Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006


Occassionally we can be blessed beyond all expectations by a particular book. The book that has touched my spirit is an old, dilapitated, hardcover copy of 'The Beautiful Tree Of Life' written by H. S. Smith and published by B. F. Johnson & Co., Richmond, Virginia in 1892. This company published many military histories, however I have not been able to find my book listed among their credits.
The introduction says, in part,
"Many, many years ago, as a child, the attention of the writer was especially called to a very crude picture of the Tree Of Life, representing it as bearing varieties of fruit which are produced by every Christian life.

The picture made an indelible impression on his mind, and he has long been endeavoring to bring forth in his own life and work the various fruits, which go toward the making-up of a well-developed Christian life and character.

Although he has fallen short of his aspirations, and often finds himself in the "Slough of Despond" and deeply mortified at his failures and shortcomings, still he believes that he is better off for having tried to fulfill what he believed God's will.

The strong impression made by the picture he saw and the suggestion contained in it, grew in him until he longed to place them in a more beautiful and enduring form before others.

The results are shown in the pages of this book where he has endeavored to gather from many sources the brightest gems treating on the different phases of Christian life and character.
Intended as a book 'for use' a bright and ever-helpful and entertaining companion--whether we are basking in the fullness of Christian sunshine and life, and rejoicing with those who rejoice, or whether we are in sadness or sorrow, weeping with those who weep."

Because I have such a great fondness for this book, I hope to share certain parts which have encouraged and blessed me, in my future posts.

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Monday, January 30, 2006

frosty feeder

This was taken a few years ago when we had a nasty snow storm. I tried to keep seed out for the birds and squirrels, but after this storm I had to knock off the snow that had piled up on my porch rail and covered the bird feeder. This feeder was 12 inches tall, so you can see it was not just a sprinkling of snow! Posted by Picasa


This serene looking photo was taken from a campsite called Tamarack, in Eastern Washington.
It was taken after the sun had gone down behind the mountain so is a little dark, but still has a beauty of it's own.
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Friday, January 27, 2006


One sweet baby, tummy full of Christmas treats, and little body exhausted with all the hustle and bustle of the season, and head filled with the promise of sugar plums.

One great granny, tummy full of Christmas treats, old body exhausted with all the hustle and bustle of the season, and head filled with the promise of a soft warm bed.

Baby crawls into granny's warm, eager arms.
Of such is the promise of Heaven.
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Thursday, January 26, 2006


Here is an interesting account of the inspiration for a dear old hymn.

"Caught unawares by a sudden downpour in Somerset, UK, the Reverend Agustus Montague Toplady, who was born in 1740, and became a Calvinist preacher, took shelter in a mighty cleft of rock in the face of a large cliff of limestone connected to Cheddar Gorge.

Rain storms
in this area can last a long time. Sitting for hours he had nothing to do but study the rock around him. Inspired by the place he found shelter, and obviously with devine guidance, he composed the hymn, Rock Of Ages by writing the words on a card he has in his pocket.

"Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood, from thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure, cleanse me from it's guilt and power.

Not the labors of my hands, can fulfill thy laws demands,
Could my zeal no respite know, could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone, Thou must save and thou alone.

When my pilgrimage I close, Victor o'er the last of foes,
When I soar to worlds unknown, and behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006



Written by an Australian Dentist:
"You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.
So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

"An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan.
An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as Native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.
An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.
An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.
When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. Americans welcome the best of everything...the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.
The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America.
Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It's been told that the World

Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.
So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

Monday, January 23, 2006


I found the following poem written by the late Victor Buono. I hope it gives you a good laugh, just like it gave me.

