M.J. is Lee Ann's fuzzy little brown dog. She was born in Auburn about 7 years ago, and has become one of the most loved members of our family. Well today she's sick because she swallowed part of a stick and it is lodged in her intestines. Right now she is in Auburn's School of Veterinary Medicine having an operation to remove the stick. Put this sweet little soul in your prayers. The next 24 hours are the most crucial. She's such a good, reliable and loving friend. She and Lee Ann are totally devoted to each other.
This picture was taken 3 years ago at the Alabama Auburn Game. See I told you she is an Angel!!!
“Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye; in every gesture dignity and love.” John Miltons
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thoughts for Today.
Pearl Buck is one of my favorite authors. She recieved the Pulitzert prize in 1932 for The Good Earth. I am reading this book now, along with her biography.
I wanted to share with you a quote from her book entitled My Mother's House.
" What I inherited from my mother is inside me. I love people too easily, as she did. But then my first memory is of love. To be able to think back, as I can, to feel one's way back to the first moment of the new life outside the womb, and to remember as I do, nothing but love, overwhelming love, provides the atmoshpere for one's whole life. So loved for one's self, one loves in return, easily and richly-and sometimes too often or faithfully. For this gift of loving, I thank my beloved mother."
This is a poem Pearl Buck wrote during the latter part of her life.
"Essence"
I give you the books I've made.
Body and soul, bled and flayed.
Yet the essence they contain
In one poem is made plain,
In one poem is made clear:
On this earth, though far or near,
Without love there's only fear.
by Pearl Buck
Hope you have a good day!
I wanted to share with you a quote from her book entitled My Mother's House.
" What I inherited from my mother is inside me. I love people too easily, as she did. But then my first memory is of love. To be able to think back, as I can, to feel one's way back to the first moment of the new life outside the womb, and to remember as I do, nothing but love, overwhelming love, provides the atmoshpere for one's whole life. So loved for one's self, one loves in return, easily and richly-and sometimes too often or faithfully. For this gift of loving, I thank my beloved mother."
This is a poem Pearl Buck wrote during the latter part of her life.
"Essence"
I give you the books I've made.
Body and soul, bled and flayed.
Yet the essence they contain
In one poem is made plain,
In one poem is made clear:
On this earth, though far or near,
Without love there's only fear.
by Pearl Buck
Hope you have a good day!
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