Good morning. It is Thursday. I always liked that word, Thursday. As I sat here at the computer I Goolged it to see where the meaning come from. This is what I came up with.
The word "Thursday" has occurred in various forms in the past in English, some of them apparently originating in Old English and some in Old Norse.
The meaning is "Thor's day". Thor was the mightiest of the gods in Scandinavian mythology. He was the god of thunder. So this is Thors's day. I am in hopes it goes well for us all. In other words I hope we have a thunderous good day. No pun intended.
I sat outside quite abit yesterday. Rocking in my beloved rocker or swinging in my swing. The Emperor was doing plumbing work. When he works on the car or the house it pays me to stay as far from the scene as I can. He does not like to take directions when he is driving. Or have me ask him if he needs something while he is knee deep in a mess. Now in all fairness to the Emperor, I think it is probably a guy thing. Not some trait he process's alone.
Anyway I enjoyed the beautiful day outside, my trees, the birds and squirrels. As I sat looking at the trees I knew one thing for certain. My trees did not come to be by Evolution. Oh they grew from a seed, but they did not involve over ten thousands years ago from a speck of dust. I cannot sit and enjoy nature without realizing a force far greater than Evolution brought all this beauty into play. The mighty force is called God.
Everything about nature cries out there is a greater power than time that brought it all about. Even down to the animal Mothers that have a natural protective instinct about them. Everything revolves around a plan, a cycle. You notice I said revolves, not evolves. In the winter the trees stand bare, dark and almost as if they are dead. Then spring comes, color seems to even come back into the bark and the buds come on to the tree. Then the leaves burst forth, flowers bloom. Summer is upon us quickly with its heat and sunshine. Then Fall when the leaves began to change color and fall from the tree. The trees once again stand bare and vulnerable in the winter cold. A marvelous cycle, a plan.
I love the seasons. I love Fall best of all, but they are all awesome and perfect. And created by a loving hand. When you doubt a great creator go out into the outdoors. Walk by a River, stand under a tree, look at a rose bush. And you will feel the tenderness and beauty that went into the creation. Nature alone can cause me to believe.
My Mother told a story of her sister Mary. They were teaching Evolution in her class at school and the teacher told them they had evolved from Apes. Aunt Mary told the teacher her Ancestors may have swing by their tales but hers hadn't. Maybe Aunt Mary is where I got my smart mouth, you think?
It appears I am in one of my moods, doesn't it? Standing up here on my soap box, talking about creation. But I do not believe in Evolution. I believe in a master plain. One that created the Universe and lovingly guides our life's. Directed by God. I will pick up my box, after I crawl off of it, pick it up and leave Blogland. So for now, I'm outta here.
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