"Lord, my soul is ripped with riot,
Incited by my wicked diet,
"We are what we eat," said a wise old man.
Lord, if that's true, I'm a garbage can.
I want to rise on judgement day, that's plain,
But at my present weight I'll need a crane.
So grant me strength that I may not fall,
Into the clutches of cholesterol!
May my flesh with carrot curls be sated,
That my soul may be polyunsaturated.
And show me the light that I may bear witness
To the President's council on Physical Fitness,
And oleo margerine I'll never mutter,
For the road to hell is spread with butter.
And cream is cursed, and cake is awful,
And satan is hiding in every waffle.
Mephistopheles lurks in provolone.
The devil is in each slice of bologna.
Beelzebub is a chocolate drop
And Lucifer is a lollyopop.
Give me this day, my daily slice
But cut it thin and toast it twice.
I beg upon my dimpled knees,
Deliver me from Ju-Jubees!
And when my days of trial are done
And my war with malted milks is won,
Let me stand with the saints in heaven
In a shining robe, size thirty-seven!
I can do it Lord, if you'll show to me
the virtues of lettuce and celery
If you'll teach me the evils of mayonnaise
And the sinfullness of hollandaise
And pasta Milanese
And potatoes a la Lyonnaise,
And crisp fried chicken from the south.
Lord, if you love me, SHUT MY MOUTH!
Note: I typed this in a lovely chocolate brown. :)

Sunday, January 22, 2006


Hello. My name is Fat Cat. No explanations needed. If you scroll down you can read about my brother, Little Cat. He hogs the birdfeeder.
I realize I have a weight problem. I obviously have a glandular problem. or something. I like to lay on my back a lot. Well actually if I lay on my belly, I roll off.

Note: This is my sisters other cat. Those are his back feet beside his tail. They look quite small compared to his body.
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Saturday, January 21, 2006


Ken at Squamata Report has just posted an excellent article. He is informative and precise. Go over and say hi, you'll be glad you did.
We need to be informed about what's happening in our world, and Ken is just the man to do it.


If you aren't as close to God as you once were,
Make no mistake about hwo moved.
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My name is Little Cat.
I love to go to my favorite Dive-In for lunch.
McBirdies is a busy place because the food is so fresh.
I just sit quietly in the birdseed,
And eventually my lunch just flies right in.
I have a brother. You will meet him later.
Note: This is a picture my sister took a few years back.
Her cat discovered a great place to wait for lunch.
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Friday, January 20, 2006

Tag! You're It!

Pam over at Ramblings And Other Things, has a Tag going. You are supposed to post the oldest picture you have of yourself. I have one older than the above but it is a nudie I would rather not post. I am about six months old here.
So come on! Dig out that old photo and share with us.
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Thursday, January 19, 2006


Some pups like bones. Mine seem to like money. Especially the paper kind they can rip to bits.
One day a few weeks ago I was busy at the computer for a while. I walked through the livingroom to get a cup of coffee, and noticed little bits of what looked like paper all over the hall and livingroom floor.
I also saw my pups having the time of their life, playing tug of war and ripping something to pieces.

When I got close enough to see exactly what they had, I nearly choked. I don't know where they found it. I am very careful about where I put my money. They made small pieces out of a couple fives. I gathered up all the pieces and taped them together the best I could. There were some pieces missing which I am sure they ate. I had no intention of trying to find those pieces!

I decided to take this picture after I had taped part of one bill together. I put all the pieces on a sheet of copy paper and set it on the floor just to see how my dogs would react. In the photo is my little boy dog, Tudie. He snached the part of the bill I had taped together and shot out of the room like a torpedo. He had absolutely no intention on giving it back to me either. We had a little struggle, and he found out I am the boss!

I taped the patched up bills to the copy paper and took them to the bank. The young man waiting on me, looked at the bills and asked what happened. I simply said, "I have puppies." He didn't laugh but he sure smiled big when he replaced the fives.

My puppies have many toys, they get to run in a huge fenced in back yard every day, they eat the most expensive dogfood as well as treats, they get loved, pampered and played with. I can't imagine why they always want to chew things they shouldn't. They aren't even teething now. Maybe they need more attention.
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I have been blogging for a whole year now. I have met some interesting people and shared ideas and dreams. I have prayed with, and for, most of you, in fact probably all of you at one time or another, many times without your asking but by the urging of the Holy Spirit.

Jeremy, The American Warmonger, is on a blog break at present but this man has the inside scoop concerning political matters and is well worth reading. He is an ex-navy man and my grandson. Granny is proud!

Ken at Squamata report,
and I are kindred spirits. Although he is having a blog break at the present, I hope he is back soon. I miss his educational posts.

Patty-jo is not blogging now and I miss her intelligent heart and soul posts. She is my daughter.

Miss Patriot, my niece, is still blogging occassionally but is starting work now so she may be sporatic in her posts.

