So neat...
And how can we forget Nat King Cole this time of year?
In my prayer time I feel impressed to lay my head even more and more on the Father's chest...Just like a little girl laying her head on her father's loving chest...Trusting and telling the Father my concerns.
Love this song, a wonderful reminder, oh, just so beautiful and truthful too.
Prayer is a powerful thing, we can talk with Him and walk with Him...and He listens. He is also moved by our Faith. When our children talk to us? Don't we listen?
Seen any good movies? We saw one that is definitely a keeper! It's called Red Light (1949)
I wasn't sure if I would like it by the name, but this one is inspiring, wowee. The end is really something. It's about a mobster with a missionary brother and a secret in a Bible. The movie poster on this doesn't represent the movie. Some of the music is so beautiful...Very period, just so nice, reminded me a bit of the old movie, Boys Town in that particular way.
Here's a few photos, I have more but around here, out here away from it all it is shared internet with the other country neighbors so bandwidth can be hard to come by on certain days and it takes forever to load up my photos from my phone etc.
A recent evening walk:

The other evening...

A partial glimpse of my lineup of seedlings getting started for my fall garden, I'm planting a variety of winter squash and greens, just a nice variety of wonderful vegetables along with marigolds to attract bees for pollination:

One of our five kitties, his name? Why it's Monkey! Our daughter Annette had brought him home one dark night as a kitten, he had tromped through puddles through the forest to reach her car as she stopped, seeing him near our home, so sweet. It's as if he knew exactly his ride was there! He has beautiful light green eyes and loves pets.

A sweet reminder, just love sweet little scarecrows!

The other morning, I saw the light landing on my 'Faith' sign behind my couch...I took the trouble to go fetch my phone to get this shot...It reminded me of my Grandma and Grandpa Oddo's home when I was a little girl there on the bay...The way the morning light would come in...

I'll close now, I need to get supper going, I already have some potatoes in the oven I make with chopped tomatoes, lemon juice, garlic powder a little olive or avocado oil and all that jazz.
We'll have my special red beans and rice too with hints of mustard greens, and one of my favorites, Tofurky. If you're a veggie gal like me, Tofurky is gold, it flavors things wonderfully and is plantbased. How do I make my red bean soup? I follow the recipe for the mostpart from the Camellia brand bean bag subbing Tofurky fro meat and adding some sauteed bell peppers too. Edit 9.18: I also sautee a can of diced tomatoes with the onions, peppers and tofurkey. Sometimes I throw into a vegan bouillon cube in the broth later.
I'll be making some Jiffy cornbread too, that's a nice comfort food....
I usually serve a big green salad as well with my Creole soup. Camellia bean company is in New Orleans, I have New Orleans in my blood.
My Italian grandma was from New Orleans, her Italian family from Naples, Italy owned an ice cream cone and ice cream business on the main street across from Jax brewery. The business is still there but owned by someone else. My great grandpa spoke little English being from Naples, Italy. He had invented his own ice cream cone and it was stolen by a large ice cream cone company from the same area. So many Italians were not treated properly back then but they worked hard and pulled themselves up. My great grandparents moved to Texas as my grandma's brothers were getting older and my grandfather was afraid they would get into bad company, I'm so thankful to my great grandfather for that courageous move.
But I do love New Orleans, the mighty Mississippi river is my favorite spot there watching the river boats, jazz musicians playing on the corners, it's so nice and the great cathedral. Many people think of bad things when they think of New Orleans but you can easily go there and stay away from bad things just like any other city, we don't even drink and we are fine there, you just have to know what to stay away from. If you like history it's a neat and unique place. My grandma kept her New Orleans accent and loved to cook, nothing like it. I think of my grandma often when I'm in the kitchen doing what I call...Composing dinner.
Do you know the famous actress, Irene Dunne was the daughter of a riverboat inspector? She said the greatest time in her life was as a teenager riding with her father on those riverboats. My father went to Gulfport Military Academy in Biloxi Mississippi right down the way, oh the stories of the dances they would attend at the local girls academy. I have my uncle's dress gloves from the academy.
Well, looks like I typed up a bunny trail above...
Have a good evening, loves,
All who humble themselves before the Lord shall be given every blessing and shall have wonderful peace. Psalm 37:11
Growth takes place in quietness, in hidden ways, in silence and solitude. The process is not accessible to observation.
~Eugene Peterson
Our Lord does not care so much for the importance of our works as for the love with which they are done.
~Teresa of Avila
We can never untangle all the woes in other people's lives. We can't produce miracles overnight. But we can bring a cup of cool water to a thirst soul, or a scoop of laughter to a lonely heart.
~Barbara Johnson