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Serene

The little village of Madrid, Nebraska is not officially a town. It does not meet the population requirements of 500+ to qualify, so it is called, a “village”. But the quiet, laid back atmosphere of this small farming community with its historical beginnings has the kind of country charm and character found on postcards from the 1800’s era. Walking down a gravel road one sees corn fields, tractors and combines at work planting or harvesting, hay balers, grain elevators, mammoth piles of grain and corn, and huge semis lined up, loading their haul to transport goods to processing plants or distributors.

In the old General Store owned and operated by the Mennonite people one can find all kinds of sweet treats, candies of every color, shape and flavor stored in large jars, gum balls and my favorite, their almond date nut, coconut rolls. Farm fresh eggs, nectars, syrups, fresh-baked breads and rolls can be found there also.

In the evenings when the sun goes down the sunset is as serene and picturesque as a Norman Rockwell painting. The air turns cooler, the roads look almost deserted and one can hear the sounds of hawks screeching across the open skies in search of prey.  Neon signs light up Main street, but a soft glow of lights can be seen from the windows of houses up and down the streets that branch off the county roads.

The trip to Madrid for Thanksgiving to be with our daughter and family was memorable, and the setting serene as we drove away with some reluctance to come back home to our congested heavily trafficked city of Loveland, Colorado.

This post is done for the Daily Post photo challenge at: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/27030/posts/1681986819 

Photo Challenge: Experimental

I took this photo with my iPhone 6 camera. I have not had this phone long. It was given to me by my granddaughter. She had lost it on a hiking trail, was rather new still, and though she searched for it then  she did not find it until two weeks later. Since she had immediately gotten her a new phone of the same model and make, she gave me this old one which surprisingly was still there in the same spot where lost and her dog picked up her scent on it. It was not broken or damaged, and still in excellent condition for me to use after transferring my phone carrier account over to this one. I experimented with the camera some while on a walk with my dog when the sun was going down over the lake when I took this. You can see just a tiny opening of color still from the reflected color and sheen off the lake through the trees, and a glistening wet look on the fallen leaves along the trail.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

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Bowing branches

Low hanging branches

bare and dark, as if bowing in reverence, pray,

Even trees raise not their limbs

to the sky, but like

hearts heavy, weary and drained,

beseech the Lord, and ask, “Why”?

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I walk this trail a lot. On this particular day I noticed the drooping branches, bare and void, looking as if little if any life remained in the tree. But, I know this is a well maintained and popular walking trail at one of our busiest campground sites, so knew that come spring it would no doubt be again budding with leaves and new growth, if it remains rooted and connected with the source which gives it life.

It was the day after the Texas church massacre, and my thoughts and prayers were focused on the victims and families of those, and those killed or surviving other attacks in New York, Las Vegas and elsewhere.  We all have questions; why, how does this thing happen, and so frequently anymore. There are no answers, no easy solutions. We cannot be guaranteed we will have a tomorrow, but we can be guaranteed that we are ready to die if we don’t see tomorrow. God assures us of that. It is His promise to us that with new life in Him we have hope, and that hope assures us we will know Him and see Him.

Psalms 42:5 (NIV) says, “Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”

In Matthew 5:4 (NIV) Jesus spoke to the throngs of people on the mountain in a message known as the beatitudes. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

 

 

 

Ever faithful and true

The sky is clear but for a soft glow

and the dark silhouette of mountains and trees

reflecting back still images I see

while walking the path along the still lake

I lift my eyes to a twilight sky

feeling grateful, for it’s been a good day

My heart rejoices, and I silently pray

How great is Your name, ever faithful and true

all that I need or ever hope to be

I need only to trust in You.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

A New Season in Life


Like tiny bits of crinkled paper

leaves fall, scattering in all directions

chased by the wind, scorched by the sun,

some caught on rocks, some gather in piles.

Trees grow more bare day by day;

exposed and stripped branches cannot hide

what found refuge through summer’s heat.

A season ends, and another begins.

I welcome the changing times of life,

each day a gift like the leaves that scatter

one upon the other like the passing of time.

I pray there not be a day go by

that I fail to bare my soul to Thee, 

and thank you, God for what you’ve given me.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

God gave me a rose

I needed just a sign

that God turned not away

disappointed in His child

for what we could not hide,

or dwell on what went wrong.

We would choose to now move forward

not look back on Why or How,

or think upon the long

days of waiting you’d come around

as we stood by in silent sadness;

yet hanging onto hope

that you’d make it through the days

 and your life we prayed to keep,

while God standing watch over you amidst your fear.

 He returned to you your life,

and assured us that in spite of what he did allow

He’s not yet through with you, and here.

He never really left, but gave us just some space.

 How precious every moment, every day of our lives,

like the rose, the sign I needed

  to know He’s always there, and with us day and night.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

 

Succumbing

 

A flower that blooms in the spring, and 

produces through a season if warmed by the sun, 

  watered by the heavens if nurtured will bring

beauty for the times when the trials of life

weigh me down so my soul can’t sing,

and for the bee for which it must have

that succulent nectar to live and thrive

 will grow weary too, lie listless, weak and die.

So, it is like that in life,

and like the flower and the bee

when our days we cannot number,

each and every one known to God

we have no guarantee. But still, I often wonder

over the day when I too shall slumber,

but until that time, I’ll give all I have

to Him who guards my quaking steps,

and steadies me when I fall,

 for I know that in all I do

it is with Him that I do all.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

 

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