Bigwhitehat is a very talented writer, and more. He writes with his heart.

Amigo is just plain fun to read. He covers a variety of topics and does it well.

Dave is a Christian Englishman who lives in the Highlands of Scotland. He shares what is happening in his ministry. Always exciting and wonderful photos of the Highlands too. Be sure to check him out.

Elson is a young Christian man in Singapore. who shares his love for the lord with such fervency it is absolutely contageous!

Juliet at Rubies and Roses is a beautiful place to visit. Go and say hi.

To the above and all the others who have visited and left such encouraging comments, a great big than-you.

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Sunday, January 15, 2006


You've failed many times, although you may not remember.
You fell down the first time you tried to walk.
You almost drowned the first time you tried to swim, didn't you?
Did you hit the ball the first time you you swung the bat?

Heavy hitters, the ones who hit the most home runs, also strike out a lot.
R.H. Macy failed seven times before his store in New York caught on.
English novelist John Creasey got 753 rejection slips before he published 564 books.
Babe Ruth struck out 1,330 times, but he also hit 714 home runs.

Don't worry about failure.
Worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try!
(The above is from United Technologies Corp. and published by the Wall Street Journal)
(The photo is borrowed)

now go and conquer!!
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Mountain Mama 4 years old

Count your garden by the flowers,
never by the leaves that fall,
Count your days by golden hours,
don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows,
count your life by smiles, not tears.
And with joy on every birthday,
count your age by friends, not years.
author unknown

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Friday, January 13, 2006


In 1904, Jenny Butchart began making small flower gardens beside her house, which was next to her husbands cement business. The gardens grew and when the cement business was finished, her gardens took over the land where it had been. Eventually totaling 55 acres, she hired professional help and created a sight to behold!

The many paths take you to a waterfall, a perfect storybook pond with swans gliding the glassy surface, Rose gardens and arbors, heavy with fragrant blossoms of every color imaginable. There are thousands of different species of flowers and trees, many are exotic. There is enough color to make your head spin.

My daughter and son-in-law took me to Butchart Gardens in June of 1993. It was one of the highlights of my life.
If you are ever in the area, I hope you will take a peek. It is one of those sights that will stay with you.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006


When I was a girl, and had earned a dollar, sometimes I could go see a Saturday matinee. Movies weren't rated back then because the actors kept their clothes on, at least while being filmed, and the worst language I ever heard was when Clark Gable said, "Frankly dear, I don't give a damn."
I was sure he was headed straight for hell.

Today my two sisters and I went to see Narnia. I don't go to movie theatres often, in fact the last time I went was to see The Passion Of The Christ.

Today my 'senior' ticket cost $5.75 not a quarter, and it was worth every penny.
If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend you do. This movie is really fantastic. I am amazed at the magical things they can put on the screen these days.

I am not an overly emotional person but this movie made me laugh and cry. I nearly jumped out of my skin several times and thought my heart stopped a few times too. I got goose bumps on my toes and ear lobes, and thought I was going to wet my pants when the.........oh well I better not spoil it. Just go see for yourself.
I will not forget NARNIA!

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I found a fun blog last night. I always wondered about a truckers life. Bigdadgib has some interesting stuff up. Be sure to scroll down to his December 29th post and click on his nose. (((((((SMILE)))))))

Monday, January 09, 2006


A man found a lamp, rubbed it and a genie came out and said, "you have three wishes." The guy is delighted and said, "Oh Boy! I want a beautiful mansion on a cliff overlooking the ocean. ZAP! He was in it.
The genie said, "you have two more wishes" and he said, "WOW, give me a new black BMW with high class stereo system, and Zap! he is driving down the road in it.

Feeling exhilerated over his new situation, he turns up the stereo and begins to sing along. "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner.............."

Sunday, January 08, 2006

He Walks With Me

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When my soul is troubled, and the clouds won't go away,
I long to walk down by the sea, where the sand's of ages lay.
To see the waves, all white with lace, come kiss the waiting shore,
To watch as they crash against the cliff's, with their powerful, mighty roar.

