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Five Things I am Thankful for Today!!!
1. The Color Red
2. Color Black
3. The Color Blue
4. The Color White
5. The Color Green
Take a break, sit back and enjoy this absolutely beautiful message . . .
You will really enjoy this. Let’s be thankful that God gave us the ability to see colors.
Turn up the sound and click on the picture above.
Thanks Gary Ringstaff for sharing this. It’s absolutely wonderful!!!!
So, what are you thankful for today! I’d love to know. Blessings to all, Cordieb.
More on Colors. . .Just in Case You Didn’t Know. . . 🙂
Almost all visible colors can be obtained by the additive color mixing of three colors that are in widely spaced regions of the visible spectrum. If the three colors of light can be mixed to produce white, they are called primary colors and the standard additive primary colors are red, green and blue.
Two colors that produce white when added together are called complementary. The color complementary to a primary color is called a secondary color. The complementary or secondary colors for red, green and blue are cyan, magenta and yellow respectively. These three colors are often referred to as the subtractive primary colors. When the three are combined in subtractive color mixing, they produce black.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Peace, Light and Love. . . C.
I can clear one’s mind to move beyond
Perceived misdeeds occuring in time now gone
I can free the mind of duplicitous locks
Evading spirit with mental blocks
Blocks and Locks preventing joy and pleasure
From freely roaming at their leasure
I hold the key to unshackle resentment
That tricks one’s mind out of contentment
I can relieve the body, mind and spirit
Of inequities which, in reality, presently, hold no merit
Weaved deception and rejection I shall unweave
Derived from Love; empathy I conceive
I can release one’s spirit of the heavy weight
That dims one’s soul; unravelled fate
I empower the anquished breath to exhale serenity
I inspire the soul to dance in bliss with eternity
A humble spirit; yet many find me hard to possess
With love, I discard all trespasses
Compassion brings forth my blessedness
click below for riddle answer
I am kind and patient; not boastful or proud…
I am all knowing, yet humble; not boisterous or loud
I am secure in my stead; not untrusting or jealous
I keep no scores of bad deeds; I’m forgiving….unrebellious
I am thankful for mine; of your’s I’m not envious
I don’t hold resentment to ferment my soul…
In-line with my spirit, it is compassion I hold!
I’m not judgmental; I allow others to be…
That which they are; so their souls might be free
Knowing we all are created from the same mighty force
Good, bad or indifferent; of the same Holy source!
I rejoice in the truth; refrain from deception…
Persevere with great hope, amid pain or rejection.
Not easily angered, remaining kind and protective…
Willing to look closely at life from another’s perspective.
I am the foundation of all Creation thereof…
I’m the most powerful, unfailing, Spirit of all
…I Am the Spirit of Love…
~Written by CordieB, Inspired by 1st Corinthian’s 13 and of course….. Love.
Quote for the Day: When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child. As I grew, I put childish ways behind me. Then I saw but a poor reflection, as in a mirror. Now I see face to face. Then, I knew only in part. Now I know fully and I am fully known.
And now these three remain…
But the greatest of these is…
~1 Corinthians 13, The Bible
Another Quote: Knowing is realizing we don’t know it all ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love….
I received this via email today from a very good friend… I simply had to pass it on!!!
The Buzzard: If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT: The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE: A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
PEOPLE: In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!
No, I can’t see the wind. . .
but I can feel her chill down to my bones..
I can feel her warmth as she comforts my soul…
I see the effects of his force as he bristles over infinite blades of grass;
Each blade dancing individually, yet collectively to the wind’s sweet song. . .
I can see the magnitude of his majesty as the tree branches sway, too and fro…
No. I must admit, I have never seen the wind. . .
Yet, I can see how she touches all and everything…
in unison. . .still, independently…
I have seen how she has changed whole landscapes in seconds…
I have witnesses her bring the 200 year old mighty oak to the ground…
I watch her invisible force lift vast oceans onto shores…
I have witnesses her carry a kite into the glimpse of the sun
She gently lifts the sparrow into graceful flight….
He gently runs his fingers through the strands of my hair…
I feel his gentle touch caress my skin…
And. . . there are times when he simply takes my breath away…
Alas, I am but a feather in the wind…
she picks me up and takes me on many experiences,
then she gently lands me on the bountiful land
No. I confess, I have yet to see the wind. . . himself…
But I feel his effects each moment I live. . .
I feel his presence…omnipotent…
I know his power … and his grace…
and I am ever so grateful for the wind….
I shall forever love the wind. . .
~Written by CordieB. Inspired by G.
Rick Mobs at Mine Enemy Grows Older , who I discovered through Paisley (thanks Jodie), has invited his readers/viewers to give words to his beautiful art. The above titled art needs no words; as it is a supernatural story in and of itself; but, since Rick has so graciously allowed us to put words to his stunning creation – here is my rendition. . . in another spiritual riddle . . .
I’ve tricked you since the days of old
Enticed by me, you’d lease your soul
If I could trade eternity . . .
You’d sell, not rent that soul to me.
I’m the most disillusioned of all fear based spirits
My existence holds but one egotistical merit
I bring forth false vision to the being
who can not bring himself to seeing
the wondrous beauty of the soul within
that shines like gold when love seeps in
that lasts through style and passing trends . . .
I’m the most deathly of all deadly sins!
If I could erase your lines of wear and tear
you’d trade your soul without a care
If I could make all bow to you
there’d be no limits to what you’d do
because you don’t see the beauty in creation
of what God blessed you with in relation
to all God’s creation, magenta, black, or white
I’ve tricked your vision; jaded your sight
by grace but for only a twinkle in time on earth
for God forbids his art to loose full worth . . .
in the vastness of creation’s grand eternity
Who am I?
I am the deadly spirit of Vanity
Once upon a midnight blue
When you were me and I were you
And everything was tried and true
A dark spirit of our selves shown through
Though my eyes were brown and yours were blue
We at first appreciated the differences in hue
Why they were different, we had no clue
But embraced the beauty, through and through
Then on that midnight starry night
The gods awakened, causing stress and fright
Fear was something we had never known
Whether close together or all alone
We had all we ever needed or ever would
We could achieve anything that ever could
But on that dark night, once upon
The gods became bored of creation . . .
And so the games of life begun . . .
"How can we make them not forsee
That they are one and all as we?
How can we make them entertain
If they know that all are one and one’s the same?"
And so the god of unimpressed
Purposed to put forth a simple test
No pain was known to men back then
It was invented to see how best
Two lives would deal, and who would win
Pain produced me; thus I produced what you call sin.
Sadly the test failed miserably
Soon you became you and I became me
And so the gods changed destiny…
of how life was suppose to be.
This spirit often called out of name
Whose first intent was to bear blame
To make you look at me as I
And question differences to why
We were not exactly both the same
This spirit questioned right from wrong
And high from low and short from long
Discarded the weak, embraced the strong;
And though we both stood side by side
And knew no thing of foolish pride
This spirit borne proudness so great
That pride turned quickly into hate
As pain was never in the original plan;
For any living creature, including man.
Back then we were much like the beautiful tree
Who gives all of herself and love just to be . . .
And co-create in God’s creativity….
No pain is felt by the morning glory
Who each morning tells a most lovely story
The grass is not pained by the trample of man
She embraces the walks on her bountiful land
I’m told the Creation God attempted to correct this aweful woe
By instilling in animals, knowledge of everything they’d ever need or know…
But most humans remained retarded in their abilities
To see the the forest through the trees…
For despite having knowledge to eliminate pain’s dark shadow
Pain’s offspring remained, Who am I . . . (Click below for Riddle Answer)