Early this morning I had a conversation with one of my sisters in which we talked about just following Gods will each day by praying to Jesus and asking His Holy Spirit to guide while we just do our best to serve and love Him. After having the conversation I was by force of habit going to make some breakfast and usually I feed my dog hers first but she didn’t seem interested once I had put some food out for her which was unusual because she always eats immediately, but this time something felt more pressing than eating our breakfast! So I looked at her and said, walk, you want us to go for our walk first then we can come back and eat, is that it! Her ears perked up and she started mulling around in the room a bit so I said OK let me get my boots on and as I did she got all fired up and chomping at the bit in a sense. So off we went for a brisk morning walk and I decided to be sure to let her take the lead letting out some extra leash. She led us in the direction of the cove we often like to walk around and then hike on to some other sites in that area. We were coming up on a fairly busy secondary road which wasn’t as busy as it can often be but all the more unusual was that immediately there was a good break in the light approaching traffic so we hurried across the road and as we began to proceed on our walk I suddenly noticed a nice new pickup truck just about to pass us and saw that it was a neighbor who doesn’t live in town anymore and moved out of state but occasionally visits family here. We waved at each other and then my dog and I continued on in the usual direction. When we got to the next cross street my dog seemed not as typically wanting to head straight on toward the cove and then like a flash I realized the neighbor does have a dog that was in the truck, and with the direction they were heading the most likely place they would be going to is the park and how it does have paths that go along the shoreline too, so I suddenly had a feeling I should be heading to the park which was further away yet a nice long walk especially because when we got there we could walk along the trails and bike paths to another shoreline spot that I actually love. My dog was very eager and so we picked up the pace and continued on until we got to the gate into the park. As we went through the gate and walked about another 150 feet I looked to my left at a park bench and immediately something caught my eyes attention. It was a nearly triangular shaped stone almost the size of the palm of my hand. It was beautiful looking as it had been painted and had some distinct appearance right away as I noticed Biblical Scripture written on it and as nobody was around, because I really gave a good look in all directions, I decided maybe this stone was meant for me to see and pick it up for keeps. I put the stone into my jacket pocket and continued walking down the main driveway through the park waiting to pick up one of the trail entrances further along into the park. Just at the point along the way where I was about to turn to enter onto a path I saw the neighbor just getting into the truck and driving away and we had that brief moment to actually say hi and have a nice day! So my dog and I continued on to where there is also a fenced dog park area off of the path we were following that many people like to bring their dogs to let them run loose with the other dogs in the enclosure. My dog barks too much at other dogs and actually had far worse issues at the time I rescued her when she was about a year old, bad enough that she’s not even supposed to be alive, because when I found her at the animal shelter late one afternoon by a mysterious set of circumstances and I believe even directives, when she was slated to be put down first thing the next morning and when I saw her I was taken aback how beautiful and full of energy or even personality she had. Long story short here; through an act of God I know was divine intervention the very next morning I was taking her home in my Jeep to give her a life when all hope had been lost, and that was a first because the committee and Chief of Police that have to sign off on euthanizing the animals had never backtracked and cancelled an order and this dog was determined to be un-adoptable, having issues making her supposedly unsuitable! Thank God I got to her in that nick of time because she’s been so amazing and full of love, giving me a true friendship. I spoil the heck out of her and feed her the best food, basically that I actually eat; you name it as long as there’s no toxicity concern for dogs involved she eats it whether sockeye salmon, sea scallops or chicken dinner she eats like a queen, all of it along with a high grade kibble. Anyway I digress, as we continued on past the dog enclosure I rounded a corner on the fenced area and saw down in front of us on the grass a stone just about the same shape as the painted one but this one was just a blank stone.
Now the funny thing is this; I was planning on posting a short blog today because I had a feeling about the Holy Spirit telling me that there was something I was going to need to mention or write a blog about since yesterday; and today’s date being quite novel meant I really should get my butt in gear and find some time to put out a blog, no if’s and’s or but’s, so without trying something special happened here putting what to write the blog about right on my proverbial lap! My dog and I did our trail blazing and a few hours passed, then finally when we arrived home I put out some fresh cold water for her; and as I would be cooking an early afternoon dinner and needed to do some chores first, I got cranking along. Later as the dinner was just starting to cook I checked in online and saw that at the very top of my email inbox was one that arrived about a blog at exactly 2:02 PM, on this date of 02 22 2020! Now that caught my eye just as much as the Special Stone had, so I opened it and it was about a song I hadn’t heard in ages by a very poetic and at times quite spiritual soulful recording artist with much passion of soul in his music. This is the song and artist, “A Passing Ship” By Gordon Lightfoot (1986). This song and the video imagery fit to a tee many of the things I was feeling and thinking about over the last couple of days, and in a way some passing ship had arrived, during the walk by the shore! But, getting back to the Stones I had happened upon, when at home during careful examination of them I found on the back of the hand painted stone that it had a faintly painted inscription which said “Post On,” then “Salvation Stone” in the center! Of course you saw the feature photo of this stone which has the Biblical Scripture painted on it, which I’m listing here for your convenience, followed by the link to the Music Video which I’m sure you will enjoy!
Isaiah 40:8
8“The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God endures forever.
9 You who bring good news to Zion,
go up on a high mountain.
You who bring good news to Jerusalem,[a]
lift up your voice with a shout,
lift it up, do not be afraid;
say to the towns of Judah,
“Here is your God!”
10 See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power,
and he rules with a mighty arm.
See, his reward is with him,
and his recompense accompanies him.
11 He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
he gently leads those that have young.
28 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.”
Feb 22 at 2:02 PM Arrived!
A Passing Ship By Gordon Lightfoot (1986) Gordon Lightfoot
A Passing Ship – Gordon Lightfoot. Video by Bob Perkins
Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
“A Passing Ship”
A passing ship
I have found the open ocean
Give me no lip
The waves roll by as I pass on
A snulit sea
On the first day of April
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me when I’m gone
How many words
How many songs still unwritten
How many ships
Of the line have come and gone
In the good old days
May they never be forgotten
They had heavy wind
Or they had no wind at all
A passing ship
It is midnight on the ocean
Had a real long trip
I have been at sea all winter
When my ship came in
I was givin’ up the ghost
I think I should be
Leavin’ those passing ships alone
When the sea runs high
The sea runs wild and I’m unsteady
And I think of you
In the warmth of your home and family
When love is true
There is no truer occupation
And may this gale
Blow us to the ones we love

