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As I ponder my life’s road
I keep You in my heart
Knowing Your with me
and will never from me part.

You always guide me in
All of my endeavors
Teaching me Your ways
Till I’m home with you forever

I thank You Lord for
Your love and grace
Causing me always
to seek your face

Thank You, Jesus

Day at the Park and a Lesson Learned

A Short Story by Debbie Adams

Susan lived all alone and didn’t really have any friends since she just moved there a month ago. This morning she was feeling rather cooped up and lonely in her tiny apartment. She decided it was time to get out, and go for a walk in the nearby park to feed the ducks. She walked into her kitchen, grabbed a half eaten loaf of bread, then headed out the door.

When she arrived at the park she walked straight to the duck pond, but none of the ducks were around. She hesitated for a moment then sat down on the nearest park bench, broke up all the bread into little crumbs and fed them to the birds. As soon as the birds ate up all the bread crumbs, they flew away.

“Sigh, now what?  I’m out of bread, and all the birds have flown away. I don’t want to go back to my apartment yet. I have all evening and night to sit there by myself. I guess I’ll just walk around the park for a while.” she thought to herself.

Just as Susan was about to get up a gentlemen sat down beside her to rest from jogging.

“Sigh, why do I always over-do it,” he said, as he was trying to catch his breath.

“Over-do what?” she asked.

“Jogging,” he said, “I always try to push myself to jog a little further each day, but then over do it every time.” He replied with a chuckle.

She laughed.

The two of them began to talk with each other. She learned his name is Brian, and was glad she had stayed a moment longer or wouldn’t have met him.

“So what brings you to this park on this fine day,” he asked.

“I was feeding the birds, but now they’ve all flown away. The least they could have done was stick around for a while since I fed them.” She protested with a giggle.

“What kind of bread was it?” he asked.

“Just plain white bread.”

“Oh, well then, there is where you went wrong. You have to give them something with more substance so they don’t fly away looking for more to eat. Next time try Whole wheat with raisins, or Multigrain, the one with all the seeds in it.  Those would fill the birds up.” He explained to her.

“I never really thought about making sure the birds felt satisfied when they were done eating before. Maybe I’ll just bring them a full loaf of my white bread next time.” She said.

“Don’t tell me you eat white bread?” he asked with curiosity.

“Yes, I do, why? She replied with a slight defense.

He replied, “There’s no substance to white bread. The next time you shop for bread give the white bread a little pinch, and notice that it does not spring back. Then go to one of the better breads like Whole wheat or Multigrain bread and give one of those a pinch. You’ll notice that either one of those breads will spring back after you pinch them. They spring back because they have substance to them. In other words the bread is real and has life to it. The white bread is made with  processed flour, therefore has no life. It’s full of empty calories and will leave you feeling hungry sooner than either of the other breads. I could go on with a long list of  reasons why white bread is bad for you.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take your word for it. I didn’t expect to come to the park and get and education on bread, but am glad I did, Brian.” She said with a smile.

He smiled back, “It’s lunch time, would you like to join me at the local deli for a sandwich made with some Whole wheat bread?” he asked, “It would be my treat of course.”

She replied,

“I’d like that, Brian.”

© Debbie Adams 2013

Beach Finds

Sand Dollar


Sand Dollar

I found this sand dollar about 2 minutes into my walk one early morning. It measure about 3″ across. Since Mitch loves these it was a nice surprise to give him when I got back from my stroll.  What do you mean what was he doing when I was walking the beach? He was setting up his fishing poles for a full day of fishing.

The Legend of the Sand Dollar

There’s a lovely little legend
That I would like to tell,
Of the birth and death of Jesus
Found in this lowly shell.

If you examine closely
You’ll see that you find here,
Four nail holes and a fifth one
Made by a Roman’s spear.

On one side the Easter Lily,
Its center is the star,
That appeared unto the shepherds
And led them from afar.

The Christmas Poinsettia
Etched on the other side,
Reminds us of His birthday
Our happy Christmastide.

Now break the center open
And here you will release,
The five white doves awaiting
To spread Good Will and Peace.

This simple little symbol
Christ left for you and me,
To help us spread His Gospel
Through all Eternity


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Mitch sets up about 3 to 4 fishing poles on the beach. Each one sets in a pole holder. He sits back to watch the tips. If they wiggle, then he got a bite. Though sometimes the waves can make the tip of the pole wiggle too. It can be tricky. Sometime he’ll take one of the fishing poles out and stand at the edge of the shoreline where the waves break. One day while he was doing that he found this starfish. It measures 7″ across. Neither of us know what kind of starfish it is. Maybe you know.


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Mitch found this piece of granite on the ground while sitting on the steps of our deck at our camper site.  This is and unusual find since it it not the type of rock that would be found around here. This type of rock is pretty common for making tombstones. Hmm, I wonder just what’s buried under our 5th wheel camper.

Bedside Manners

sick husbandJake woke up with severe stomach pain. When he tried to get out of bed he lost his balance, but caught himself by leaning into the nearby dresser. His wife Vicky walked in the bedroom, seen how unsteady he was, and helped him back into bed.

Exhausted, he asked “Fix me another drink, would you, Vicky?”
“Of course, darling,” she replied tenderly.

Vicky returned with the drink, then leaned over Jake and kissed him. Jake grabbed her, tilted her head back for another kiss,
and said,

“ Open wide you, scurvy bitch, this time your drinking the arsenic, laced drink!”


This is part of the M3 Flash in the Pan word challenge.
Challenged word is “scurvy,” with a word limit of 100 words. This one comes in at 100 words.

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