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All The Way Back

One Shot Wednesday

When I was a child out shopping with my father in the busy paced Christmas season, my small steps could never match his giant ones.  For every large stride he took, I had to take three awkaward leaps to keep in step.  It was like a little red bird flying next to an eagle with his massive wing span, there was a great difference in our flight, and like the eagle my father had a great wing span.  When we were finished at the store, and the car was loaded up, he would always push the shopping cart all the way back into the store where it belonged.  I would sit in the car waiting and wondering why he took the time to do such a good deed when he had so many more important things to do.  At the time, I could not comprehend how his example of giving of himself, even in such a small way, would impact my view of the meaning of giving later in life. Last week marked the beginning of the holiday shopping season.  Once again as an adult, I found myself participating in the pyreti…


At Christmas, all roads lead home.  ~Marjorie Holmes

One Shot Wednesday

Growing up my brother and I were raised on one hundred acres of perfect Sanger graze land, just north of Denton, Texas.  At our house there was a majestic view from every window, but the house was completely surrounded by a a fence.  It served its purpose in keeping the cattle away from the porch, yet it seemed to be the place I remained most of my childhood, staying within the fence. Looking back it seems so strange that we had all that land, but we had to remain most of the time within the confines of those closed gates.  For myself ,I could only call it a loss and go on, but for my brother Vaude it was different.  He had more freedom at a younger age than I, but when he did get it, he went as fast as he could, like a canary that broke out of its cage.  He always was a restless spirit, and peace was just not within this grasp then, and unlike the distance that seperates counties and states, I could not reach him fo…

The Bounty of God

Magpie #45
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." ~Albert Einstein

Perhaps the gravest, and yet greatest gift God gives us in this life is the ability to decide for ourselves what we will believe, and what path we will choose from the vision set before us.  We all one by one, could step into a Cathedral and peer through the beautiful stained glass windows, and each one see something a bit different.  Some choose the obvious, and clear science of logic, and then go about their way, while others look deeper, into the glass, and into the human heart, not just seeing a mother and child etched upon the glass, but they see a miracle etched upon humanity.  The wonder of the many gifts of God.  Is it a miracle, or is it the science of art?  I choose the miracle!

I hope everyone at Magpie Tales and everywhere in the blogosphere has a wonderful Christmas Holiday, no matter what your set beliefs a…


Magpie #44
"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons."  ~Author Unknown

Somewhere between carelessly sliding down Maynord's hill, and carefully climbing up the ladder of success, I forgot how to simply say: weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
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A Glimpse of God

One Shot Wednesday

It is the vast ocean, yet one tiny grain of sand.
It is the rain that feeds the river, yet the tears of just one man.
It is a meteor that lights up the dark, yet the lights reflection from one creature's eyes.
It is the instinctive migration of geese, yet one hummingbird in hovered flight.
It is the tall deep forest, yet one flower that is rare.
It is the undeniable crash of thunder, yet the wind's testimony that is unseen, but we know it is there.

No Stranger At My Door

Magpie #43

You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far. ~Uncle Remus

Trouble rides a fast horse, I once heard a famous cowboy say.  So I tiptoed like a snowflake, and flew the other way. I traveled passed missed opportunities, and stumbled over the loss. Holding regret, like a firearm, with pockets empty from the cost. I grew weary running, so I turned to hiding behind my own locked doors, never allowing trouble to dance upon my hardwood  floors. Yet, all the avoiding, and escaping was at no avail, for trouble would always find me through my own paper trail. It is a cold hard lesson, like falling off a horse in the snow. To learn that dodging all life's troubles also loses some blessing we could know. Trouble rides a fast horse, I once heard a famous cowboy say. So now I sit at my own doorstep, and simply welcome all that comes my way.
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