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Walk That Road Together   Leave a comment

 

 

Sometimes there’s things we say or do

we think will help or inspire along the way

when our road or path, smooth or rough

teaching patience and perseverance are essential qualities,

but, when we haven’t either, or running on short supply,

we feel discouraged or depressed and meander through our day,

we pray for needed strength that we might be

refreshed, revived, renewed.

There are times when we feel we carry on alone

we stumble and we struggle,

and the road again a rocky path once more;

we wish it gone, and hope for a better day.

Yet we smile, hold high our head, and say,

“I’m fine,” Pretending all well instead.

But, our lives are not meant to go it alone,

so take the hand of a friend, or one you’ve come to know,

share your journey, your life, your aspirations, your dreams,

and walk that road with them; being there for each other.

And if they should be the one who falls, then be the one who helps them

up. encourage and support as you each draw strength along the  way

Praying together through those times, embracing each new day,

trusting God to lead, whatever comes, what may.

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Joyce E. Mannhalter © Sept. 2021

Footnotes:   I wrote the above poem thinking about the story of David and Jonathan in the old testament in I Samuel. When David was about to become the new king of Israel, Saul the present king, father of David’s  friend Jonathan  became jealous, angry and wicked, determined to kill David to keep the throne. Jonathan stood by and protected David with a plan to save him, even when his own life was in jeopardy.

I believe that whatever our situation or need whether it be one of great significance or not we just need one that will stand beside us, encourage us, pray with us, listen and be there as a friend who cares.  JEM

Posted September 29, 2021 by Joyce in Inspirational Poems, My Photos, My Writings, Poems, poetry

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To all, a Season, a Time   Leave a comment

Once again it is that time of year: Autumn, my favorite season. I see the first of many leaves fall to the ground. The air is cool, brisk and welcomed. And I think back on how fast the last three years have gone since I have been living in Nebraska after moving from Colorado, my birth state. So much has happened in my life as I’m sure in yours. Our lives take many turns, ups and downs and through it all we learn and grow.

At times, I think there just isn’t enough time to do all I want or need to do. Then I realize I have tried to do too much in one day. And I think, where are the memories for this day if I don’t stop to enjoy the simpler things enough to make any?

I love to watch out my front windows at the feisty fat squirrels that race up and down my huge old Maple tree and think how busy they are too chasing after each other, racing to be the first to get to the last of the sunflower seeds in my bird/squirrel feeder.

I live in a town where farming, cattle ranching and agriculture are the primary occupational sources around this part and everyone gets involved it seems in the anticipation of early spring planting, the calving season and into the fall and autumn months of harvest when people celebrate the harvest knowing that their crops whether it be corn, soy beans, wheat or raising prime beef are feeding the rest of the county. And we do enjoy the best of fresh corn on the cob here and  prime beef, grown and  raised locally.

The events here in the U.S. and throughout the world in the last few years with the pandemic, Covid and changing weather and storm related events have shown us that nothing ever stays the same and changes come with the seasons from month to month and year to year. And we all change with it as a result.

I am reminded of a favorite scripture passage found in the Old Testament that speaks, to everything there is a time, a place, a season. These words of King Solomon are/were prophetic in that time and are today. known as a very wise man and most influential king of Israel during his reign.

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die: a time to plant, and a time to pick up that which is planted: a time to kill, and a time to heal: a time to break down, and a time to build up: a time to weep and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance: a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together: a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing: a time to get and a time to lose: a time to keep, and a time to cast away: a time to rend, and a time to sew: a time to keep silence, and a time to speak: a time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war and a time of peace.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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Joyce E. Mannhalter (Sept. 2021)

Posted September 21, 2021 by Joyce in Autumn, blogging, Faith, My Photos, My Writings

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The Vineyard   Leave a comment

It was a good year for the wine industry. The harvest would yield a good crop. Though the drought hit some areas hard there were others where the rains came, measured by inches, and the vineyard flourished. But it was not easy finding enough workers to harvest the grapes. Those who did want work showed up early  seeing the sign posted, “Grape pickers wanted. A day’s wage paid for all who need or want work.”

 The landowner  sent them out to the fields with buckets. At 9:00, 12:00 noon, and 3:00 in the afternoon he went out and found more migrant farmers willing to work and sent them all out as well with their buckets promising them too a full day’s wage. At 5:00 p.m. there were still more again outside hanging around.  The land owner asked them, “Why are you all just standing around doing nothing?” One replied, “We could not find any work today.” So again he offered the last group the same day’s wage for the remainder of the day’s work to be done.

At closing time, he told his foreman to pay the last workers hired their full wage, and then those hired at 3:00 p.m. theirs, those hired at 12:00 noon theirs,, those hired at 9:00 a.m. theirs, and those from the first group hired early in the day, last.

But, the first group of workers complained and argued with him saying he owed them more because they were the first to be hired and worked the longest, in the heat of the day. “We should receive more for working a full day.”

The owner replied to them, “Friend, I told you like I told all the workers that you each would receive  the same amount, a full day’s wage. It was fair and according to our agreement. Don’t I have the right to hire and choose whomever I want, and pay what is owed them? Are you jealous that I paid them first what I paid all of you? Those who were hired last and paid first are entitled to the same as those hired first and paid last.  They are deserving of the same equal pay. Now, take your pay and go.”

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The above story in fiction, a modern day version of the parable similar to the one Jesus shared with his disciples as told  in the New Testament Bible in  Matthew 20: vs. 1- 14. It tells the story of the parable of the vineyard. In that day during biblical times a Denarius was a small silver coin, a Penney’s worth, but considered a full day’s wage. The land owner emphasized the importance to pay each and every worker their fair share, and his word was honored.

In the world today where the economy is suffering, some of it due to the pandemic, yet in other ways because of administrative decisions made   people complain because they don’t have any or too little and our government is helping those who still expect extra when there are numerous job opportunities  out there. And still businesses are closing, shutting down, or just trying to stay open with few employees to share the load and carry the burden for the weakened economy. This scripture passage of the parable of the landowner’s vineyard speaks about having integrity and equality for all, in our business ventures and in every area of life regardless of age, gender and race. It is in these times when we all can be reminded of the seeds and lessons in scripture to plant in our own soil, or soul  good seeds where it can produce good fruit. 

Joyce E. Mannhalter (C) Sept. 2021

 

 

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