This week’s possible topics are geometry, bushes, window, brick, curtain, green, tan, wall, building, dark red, tree, etc.
Go through your photo archives and see what photos you have that fits the current week’s challenge, or better yet grab you camera and take a new photo! ENJOY and have FUN.
I choose, Building.
This is my church building, I have attended services here since 2002. It is a small congregation composed of some of the best people I know. Like people everywhere, their church means something to them. This church building has had a lot of people leave and some new people come. It doesn’t;t matter if only a few people were there, we all have one common goal, that is to worship. This building is just that, a building but inside you will find so much more. You will find fellowship, friendships, love, hurting, and prayers. If anyone has a need this church is eager to help. This church building is more than the outer shell, it has a purpose. That purpose is to spread the word of God and share his love to all.
If there was one building that means something it is this one.
I was five months old. I lived with my mommy and daddy and a sister who was a few years older than me. My dad had a car it was a Chevrolet Corvair. I cannot tell much about it from the one photo I have but it looked like it was a light color. The year was 1969. http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/08/09/summer.1969.timeline/index.html
Around this time, my mom was blond-headed and she wore her hair up in a beehive look. I know my daddy smoked Marlboro cigarettes and worked in a car garage in the local city. I am not certain as to what my mommy did. See, all this time was way to early for me to remember. I do however have accounts of this time in my life given to me by certain relatives. I also have only a few pictures of my life back in the summer following my birth.
One day while looking into a drawer that my adopted mom had, I found a newspaper article. It looked really fragile and old. I looked for a date and day on it and it said August 1969. The article that caught my attention was one that told of a man getting into a fight with a bar bouncer and that guys friend jumped in and was fatally shot. The article went on to tell of the one who got shot in his chest, died on the way to the hospital. I wish I had of memorized names and things because this article was about my daddy.
I guess the summer after I was born was a life changing event for me. My mommy had two daughters and her husband was killed. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also was defending his friend and ended up dying. Something to say for his loyalty. He was 23 and he still probably thought he was invincible and nothing would happen to him. As does many his age, they sometimes don’t understand just how dangerous things and behaviors are.
I often travel in my mind to that day. I wonder about it, as if I could actually piece together the day’s events. I most certainly can’t. What I can do though is learn from it. Find something or anything I can from that day in my life. My world was forever changed and a part of me is angry still that he chose to defend his friend, but if he hadn’t what might have been? I do not know why that summer after I was born turned into one of the worst things possible, but it did.
I will forever question that day as I have done most of my life since finding that article. It was meant for me to find, I believe that. No one was ever going to show me it and because of that day, I ended up being adopted by my daddy’s sister. Who is to say , what might have been, and what happened then, no one is left for me to ask, that I have not already asked. I guess I will just have that article etched in my mind with a whole piece of my heart.
We cannot erase history. We cannot change our past. However, we most certainly can take knowledge from our past and make a better “now”, a better “today”.
She was magic in that she always transformed the lives of others around her. She carried herself with such assurance that she could have stood tall next to anyone else in the world.
She loved with all the magic in her soul. She was able to make a person feel right down into the bottom of their locked heart. When she was done loving them they knew for sure that they mattered. The could feel that kind of love for all days.
Her magic was more than a touch or a word, her kind of magic permeated everyone she had shown kindness to or had loved. She was like a gentle night’s breeze, one that was felt all over, especially on the hottest nights. She was like fire that made your clothes, and skin hot to the touch, just from the heat alone. Hers was so enduring that even on the worst of her days, she still radiated her magic to those around. They always got the best of it, the best of her.
Her magic was not one all possess but in actually a rare kind, that few possessed. If her magic was bottled up and sold around the world, no one would need or want for anything.
She was magic. Her magic will last long after she is gone. They will talk of it throughout the ages. That kind of magic was just that, magic.
This Challenge I found while scrolling WordPress this morning. It says to use a limerick or poem or story on a particular topic. This weeks topic is… THE PUB
So I am going to give it a try!
Link for the person having this challenge is below.
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