Another day
Another ocean
Give me no lip
But stand aside as I pass on
A sunlit sea
On the last day of October
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me from now on
I guess I should be
Leavin’ passing ships alone.

Later on after eating early dinner this entire spiritually inspiring course of events today brought me to remember an old tune I hadn’t heard in a while, “Straight Down the Line.” by Gerry Rafferty.
I did some praying and thanked God in the name of Jesus Christ for being with us and guiding us; thanking Him for every precious moment. Then I went into my music archive and selected that old tune and my dog went to sleep having a nice nap, as I kicked back and took in the song remembering some special times! I left it on loop for a good hour!
God Bless.
Lawrence Morra

Photo of the Burra Homestead. Dave And Deb


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So I turned to go back into the house to get some duct tape to cover over that window area until I could buy a piece of glass at the hardware and repair it. I no sooner got out there again and began taking long lengths of tape, applying them like a sort of bandage over the opening when my foot almost stepped on the dead bird but in the nick of time I felt my foot that very split second coming down on something other than the flat concrete floor when simultaneously there was a sudden flurry of wings flapping and the thought to be dead bird was trying to flee from my foot and got over to the other side of the garage! I walked over to the dove and promptly spoke gently to it and scooped it up in my hands, and to my amazement the bird was alive and showed no signs of any major feathers missing but just some of its smaller downy ones had gotten torn away and surprisingly there were no bloody wounds either! More amazing its neck had not broken or one of its wings which should have snapped like a twig in the impact. Its eyes blinked as I spoke softly to it and said you hang on now you poor little baby, I’m going to bring you in the house and give you a place to rest and recuperate until tomorrow! I had rescued a pigeon in the area last year so I had bought a large Tupperware storage container and made air vent holes in it which was actually stored away in the garage, so I went over to the shelf and grabbed it with one hand while I kept the bird with my other hand close to my chest and started to head into the house. Once inside where it was well lit I could see the bird looked totally intact and so I placed some newspaper in the container for catching its droppings. I put the bird in closing the lid and setting the temporary home in a quiet area of the house.
This morning after a quiet rest all night I checked in on our little fine feathered friend and it was completely alert and a bit feisty, so I gave it a tray with water and another with bird seeds that I keep around to feed the many birds that come to visit each day as long as I’m able to do it. All day the bird was calm in its protective little house I provided and I had checked in a few times again noticing how the dove was walking a little and ate some seed. The condition of the bird was amazing to say the least and it did seem to be fully functional as it occasionally was flapping its wings! So as the afternoon progressed and the daylight was fading fast I decided to chance a trial with the dove to see if it was in a big hurry to get back to its normal life, so we headed outside. I placed our fine feathered friend down on the ground and it hesitated a few seconds but then started flapping its wings again as it did earlier in its temporary home. This time it got airborne and flew about thirty feet down range but only a couple of feet off the ground, so it just didn’t have the power or strength to fly high into the sky at this point and the risk paid off because now we know the dove can fly but will need some serious recuperation and time to overcome its most likely sore and bruised body or muscles; but the prognosis is good.



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