all the way through high school. We were so excited about the cabin that we invited dear friends to come to look at it with us. Looking closely, we started putting two and two together; we discovered that it must had been a camp ground many years ago. The land was still terraced and rocks strategically placed in certain areas.Someone had labored long and hard to create this scene. I could envision mothers and daddy's playing with their children and could almost hear the children laughing as they played chase around the campsite. What sweet memories they must have made there. I think that it's the neatest thing that God wants us to have this piece of property. He saved it just for us; for over four years this couple has had it for sale off and on. No buyers. How awesome to me that God so intricately wove threads of our past together just to remind us of how much He loves us. How much He has always loved us. Oh my 💓 Couldn't help but think about the beautiful star of Bethlehem that God placed in the heavens the night of Jesus' birth.✦ A sign of His love for all mankind to see. Of course, the symbolism on this property dulls in comparison to the birth of the greatest gift I will ever know.  But, in our personal life, He once again let us know...that the "small stuff " matters to Him 🐦

thank you for loving us
sammie jean

Picture taken by our grandson in our backyard in Chipley, Florida.