10/18/08

I THINK THAT GOD IS PROUD

I think that God is proud of those who bear
A sorrow bravely-proud indeed of them
Who walk straight through the dark to find Him there,
And kneel in faith to touch his garment's hem.
Oh, proud of them who lift their heads to shake
Away the tears from eyes that have grown dim,
Who tighten quivering lips and turn to take
The only road they know that leads to Him.
How proud He must be of them-He who knows
All sorrow, and how hard grief is to bear!
I think He sees them coming, and He goes
With outstretched arms and hands to meet them there,
And with a look, a touch on hand or head,
Each finds his hurt heart strangely comforted.
Grace Noll Crowell

10/17/08

Zentangles

Aw Zentangles again.
ZENTANGLE with a TWIST
SOCIETY GROUP
This is a card that I made for this week challenge.
Theme: Fall Harvest
 

10/16/08

ATC

As I worked on these cards I just had to do one more.
Office Calls
 
This is my last card in this series. 
 

10/15/08

DOING WHAT'S RIGHT FOR US

We Must Do What's
Right For Us
The great thing to learn about life is,
first, not to do what you don't want
to do, and, second, to do what you
do want to do.
-Margaret Anderson

10/14/08

ATC

I had so much making atc using the theme Telephone Book I came up with this one.
MAY I MAKE AN APPOINTMENT

10/13/08

ATC

I belong to a group at the Flickr site. Each week they have a challenge. Well, I got confuse as to the due date so I ended up keeping this card. We were to make one card and the challenge theme was 
TELEPHONE BOOK
This is the card I made for the challenge

10/12/08

I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING

I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one:
I thought that morning clound was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the west.
I saw two summer currents
Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,
In peace each other greeting:
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies played between.
Such be your gentle motion,
Till life's last pulse shall beat;
Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,
Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease-
A purer sky, where all is peace.
John Gardiner Brainard