I’m BLESSED and happy to be able to re-blog this.
More profound Truth from my Sister in Christ!
— From the Pews —
There is Healing! ” JESUS is the ANSWER “
INNER HEALING ? — It’s Not Only Possible… It’s —
—PEACE THAT EXCEEDS ALL EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING —
Philippians 4:7 — And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Carolina Blue glimmered this week —
On the sultry shores of the south —
On the week of the 4th the sea was murky, dismal, and gray —
I suppose the lack of storms accompanied with the intense heat
Thank You, God, both the occasion —Blessed was I to be there to see.
Ebbs Flow, Swells Swing, the Sun, Moon, and Stars sing ever-changing songs of God’s Mood Ring —Beneath the Toiling Sea—Oceans of Emotion— and some of its own — but mostly revealed on the surface… Reflections of you and me.
This is it:
Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
There are lots of interesting summer getaways across the Southeast, and the southern United States. And though I’ve yet to vacation, or even visit many of them, I have indeed seen my share of resort areas from Florida to West Virginia, from the mountains to the sea. For me, however, a Nature, History, and Native American enthusiast, few hold as much intrigue, as “The Village At Indian Springs.”
Replete in early American history, dating from the Pre-Revolutionary, war era, Indian Springs, was held sacred among early Native American tribes from Alabama, to Canada, as well as from Carolina to Mexico. It had its skirmishes in the Civil War as well.
The Village At Indian Springs offering everything from clean, comfortable, accommodations, and shopping conveniences, is the perfect place to spend an exciting, fun-filled family vacation. In fact, with nine different “Wedding Venues” to choose from, it’s a great place to start and raise a family.
Indian Springs is located just minutes from the Butts County, county seat, of Jackson, and I-75. Sort of a “Touch of Country” in the city kind of town, only without all the traffic and noise. There are two nearby state parks, including the oldest state park in America, Indian Springs State Park, and many lakes and falls.
Geographically, Indian Springs sits almost precisely in the center of the state of Georgia. And, like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting, sitting wonderfully, quietly, nestled between the rolling hills of southern Appalachia, in the Piedmont area of the state, is a cozy stream valley resort called: “The Village At Indian Springs”
“The Village At IndianSpring’s”shops include, but aren’t limited to the following services, and locales.
- The Big Chief Country Store
- Daisy Pearl’s Boutique ( popular fashions & brands )
- Ladybugs & Tadpoles ( children’s clothier)
- Mrs. Lee’s Stagecoach Sweet Stop (Ice Cream & Sweets)
- Vintage Post Antiques
- Watkins Outfitters
- The Village at Indian Springs Amphitheater
Visit The Village At Indian Springs @
Seeeth thou ever the man in the moon?
Searched as a child with never the boon.
In the crescent? I asked. Harvest, or half?
You see him? They’d say, with a half heart-ed laugh.
For years I squinted at the sphere in the air.
Envisioned him at leisure in his rocking chair.
Or was he standing? Or, walking? Or riding a bike?
Soon gave up looking, still as a tyke.
Years passed quickly, ne’er had I seen.
Throughout my boyhood, on through the teens.
Probably they were jeering, of me making fun.
Or, could they really see him? Guess I’m the only one.
I gave up ever looking, a sight I’d never find.
Rarely looked above me, to the moon I was blind.
Grew to be a man, more important considerations.
Began listening to God —a lonely heart, my only oblation—
I grew much stronger, His love grew my faith.
Looking up to thank Him, and there it was—
His beautiful, love filled face.
From times of Colonial script ─ troubles, of Indian lore ▒ A people then called “driftwood ,” along southern swamps and shores.
Strong enough to fight when pushed─ brave enough to stand. Smart enough to live in peace─for a piece of what was once their land.
They fought one side or the other, in every “New World” war─ vested forthwith, the only gift ─ black-water, and the gift to drift no more.
“Coharie Slough” Hand Carved Snake wrapped forked Bass Wood Branch with Dream Catcher… Snake carved from woody river vine, Gator head carved into the Bass limb, and the spear head carved out of Red Cedar. Bass Wood and Cedar stained with Red Oak, for the deeper, darker tones, and the snake stained with Natural. All leather is genuine leather made in Italy, including the wrapping on dream catcher. Comes with faux Eagle feathers, and two dancer bells. ( Inspired by the Coharie Tribe)
After seeing a blue bird on a fence in the remaining day light hour before darkness, I walked a few more steps, opened the door and felt the assuring warmth of home wrap her invisible, loving arms around my shivering soul.
I wasn’t thinking of how wonderfully blessed I was to have such unseen opulence embrace and welcome me as I stepped in from the cold, but, as soon as it did, I thanked God.
It’s amazing how we can come to the same home, open the same door day after day and not realize what a blessing it truly is to have.
One of the things this caused me to do was remember to praise, and thank God for abundance of things He has told us in His word not to worry about, or, to give thought to.
(Matthew6 : 25″ Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body more than raiment”?
The ensuing verse illustrates how He takes care of all the needs of the birds of the air also.
(Matthew 6:26″ Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they”)?
Unlike male, and female, roles in our human condition, the male bluebird gets to pick out the home. Of course, the choosing of the dwelling couldn’t be a joint effort anyway, as he only chooses a suitable “House” or, “Covey hole”, to attract a female to come in and make it a home.
Along with his duty of choosing a potential residence, the male Bluebird is responsible to move all the building materials to the lot before beginning his wing flapping, love-sick song and dance, in hopes of attracting an interested companion.
The female ( after the wedding of course ) moves in, does all the decorating, builds the nest, lays the eggs and sees the off-spring through the nurturing days.
How wonderfully well planned and provided for all God’s creatures are.
When these realizations nested in my heart and mind, I could not help but follow through the full gestation of both thoughts to fruition.
First of all, I meditated on, and quoted the verse in God’s Word that kept resonating it’s subliminal, chirping, Tweedledee, sing-song through the surround sound system of my soul:
(Matthew 6:33 “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you”.)
After cooing thankfulness to God, who cared enough about me as an individual to nestle me with such incomprehensible, immeasurable provision, and cue, I set out to prepare a small bit of real-estate for my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird.
Bluebird Picture#1 @ Peanutt_28’smedia Photobucket
Bluebirds#2 @ poker4848’smedia Photobucket
Bluebird house @ sons of thunder patron