Month: November 2016

Your three words, my little story: Mark’s words

/ Jim McDonald / Leave a comment

Your three words, my little story
Mark’s words: patients, powerful & safe

 

Note: please google the word patients, before you tell me I used it wrong. Thanks

 

Mark’s PATIENTS was wearing thin, but he wasn’t giving up. He told her over and over again, “I’ll drive, I promise you’ll be SAFE and he’ll love you. How can he not, you’re his mom.” She wouldn’t listen though, because she was so afraid, and she felt he would hate her not love her.

Two days ago she found out he lived in a small town called Sloan. A good days ride, but most of it would be a harmless ride in the country. The closest bus stop was at Wilson, so car it was.

She rides only in big POWERFUL buses or trains. Her main transportation around town is her bicycle, she feels safest on two or six wheels, anything but four.

Mark said’ “I won’t leave your side for a moment.”

With tears in her eyes she replied, “But I’m afraid! And also what if he doesn’t want to see me.”

“I know, but this is something you should, no you have to do. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

“Ok, maybe Saturday morning. Can you set it up for me?”

“Sure.”

~~~~~

Seven years ago her husband was driving, after she went into labor and he died instantly on impact. Three weeks later she awoke from a coma to find out she safely had her baby boy.

She then put her son up for adoption and hasn’t rode in a car since. She lives in fear and shame everyday.

Jim’s poetry: God’s Piece of Paper

/ Jim McDonald / 2 Comments

Jim’s poetry: God’s Piece of Paper

 

20151022_171713_hdr

At the “Port”, Port Tobacco Marina

 

found a sheet of paper
blank with not a mark
a white sheet of paper
pencil added some dark
yellow, red and orange
the Son’s now in It’s sky
watching over the space
then He added a butterfly
separates water and grass
is a little piece of land
it’s not dark it’s not light
because that color’s tan
the grass is bright green
the water invitingly blue
the hill holds some trees
that adds a beautiful hue
the white sheet of paper
the colors gave it life
paints a peaceful picture
with not a line of strife

 

by Jim McDonald

101_0058-comp

Somewhere over the Carolina’s

Your three words, my little story: Tricia’s words

/ Jim McDonald / 6 Comments

Your three words, my little story
Tricia’s words: toenail, bark & lemon

 

20161007_155612_hdr

My friend and our poet Gwyn Dooley. I am reposting this photo, because I think it fits this post.

 

Jim doesn’t like to clip his nails in the house and it doesn’t matter if it’s a fingernail or a TOENAIL. So he goes to the back porch and lets them fly.

 

His good friend Bandit watches his every move, but especially when he clips his nails. If they just drop at Jim’s feet, Bandit watches it then pays it no mind. Sometimes his nails can fly five or six feet; when that happens, Bandit chases it, smells it then she’ll BARK at it. Jim laughs at that, so now he tries to pop them for distance.

 

2006-5

Jamie, Bandit and Billy in 2006

 

One day Jim was preparing to grill some burgers, so Bandit followed the plate of food outside and sat down about ten feet away. He doesn’t like it, when Bandit appears to be begging while at the cooking or eating area. So he motions with his head to shoo her away and she leaves.

 

i-aint-going-out-there

Bandit at fourteen. She’s wondering how bad she has to go. 😃

 

When Bandit was a pup though, she wouldn’t go away so easily, sometimes not at all. One day when Jim was frying some Tilapia, he put the olive oil in the pan, threw the fish in, spiced it up and squirted some LEMON juice on it. Bandit was begging at the smell of the food, so as he nodded her away he squirted her face with the juice. All Jim has to do now is nod his head to the left or right and Bandit leaves. It’s funny, but poor Bandit.

 

bandit-in-the-snow-3-2-09-14

She found out she likes the snow

 

Guest blog: His Glory by Gwyn Dooley

/ Jim McDonald / 5 Comments

 

 

 

HIS GLORY

 

lake-1

Any place USA. God is good.

I’ve never seen the Face of God
Or looked into His Eyes
Or met His tender, loving gaze
So gentle and so wise
But I know His Glory’s matchless
And there’s none that can compare
To the beauty of His goodness
And His mercy, sweet and fair
For I feel the comfort of His Arms
Surrounding me each day
And I hear Him calling out to me
In the stillness when I pray
And when I close my eyes in sleep
I feel His calm delight
And know that I am precious
In His blessed Holy Sight!
                               by: Gwyn Dooley
fb_img_1463896029300-1

Your three words, my little story: Derrick’s words

/ Jim McDonald / 2 Comments

Your three words, my little story
Derrick’s words: pony, breakfast & beer

 

scrambled-eggs-bacon

Gravy, biscuits, bacon and eggs.

 

BREAKFAST always comes early on a farm and Derrick’s homestead is no different. After his usual gravy over biscuits, bacon and few eggs, he’s ready to take care of the ranch.

 

ptg01416892

This cow is full of milk.

 

First he milks the cows, then feeds the chickens and ponies after that he slops the pigs. Two hours later his wife brings him a bottle of water while he catches his breath on a bale of hay. On her way back to the house she feeds the chickens and gathers the eggs.

 

chicken farm

A flock of chickens and a few roosters.

 

Last year his wife named the ranch’s new addition Princess, when Derrick had a beautiful Newfoundland PONY delivered from Canada. It’s a rare breed to begin with, but Princess was even more so because she’s white. Next week she will be entered in her first ever pony show.

canada

Canada

 

~~~~~

On Sundays, Wednesday & Fridays he lavishes his wife with what has become their very special treat. If you add a little root BEER to a full glass of ice cream it makes for a real nice refreshment. Most nights one glass is not enough.

soda-float

Root beer floats.