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...Smerelda's Garden


Welcome to Smerelda's quiet place. To coin a phrase from my Grandmother, "a place to ponder." I had planned to have snapshots of flowers ready, but due to a glitch in my scanner, they will have to be forthcoming. These are snaps by my daughter-in-law who, with my son, lives in Germany. We call her FiFi, so these will be called "Foto's By FiFi." She has an eye for beauty, but unfortunately at present, my scanner doesn't. I hope you find something here which will bring you solace, or just a quiet moment, and you will stop by again to watch this garden bloom."

"I Come to The Garden Alone While The Dew Is Still on The Roses, And The Voice I Hear Falling on My Ear, The Son of God Discloses. And He Walks With Me, And He Talks With Me, And He Tells Me I am His Own, And The Joy We Share, As We Tarry There None Other Has Ever Known."
  • Old Hymn

    As children bring their broken toys
    With tears for us to mend,
    I brought my broken dreams to God
    Because He was my friend.
    But instead of leaving Him
    In peace to work alone,
    I hung around and tried to help
    With ways that were my own.
    At last I snatched them back and cried
    "How can You be so slow!"
    "My child," He said
    "What could I do? You never let them go."
    (Author and Title Unknown)


    Slow me down, Lord!
    Ease the pounding of my heart
    By the quieting of my mind.
    Steady my harried pace
    With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
    Give me,
    Amidst the confusions of my day,
    The calmness of the everlasting hills.
    Break the tensions of my nerves
    With the soothing music of those I loved
    That live in my memory.
    Help me to know
    The magical restoring power of sleep.
    Teach me the art of slowing down to look at a flower;
    To chat with an old friend or to make a new one;
    To smile at a child;
    Or to read a few lines from a good book.
    Remind me each day
    That the race is not always to the swift;
    That there is more to life than increasing its speed.
    Let me look upward
    Into the branches of the towering oak
    And know that it grew slowly and well.
    Slow me down, Lord,
    And inspire me to send my roots deep
    Into the soil of life's enduring values
    That I may grow toward the stars
    And one day rest there with My God..
    (Author Unknown)

    QUOTABLE ...

    "Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." MOTHER TERESA
    "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." DAVID VISCOTT, M.D.
    Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of Heaven blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

    And God Said....No

    I asked God to take away my pride.
    And God said "No".
    He said it was not for him to take away, but for me to give it up.
    I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
    And God said "No".
    He said her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.
    I asked God to grant me patience.
    And God said "No".
    He said patience is a by-product of tribulations. It isn't granted, it is earned.
    I asked God to give me happiness.
    And God said "No".
    He said he gives me blessings, happiness is up to me.
    I asked God to spare me pain.
    And God said "No".
    He said suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
    I asked God to make my spirit grow.
    And God said "No".
    He said I must grow on my own. But he will prune me to make me fruitful.
    I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
    And God said "No".
    He said I will give you life, that you may enjoy all things.
    I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.
    And God said, Ah, finally you have the idea.
    Author Unknown

    Thanks to my cousin from Missouri Juanita Love for the above flower..

    and thanks to my cousin Lois Trawick from San Antonio for the following...

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    God hath not promised Skies always blue,

    Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through.

    God hath not promised Sun without rain,

    Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain.

    But God hath promised Strength for the day,

    Rest for the labor, Light for the way

    Grace for the trials, Help from above,

    Unfailing sympathy Undying love . . .

    Author Unknown
    LORD LET ME LAUGH AGAIN, BUT NEVER LET ME FORGET THAT I CRIED. @->->> @->->> @->->> @->->> @->->>

    From Kahlil Gibran THE PROPHET

    And a woman who held a babe in her arms said, speak to us of children. And he said...

    "Your children are not your children.

    They are the sons and daughters of life longing for itself.

    They come thru you but not from you.

    And tho they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love, but not your thoughts,

    For they have their own thoughts.

    You may house their bodies, but not their souls.

    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

    You may strive to be like them,

    but seek not to make them like you.

    For Life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

    Let your bending as a bow in the Archer's Hand be for gladness;

    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

    so He loves the Bow that is stable."