Thursday, September 18, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
A Linky Love From Eric S.
photo by lilivaniliI have recieved this Linky Love from ERIC S of Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy. Thanks Eric, and just like you, I'm very slow with memes and tags. Eric S was handed down the link love by Vixens Den who had received the award fromMommyingOnTheFly. I invite anyone who wants to take the tag. As Eric said, it could increase your technorati . According to Eric, do not replace, just keep on adding!. Add five links, and be sure to let them know.*The benefits of Viral Linking:
According to our Mountain Boy:
"It is one of the fastest ways to see your Technorati authority explode!
Increase your Google Page Rank fast
Attract a large volume of new traffic to your site
Build your community."
Make new friends!Linky Love Tag:
The Strategist NotebookLink
Laura Williams Musings
Confessions of an Everyday Housewife
Blah Blah Blog
Stop the Ride!
Soap, Blings & Girly Things
Amanda:Mama’s Musings
An Ordinary Life
The Zen of motherhood
Atomik Kitten
The Sassy Southerner
A Room of Mama’s Own
Exploring Autumn
Mommying On The Fly
The Rocky Mountain Retreat
Peace is Every Step
Life According to Lizzy
Vixen’s Den
Red Sox Mommy
The Dirty Shirt
Lala Girl Reviews
Got Multiples?
Grandmother Wren
Ruminations of a Small Town Boy
Will Think For Wine
Red Pine Mountain
San Diego Backroads
The Big Picture – A Novel
Gewgaw Writings
The Senator’s Daughter
Maggie’s Mind
Lilly’s Life
Jena Isles Mixed Bag Freebies
The Esoterical Journey
Caught in the Stream
Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff
HotMomma
The Spitting Vessel
Tasha's Take
Enjoy blog hopping. Happy blogging!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Blessed Martin And The Fridge
By: KEN ARMSTRONG
Blessed Martin De Porres was very big in our house when I was a boy.
My mother was certainly a fan but it was my granny who liked him most of all. She even subscribed to his magazine every month.
Granny was always solid in her beliefs. She had faith in lots of things but she had especially large amounts of faith in Blessed Martin.
She would send her prayers through him and offer up her setbacks to him and she always gave him credit when things went right.
As time passed, 'Blessed Martin' became 'Saint Martin' and granny became quite old.
She couldn't get out of the house like she used to but she had her little St. Martin statue on the mantelpiece and he was company enough for her (as well as Granddad, of course).
During one Sunday afternoon visit, my Mum remarked that St. Martin was absent from his perch above the fire. She asked where he had got to.
"You know," said granny, "how the wee light that comes on when you open the fridge door has stopped working."
Mum wondered what this had to do with St. Martin.
"Well," said Gran, "I just put him in there to see if he might fix it."
I went to look. Sure enough, there was St. Martin, comfortably positioned between the eggs and the milk, having a 'go' at the fridge-door light.
Many years , I still have a smile over St. Martin being in the fridge but I often feel quite envious too. Ten years before she died, Granny was badly burned in a house fire. Her injuries were so severe that it was thought unlikely that she could survive. But, as with everything else, she prayed through St. Martin and offered up her setbacks to him and, despite all her burns and her skin-grafts and her pain, she prevailed.
My Granny didn't put her little statue in the fridge because she was old or feeble or naive. She did it because she had solid unquestioning faith in what she believed.
This same faith undoubtedly went on to save her life.
So although I can smile at Granny's faith, I can envy it too. I can wish that I sometimes had a little bit of it for myself.
I can't say that I would put St. Martin in my fridge if the little light went out but I can say I look up to my Granny, who did.
And in Granny's house that day many years ago, the fridge light was all fixed and working again by the time we went home.
You might say that somebody nipped out and jiggled it when nobody was looking.
You might well be right.
I like to think Blessed Martin took a hand.
@Ken Armstrong 2008
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KEN ARMSTRONG needs no elaborate introduction as he is now a known writer in the blogging community; talk about the first Entrecard Comment Rush -Music and Driving
that earned him 170 comments!
Blessed Martin De Porres was very big in our house when I was a boy.
My mother was certainly a fan but it was my granny who liked him most of all. She even subscribed to his magazine every month.
Granny was always solid in her beliefs. She had faith in lots of things but she had especially large amounts of faith in Blessed Martin.
She would send her prayers through him and offer up her setbacks to him and she always gave him credit when things went right.
As time passed, 'Blessed Martin' became 'Saint Martin' and granny became quite old.
She couldn't get out of the house like she used to but she had her little St. Martin statue on the mantelpiece and he was company enough for her (as well as Granddad, of course).
During one Sunday afternoon visit, my Mum remarked that St. Martin was absent from his perch above the fire. She asked where he had got to.
"You know," said granny, "how the wee light that comes on when you open the fridge door has stopped working."
Mum wondered what this had to do with St. Martin.
"Well," said Gran, "I just put him in there to see if he might fix it."
I went to look. Sure enough, there was St. Martin, comfortably positioned between the eggs and the milk, having a 'go' at the fridge-door light.
Many years , I still have a smile over St. Martin being in the fridge but I often feel quite envious too. Ten years before she died, Granny was badly burned in a house fire. Her injuries were so severe that it was thought unlikely that she could survive. But, as with everything else, she prayed through St. Martin and offered up her setbacks to him and, despite all her burns and her skin-grafts and her pain, she prevailed.
My Granny didn't put her little statue in the fridge because she was old or feeble or naive. She did it because she had solid unquestioning faith in what she believed.
This same faith undoubtedly went on to save her life.
So although I can smile at Granny's faith, I can envy it too. I can wish that I sometimes had a little bit of it for myself.
I can't say that I would put St. Martin in my fridge if the little light went out but I can say I look up to my Granny, who did.
And in Granny's house that day many years ago, the fridge light was all fixed and working again by the time we went home.
You might say that somebody nipped out and jiggled it when nobody was looking.
You might well be right.
I like to think Blessed Martin took a hand.
@Ken Armstrong 2008
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KEN ARMSTRONG needs no elaborate introduction as he is now a known writer in the blogging community; talk about the first Entrecard Comment Rush -Music and Driving
that earned him 170 comments!
His style of writing would bring sunshine into a gloomy day. Witty, biting and excellently crafted, his personal stories and articles can make even the most reserved person, break into a smile.
This story was published already in Ken's blog last April, but I wanted to post it just the same as it's one inspiring story that talks about the amazing miracles that great faith can do. Incidentally, this is the second time Ken has guested in this blog. The first was when I invited him to share one of his interesting, unique short stories - entitled - Still Stupid After All These Years. Read this story if you still haven't, and know how he can make your day!
The "Inspirational Stories of Bloggers All Over the World" would not be complete without your story Ken. Thanks so much for allowing me to share this in the up-coming book.
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