Sunday, May 31, 2009


Eastern Shore Baptist Church entrance

I stayed up too late last night, sitting here at the computer. I was a little drowsy in Sunday School, but in church, hubby had to tap me on the shoulder a couple of times. The worst was when the preacher called for everyone who believes it to stand up and say "Jesus is Lord!" I saw that everyone was standing up, but I didn't know why until he said it again! Boy, was I embarrassed! I immediately asked God's forgiveness. No more late Saturday nights for me!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Mother's cataract surgery

My mother has had cataract surgery; the left eye done two weeks ago, and the right eye done today. It seems to have been successful; she already can see better. It has been an ordeal for her, though. At 95 years old, she says she doesn't bounce back as quickly as she would have in her 70s!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Walk in love

Ephesians 5:1-2 "Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children; and walk in love, just as Christ also loved you, and gave Himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma."

Matthew 18: 1-4 "At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Who, then is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven." (NASV)

We are His beloved children. Just as we love our children, He loves us, and wants us to follow Him, and to walk in His ways.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Lest We Forget

photo of Arlington Cemetery, from

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Proud again

Caught by the breeze

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Visit with grandbaby!

Impromptu nap!

We spent a few days with our little granddaughter earlier this week. Precious times! She has learned to walk since we saw her last, and she walks all over the house and outside, too, with close supervision outside, of course! She walked so much, that she lay down and fell asleep in the dining room - at the opposite end of her house from her nursery. She looked so sweet lying there, that I didn't want to disturb her, and let her stay there until she woke up on her own.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Jesus Calling

Our Sunday School teacher has been recommending this devotional book:

Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young

I finally bought a copy, and I'm really looking forward to it! On the back cover, it says that Ms. Young had been keeping a prayer journal for years, and suddenly was convicted that she needed to listen to Jesus, and not talk to Him so much. So, she began listening, and journaled what He revealed to her. This devotional book is the result, and as I said, I'm really looking forward to it.

What devotional books have helped you in your walk with the Lord?

My husband and I read Open Windows together every morning. It is published by the Southern Baptist Convention, and I like it especially because it has a prayer calendar in each issue for praying for our International and North American missionaries on their birthdays.

Another one I like is Oswald Chambers' My Highest for His Utmost, but I haven't been reading it consistently.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Changing the name

I'm changing the name of my blog. When I began it, I mainly posted pictures of the area around us, and some places we've been, with descriptions.

Later, I've felt drawn to posting more observations and quoting and linking to other blogs and websites that interest me. So, since the focus of my blog has shifted, I decided the name didn't quite fit anymore.

I hope this won't be too confusing to you. I'm still keeping the "Fancy Horse" screen name, because that's how I'm known on several websites.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day, from the cats!

Mother's Day

The original photo is mine, of my two cats Spite (black) and Crystal (white). I "decorated" them with the Picnik editor on Flickr. I've made a set called Holiday Cats and decorate them for each occasion. It's a lot of fun!

Edited July 21, 2009: I tried to make a Father's Day card with my Holiday Cats, but the cutest stickers, etc. are now "Premium" - paid only - so I won't be making any more cards. All I can say it, it was fun while it lasted!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers here! You are precious and irreplaceable in the life of your family. Take your responsibilities seriously, but don't forget to take joy in all the Lord has given you!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

I have permission to post this here

I copied and pasted it from a comment to a picture on Flickr. The picture was posted by my Flickr friend, Greta~adores~Pink, and the comment was posted by Piet Grobler. English is not his first language; he is South African, but I thought his use of English was excellent. Greta~adores~Pink's picture with comments

It is a story about roses and life-long love. It brought tears to my eyes.

Silk roses

"It is a short story about a grave and a bouquet of dry flowers, written by Ettie Bierman …. a true story. I will tell it partially in my own words and partially as a translation. It appeared in a magazine called “Women’s Choice” (Translated)


In a cemetery near Lake Chrissie in Mpumalanga here in South Africa, there are old graves of soldiers who died in the Anglo Boer war. Boer and English soldiers are lying together … not in war, but in peace … for more than a century.
There is one grave of an English soldier that has a story to it, not about the grave or the man who was buried there but about the woman who loved him.
On this grave the inscription on the flat tombstone with the marble cross, tells that the man who was buried there, died in an attempt to save a comrade.
This is an extraordinary story, a beautiful story, a heart breaking story, a story where the word love is never mentioned, yet the whole story is about LOVE, written in capitals.
The small leaded letters on the tomb stone are barely visible but it can still be read:



16TH OCT. 1900


There is no grave for Garlick. Maybe he survived or was killed and buried somewhere else or in one of the graves without a tomb stone?

Ettie Bierman saw this grave and wanted to know more. She started to ask around in the small town. At the old Post Office she found the Postmaster who knew about the story although it happened long before her time. She was referred to an old lady, Rensie Kruger, a previous Post Master. Rensie was too late to experience the story herself but her predecessor knew it …… in fact, it is a story known in the region.
Rensie’s predecessor Babs Dawson died long ago but the story itself is still alive, since 1901.
That year a parcel from England arrived at the Post Office, addressed to the Post Master ….. a bouquet of dried flowers, sent by the fiancĂ© of the late Arthur William Swanston. She requested the Post Master to put the flowers on Arthur’s grave on 16 October. Because she remember…….
Every year. Never the flowers were forgotten or lost it’s course ….so the story is told. Through two world wars. There was a year or two during World War 2 when the parcel stumbled and maybe got lost on route to its destination. But the next year it was there again and every year that followed, always in time for 16 October. Every year for more than 60 years. Love never dies…..up to 1963. That year there was a letter to say; “I am old and sick and I stay in an old age home. There will most probably be no flowers sent anymore”
The next year and all the years after that, there were no flowers. She was gone like her beloved. Nobody can remember what her name was.
On 16 October 2000 – 100 years after the heroic death of Arthur William Swanston, Ettie went to the cemetery and put some fresh flowers on Arthur’s grave.
Blood red roses from her garden. For the most beautiful story of eternal love that one can imagine."