Taste the Source
“Jesus is not our sauce,
He’s the source,”
Pastor TC Mooney reminds us.
I knew that, of course.
Mooney says we often push God
To the back of our fridge shelf.
We only take Him out to sprinkle
Some on our lives – to flavor ourself.
Sometimes we forget He’s there.
We leave Him in the back too long.
But, unlike sauce, the Source
Never expires; His flavor’s never gone.
I can taste the love of Jesus
Without worrying about the date
He might get stale. He’s always fresh.
My reach is never too late.
Jesus is not my sauce.
He’s The Source.
I Drink from His
Everlasting Fountain of Love
Happy Father’s Day weekend.
You’re part of the Goodness.
You know that, right?
Spread the love!
See ya tomorrow
Happiness is easier to CREATE than it is to FIND.
Love One Another
Love and Appreciate
It’s never too late
Listen and Learn
Find that for which you yearn
Accept and Smile
And go the extra mile
Feel and Do
Do what God has given you
Love and Appreciate
It’s never too late!
Here’s a red rose of love for you.
Thanks for visiting JanBeek.
Tell me something or someone you
are loving right now!
I am loving YOU!!
Have a great week.
See ya tomorrow.
Those are the Tetons behind the moose.
Enjoy these awesome photos by Scott Wheeler.
He will have a booth at the Madison Valley Arts Festival
in Ennis, Montana on August 10.
His Facebook Page is:
And his website is ScottWheelerGallery.com
This is the Madison River, just a couple miles south of Ennis, Montana. I have the privilege of living in ths world-class fly-fishing area!
South-east of us, the Madison River flows out of Hebgen Lake. The Madison’s origin is the Gibbon and the Firehole Rivers in Yellowstone. Yellowstone National Park is just an hour’s drive from us.
You can see why our Madison Valley is considered part of “Big Sky Country” – the views are magnificent. The sky is uninterrupted.
Thank you, Scott Wheeler, for your fantastic photography.
If you want a copy of his work, my friends,
be sure to come to our Ennis Arts Festival this August 10th.
Look me up! I’ll be there.
Learn more about the Art Festival at our website:
Bob & I don’t see the river from our house, but we look out at Jack Creek Canyon in that magnificent Madison Range. The western sunset reflecting red in the eastern mountains often is part of our night’s “light show.”
These next two photos are mine…
taken a couple weeks ago
when we still had some snow on the ground.
Here is the western view.
Our house is the one tucked in
all those evergreen trees out there…
… and here is the eastern reflection:
Jack Creek Canyon to far left, Fan Mountain straight ahead with God’s spotlight on it!
Yes, we are blessed.
You have a blessed day, my friends.
See you tomorrow
This is the day
That the Lord has made
I will rejoice
And be glad in it!
I pray you have reasons to rejoice, too.
Tell me one reason!
Thanks for visiting
See you tomorrow
Endings are our new beginnings
Every day offers both
My granddaughter, Hope,
and her husband, Drew,
are expecting their baby girl any day now.
Knowing this is the week
we will lay my friend, Carol, to rest,
and this is the week our grandson,
Chris, is ending his 6 month stay in the USA,
it is fitting that a new beginning
God bless this new life
about to join us!
See you tomorrow
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• syllabic count: 2-8-6-4-2
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• titled, where the title is used as a sixth line
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The best kind of gift
Is the unexpected one
The gift from the heart
It was Mother’s Day weekend. I went into Bozeman, our nearest city, to do a little shopping, get my nails done, and run a few errands.
After dear Jayson finished my manicure, while I was sitting there letting my nails dry, he and his adorable wife, Hannah (who is a pedicure expert), went into the back room. They came out wearing great big grins and carrying a gorgeous orchid plant and card.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” they said, as they handed the card and plant to me.
What a sweet, unexpected gift! The orchid sits on my kitchen counter… a daily reminder of these two lovely people.
Another time a “Gift from the Heart” was received totally unexpected was when my former kindergarten student – from 1962 – came to visit us. Ty (he was so adorable, I named my son – born in 1965, after him) came to Montana from California with his wife, Roxanne. Can you imagine the joy that brought us?
I can’t think of a gift more precious than a visit from a former student! The gift of your presence, your time… So heartfelt!
Have you revisited a teacher who impacted your life? You should try it. Believe me, it is indescribably wonderful!!
Have you been given a gift from the heart? One that was totally unexpected?
Or have you given one to somebody “just because”??
Tell me about it!
See you tomorrow.
When you think back to days
Long gone, in their haze
Do you think of all the ways
Your life impacted others somehow?
Do you look into the faces
And see the hopeful traces
Of love and learning in the spaces
Between the distant then and now?
Some of those sweet smiles
Transcend the time and miles-
They “friend” their teacher while
She clicks the happy “Allow.”
Today I reach out in love
With Facebook’s help and God above
Smiling down like a cooing dove
Singing “I’ll love you forever!” (That’s my vow)
God bless all my former students –
What a privilege it was to walk with you
Through learning and growing –
And live to this age knowing
You remember me, too.
Just love one another… and let that lesson live on the longest…
What teachers do you remember fondly?
See you tomorrow!