The Window Washer With all the worry out there about the Coronavirus and so many things near and dear to us here’s a short video that will bring joy to your heart, put a smile on your face, and restore a little faith in how we care for people in need. There is not one spoken word but what you will hear is better than that. Well worth your time to watch. This is cool!!! |
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Kindness From A Window Washer
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Update on Zane
I just wanted to thank all for the wonderful prayers that were sent on behalf of our little great-grandson Zane. His surgery was Wednesday and he came thru it like a champ. He's still having trouble from the anesthesia making him sleepy and having an upset stomach. We hope and pray this is the only surgery he will need on his eyes but they won't be able to tell for several weeks. So please keep the little guy in your prayers that this is the only surgery he'll have to go thru.
Blessings and Thank You's
Barbara
Thursday, July 9, 2020
One Finish and One Almost
I pray that I find all of you good people in find health and that you're not getting blisters on your fingers from all the stitching being done.
I have one finished that I picked back up about a week ago and now it's a done deal. It's a Plum Street Sampler design called "Black Cherry Tart" and I stitched it on a 32ct. Belfast in the color Valor.
Then I have my Halloween shawl that I ran out of yarn on. I'm waiting for another cake of just the black to come and then I can finish it up. Thought you might like to see the colors.
It's quite large now and with the black I want to add and then blocking it, I should have a very large shawl for Halloween night with the babies.
Speaking of babies, our little great grandson, Zane is scheduled for eye surgery next Wednesday. Please say a prayer for this little guy. He's such a sweetheart and deserves all the good things in life.
Stay healthy and stay safe.
Blessings, Barbara
Saturday, July 4, 2020
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave![50]
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave![50]
Blessings Upon This Country in This Time of Need.
Barbara
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