Friday, July 31, 2015

Squirrel Proof Bird Feeder

In early January, I told you here about my new bird feeder and how it promised to be squirrel proof.

Have you been wondering how that is working out for us?

You would think that the squirrels would be so full of tomatoes that they would leave the sunflower seeds alone.  Maybe they think of it as dessert.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Finding your Niche

There is not a spider hanging on the king's wall that does 

not have its errand; there is not a nettle that grows in the 

corner of the churchyard that does not have its purpose; 

there is not a single insect fluttering in the breeze that does

not accomplish some divine decree; and I will never have it 

that God created any man, especially any Christian man, to 

be a blank and to be a nothing. He made you for an end. 

Find out what that end is. Find out your niche and fill it. If it is 

ever so little, if it is only to be a chopper of wood and a 

drawer of water, do something in this great battle for God 

and truth.

- Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Behold, I stand at the doorand knockif any 

man hear my voice, and open the doorwill 

come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with 


~Revelation 3:20

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Summertime, an' the Livin' is Easy

Summertime was composed by George Gershwin for the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess.  DuBose Heyward, who wrote the novel Porgy, is credited with the lyrics along with Ira Gershwin. It is eighty years old, and still just as good as it was then, especially when sung by Ella Fitzgerald.

An’ the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
An’ the cotton is high.

Oh yo’ daddy's rich
An’ yo’ mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don' yo’ cry.

One of these mornin’s
You're goin’ to rise up singin’
Then you'll spread yo’ wings
An’ you'll take the sky.

But till that mornin’
There's a-nothin’ can harm you
With daddy an’ mammy standin’ by.

Repeat first two verses

Enjoy with your iced tea and flip flops.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Recycled Plant Stand Folk Art

I had this beautiful old cake plate, but it had a chip in the side, so I never used it.

This pie plate was a gift from many years ago.  I haven't used it in years, but I didn't want to part with it.

I found this retro glass vase at a yard sale somewhere in Tennessee.  It was 25 cents, and I knew I was bound to need it someday.

Hub used this Gorilla Glue to stick them all together.

Here they are, holding a plant on the front porch.  Hub used the spray white paint from Walmart that set us back 99 cents plus tax.

How cool is that?  Last week, I found an old lamp base . . .

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sunday Scripture: Road

 But small is the gate and narrow the 

road that leads to life, and only a few 

find it.
~Matthew 7:14

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Revive Us Again

Revive us Again was one of the first hymns I learned, possibly because we only went to church during revival meetings and it was always sung. It is still one of my favorites.

William MacKay was born in 1839 in Scotland. He trained and worked as a doctor, but left that profession to become a minister. In 1863, he penned Revive us Again.

We praise Thee, O God!
For the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus Who died,
And is now gone above.


Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
Revive us again.

We praise Thee, O God!
For Thy Spirit of light,
Who hath shown us our Savior,
And scattered our night.


All glory and praise
To the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins,
And hath cleansed every stain.


All glory and praise
To the God of all grace,
Who hast brought us, and sought us,
And guided our ways.


Revive us again;
Fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above.

Dr. MacKay must have felt the need for revival intensely. In his own words:
My dear mother had been a godly, holy woman, quite often telling me of the Savior, and many times I saw her on bended knee in prayer for my soul’s salvation. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew, the more wicked I became…

One day a seriously injured man was brought into the hospital. His case seemed hopeless, he seemed to realize his condition for he was fully conscious and asked me how much time he had left to live. I gave him my opinion in as cautious a manner as I could.

“Have you any relatives whom we could notify?” I asked.

The patient shook his head. He had only one wish, it was to see his landlady because he owed her a small sum of money and also wished to bid her farewell. He also requested that his landlady send him “The Book…”

I went to see him on my regular visits at least once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression constantly on his face…After the man died, some things about his affairs were to be done in my presence.

“What shall we do with this?” the nurse asked holding a book in her hand.

“What kind of book is it?” I asked.

“The Bible of the poor man…As long as he was able to read it, he did so, and when he was unable to do so anymore, he kept it under his bed cover.”

I took the Bible and-could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible! The Bible which my mother had given me when I left my parent’s home, and which later, when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my mother’s hand…

With a deep sense of shame I looked upon the precious Book. It had given comfort and refreshing to the unfortunate man in his last hours. It had been a guide to him into eternal life, so that he had been enabled to die in peace and happiness. And this book, the last gift to me from my mother, I had actually sold for a ridiculous price…

Be it sufficient to say that the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion.


History doesn't tell us much else about Dr. MacKay, but just from the lyrics of the song, we understand one thing: He had his praise on! Praise is our best weapon to cleanse and bring revival.

From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. Psalm 8:2

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Not by Bread Alone

But He answered and said, "It is written: Man shall

not live by bread alone, but by every word that 

proceedeth out of the mouth of God."

~Matthew 4:4

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Handyfest 2015

It is the most wonderful week of the year.

The 2015 W. C. Handy Festival officially began last night with Courtin' the Blues Parade, led by entertainer Christine Ohlman.

Christine was riding in the Cadillac that Sam Phillips once drove Elvis, Johnny Cash, and others around in.

The heat index of 100+ wasn't enough to stop the dancing.

It is going to be a good week!

Friday, July 17, 2015

Bell Buckle, Tennessee

If you are in the mood to go loafin' today, check out this little town: Bell Buckle, Tennessee.

It is full of antiques and ice cream, moon pies and fried apple pies. There is also a tea room there.  Perfect for loafin'.

There is a moon pie festival and other events throughout the year.

Here is how to get there: 
  • (From I-24) Bell Buckle is a short drive from Interstate 24 – Exit 97 between Murfreesboro and Manchester (Hwy 64 & Hwy 82)

  • (From I-40) Near Lebanon, take I-840 to I24, then on to Hwy. 231 to Shelbyville and then to Hwy. 82

  • (From I65) You will exit at Cornersville toward Lewisburg, then to Shelbyville on Hwy 231 and then to Hwy. 82.