Tag: Thanksgiving



As some of you know, frames with no pictures and/or words picture Hope for me.  Today I read more in 40 Days with Jesus, by Sarah Young (2010, Thomas Nelson). I thought this is beautiful; she writes, “Waiting, trusting, and hoping are intricately connected, like golden strands interwoven to form a strong chain.  Trusting is the central strand . . .” (Day 15, page 16).

I am simply grateful this Thanksgiving.  One aspect of the trials in life we all experience, in one way or another, is that we know in a deeper way how wonderful a simple day can be.

Blessings, Ellen

The frames are from http://wpclipart.com.


“Thanksgiving Complete” by Charles A. Waugaman


Father, I wish to praise You for the whole
of life. Besides these blessings obvious
and bright with benediction for the soul;
beyond intangibles that comfort us
when doubters cower under circumstance
and faithless people cast all hope on wealth;
even before the graces that advance
our comfort, pleasure, family and health,
I would give thanks for pain, displeasure, fear,
reversals that avoid the cul-de-sac
of pride, anxieties, and every tear
that draws me near through prejudice or lack
to Your forgiveness. Surely all is good
that leads me into doing what I should.

Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)

WITHIN The Circle Of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
Elin Grace Publishing
ISBN 0-9729848-1-X
2003, Author Copyright
All Rights Reserved

Charles was the Editor of Time Of Singing for many years.  Lora H. Zill is the current Editor.

The flowers are from antiqueclipart.com.

Short November Poems


Blessed be the Lord,

who daily loadeth us with benefits . . .

Psalm 68: 19a (KJV)

N  ovember
O  pens to blue skies
V  ery cold weather soon to
E  ndure, yet many
M  oments of
B  eauty to
E  xperience
R  enewal each day

* * *

November garden
fallen leaves   so much has died
a single rose blooms


years go by
leaves fall
time of rest
then rebirth
God’s time
not mine


small road . . . an old tree in a well-worn field


November Wisconsin countryside
Bare trees elegant against the sky
Colors in the landscape muted now.
October’s glory is gone
And love grows eternally.

* * *

sitting at my blog
grateful for friends
first snowflakes
gently fall
and rest on the roof

* * *

late November
sun fills a glass
for a time

* * *

R  est
E  ncourage
S  ing
T  rust God

* * *

reading old letters
reflections of Christmas lights
on the water


M  ay
E  veryone who can
R  emember and
C  onsider
Y  our children in need



These are poems from my blogs.

A few also appeared in print journals.

I wrote “November garden” years and years ago.  It was published in Pegasus, SMILE, and The Discerning Poet.

 “November Wisconsin countryside” was published in SMILE (Fall/Winter, 2008 – 2009).  This is my Thanksgiving poem.

“late November” was just published in TIME OF SINGING (Fall 2013). 

The grapes banner and photos of red and green ripe grapes in this post are courtesy of WPClipart.com.


Selections from one thousand gifts by Ann Voskamp

Ann Voskamp practices gratitude, in all things.  I read her first book long after many of you, I’m sure.  I loved her honesty and poetic way of writing prose.  Now I am reading her Selections from one thousand gifts (Zondervan 2012).

Just now I began my own list, and thought I would share some of my expressions of thanks on this blog.  I began with this one thing:

1.  raindrops on the bare branches of the birch tree

Here’s a quote by Ann from this book: “Little nails and a steady hammer can rebuild a life – eucharisteo precedes the miracle.”

Ann’s website:  http://www.onethousandgifts.com.

I’ll conclude these posts with images of beauty.  This is from antiqueclipart.com.


Short Prayer

A golden day here, with sun flowing through the leaves.

Thank you, Lord, for this beauty.  May it uplift the hearts of those who work in fields and gardens, after a hard summer of drought, who know Your seasons so well.  Amen.

The images are courtesy of Karen’s Whimsy.

1 Corinthians 2: 9 God hath prepared . . .

When I began blogging a few years ago, one of the aspects I enjoyed–and still do–is looking for images.  The frames with no pictures inspire me.  They speak to me of the future, that I cannot possibly know; a future that is in God’s good hands.

But as it is written,
eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard,
neither have entered
into the heart of man,

the things which
God hath prepared
for them that love him.

1 Corinthians 2: 9 (KJV)

The image is a free sample from Dover Publications.  From 1268 Old-Time Cuts and Ornaments. I arranged the lines of the Bible verse.