Petals on the Floor

   Flower arrangements, brought by a friend, arranged in a vase with water and food, are a joy to behold. They bloom and brighten up a room with their colors.

   But, alas, they begin to lose their once bright, but now faded, colored petals.

   Petals fall to the floor, and soon the arrangement has to be thrown out.

   That is the way with the plans for our lives also. They work for a time, they bloom, and then time marches on, and they end up being much different.

   A person gets his house all in order for what he wants to do, even feels like it is a good thing to spend his time on, and then...

   His hours are taken up with other things. There is not time to think and write.

   Not that it is all bad, just not the planned for outcome, but necessity does call and needs to be answered.

   So, this is not a call for "Oh, poor me", no it is an explanation of the dearth of posts on this blog, and a harbinger for the future of writing for awhile.

   My postings will probably continue to be spasmodic, but don't give up on me.

   There are photos to be posted, kids to talk about, new places to write up, Bible verses to relate to, and all sorts of other ideas to fill a page or two now and then.

   Just when is the question...

   From Ecclesiastes 3:

   "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:"