Then as the calming waves recede, they take my troubles all from me,
And carry them on the highest crest, then leave them far at sea.
And when I leave this healing place, I hear my dear Lord say,
"Be free my child, and go in peace, I walked with you today,"

Saturday, January 07, 2006


This morning my grandson came to visit with his two oldest girls, ages six and four. The youngest who is two, was at home being potty trained by grandma and auntie.
The seven year old is having Ballet lessons and was showing me some of the steps she has learned. I remembered that I had picked up a CD for her entitled, "My First Ballet." It has Swan Lake and Nutcracker Suite among other songs. she asked if we could play it so I popped it into the player and this little ballerina began dancing like someone had wound her up.

I grabbed the old camcorder and proceeded to tape her. Then with a little coaxing, her younger sister joined in and suddenly my livingroom became a stage, with feet and arms flying in all directions. My puppies joined in the fun and I ended up with some really great footage.

I will be working on sewing tu-tu's for all three girls during the next few weeks, Purple, Pink and yellow, and each time they come I will be filming a little more. It is absolutely precious to see these little ones laughing and dancing with such abandon and freedom. They may never know how much joy they brought to their great grandma today. (Thank you David)

My plan is to get them outside in the flower gardens this summer, in tu-tu's with music and take a lot of pictures.

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Friday, January 06, 2006


She was born with a beautiful smile and the most delightful sense of humor imaginable. Her laugh bubbled up from deep inside her happy little soul, and she loved to tease. She was so cherished, so loved!

As a teenager she was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder and was medicated. She eventually refused to take her medication and and became difficult. No amount of love, coaxing, pleading, begging or threats could convince her to use her medication. She became more difficult.

She is now 24, a beautiful young lady with a son who is being raised by her auntie. She has fallen into a life of drugs and all that go with them. Meth has been her drug of choice. I can't write about the sort of people she calls her 'friends' but I'm sure you can imagine.
I have stopped praying for her to get off drugs and stop doing all the illegal things they do. I don't pray for her to find decent friends anymore, and I stopped trying to help her. She didn't want it.

Now I pray only for her salvation because I know when Heavenly Father draws her into his holiness, everything will fall into place.

If you are led to pray for her, Our Heavenly Father knows I always called her Ramblin' Rose.
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

On January second I accepted a huge responsibility. Not out of fear or necessity, but out of love. If I succeed, a life and soul will be saved. If I fail, all could be lost.

I prayed.
On the third, I read my litle Christian book called Daily Light, which was published in 1901. Even then He knew I would need this promise.

He found (Jacob) in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness. He led him about, instructed him, he kept him as the apple of His eye.
As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings; so the Lord alone did lead him.

Even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry, and will deliver you.
He restoreth my soul, He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

The Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones, and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.
For this God is our God forever and ever, He will be our guide even unto death.

Psa. 107:7, Deut. 32:10-12, Isa. 46:4. Psa. 23:3, 4. Isa. 58:11, Psa 48:14,
Job: 36:22

Tuesday, January 03, 2006


When I was a little girl my mother struggled to keep me quiet during Church and Bible study. By the time I was seven or so, with a little 'encouragement,' I had learned about reverence.

When mom was in her late seventies, she began showing the usual signs of aging along with some memory loss, which was sometimes quite profound.
By the time Alzheimer's was diagnosed, she had become like a little girl again. At times it was heartbreaking and at other times it was hillarious.

I learned that it isn't wrong to see the humor in what may otherwise be considered a sad situation. Sometimes laughing can save us from a complete emotional breakdown, and she laughed with me.

It was the times she was so like a little girl that made my heart smile.
This picture was taken during one of our weekly family Bible studies.
Mom is sitting with her elder sister, and throughout the study they sat like two five year olds, whispering secrets and giggling with one another.

I don't remember what chapter we were studying on this particular day, But I will always remember the two elderly ladies, whispering and giggling like the small girls they once were and had once again become.

NOTE: Mom passed away in 2001 at age 82. Her hair never did turn grey.
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Matilda and Toodles at play with their toys. Posted by Picasa

Monday, January 02, 2006


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Because I was not able to adjust picture size anymore with Photobucket, I changed to Picasa for Photo storage. My sweet girl Patty-Jo talked me through the procedure last night. Now I can begin posting my photos again. I hope this will make my blog more interesting.
I know I will be enjoying my blog a lot more!