Please, let’s join together in prayer for Heather, daughter of our dear friend, Thewhiterabbit. Heather, 55, has come down with liver cancer. Her father, our friend David,. is with her now.
Please, Lord, bless and defend this family, your servants. Protect and heal them by the power of Jesus’ name: Amen.
Please pray for our friend and brother, Elder Mike, whose brother has just suffered a stroke. Mike lives in the Philippines; I don’t know how far he is from his brother.
O Lord our God, please hear our prayer! Please bless and comfort your servant, Mike, and protect and heal his brother, who needs you now.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Unknowable sent us this video of a man who adopted a baby mouse, and I had to share it with you.
Mice are wonderful pets. I had a mouse named Mommy once. She used to groom my mustache and beard. She had nine babies, and surprised me by dividing them into three groups of three, in three nests, so she could keep track of who’d been fed and groomed and who hadn’t.
I’ve had many pet mice, and they were all as good as gold. Thanks, Mark!
G’day, boys ‘n’ gulls! Byron the Quokka here, letting you know this blog remains in operation even with the blogger needing some help to fog a mirror.
Don’t worry! We’re going to plant the old crock outside with a cigar and hope and pray for the best. No chemotherapy this week (he should feel better already),
Meanwhile, it’s my job to see that your comments get published Don’t be afraid to make jokes! We could use some.
No one’s been with this blog longer than Erlene, and she needs our prayers today: “Extreme migraine headache,” she tells us.
Please join me in prayer:
Dear Lord our God, in Jesus’ name and by the power of Jesus’ name, please, Lord, be swift to aid your servant, Erlene Talbott–restore her health and take away her pain. We love her, and we need her in our fellowship. In Jesus’ name, Amen!
Is it too late in the day to start a cyber-Christmas party? You’re all invited. Bring whatever snacks and games you like. I’m waking up now, and I’d love to get up a game of Monopoly. Or clue. Or both at the same time!
I know, I know–we’re all very busy lately. But the year is drawing to a close, and I think we ought to set aside some time to appreciate each other. What would we do without family and friends?
Home-made peanut butter cookies, anyone?
Here at Quokka University, Joshua Swanson’s birthday is a very big deal! We’ve named a table for him; today we’ll gather around it and munch on tasty leaves and twigs.
Byron the Quokka here–and please join us in extending what can only be called felicitations to Joshua on his birthday. And yeah, mate, I know that sentence is a bit longer than it had to be… but this is, after all, a bloomin’ college!
P.S.–He’s 22. Some of us would be afraid to be 22 again.
We have to get all this Christmas stuff done, places to go, etc.–and the phone rings and it’s my stepdaughter. They had to euthanize one of their dogs last night. Not nice news. The poor dog was rapidly losing the ability to live with others: every little noise triggered her to attack the other dog. Fighting all the time, and fighting dirty, too. And Georgia had to deal with it all on a broken foot.
Stuff I have to write–but when? And the forecast is that beaucoup horrible weather will descend on us by Thursday. Oh, spiffy. Is our living room ready for a Christmas tree? That’s desperate sardonic laughter in the background.
Well, let’s start by going to the pharmacy to pick up Patty’s medications. And please don’t forget to pray for our friend and brother Mike, who needs to recover from less than perfect surgery. Please, Father–heal him. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
My wife chanced to discover this last night, and we both agreed it was one of the most beautiful pieces of music that we’d ever heard–the Welsh melody, “Hyfrydol,” played on a mountain dulcimer. Wonderful! Brought us close to tears. I just had to share it with you.
I used to know someone whose father made dulcimers. They lived in West Virginia.
Many hymns have adopted “Hyfrydol” as their setting, including some whose lyrics were written long before the melody was composed by Rowland Pritchard in the 19th century. If it seems familiar to you… well, you’ve probably heard it or sung it in church.
Patty, my wife, wants to thank you all for posting birthday greetings here yesterday. It pumped her up to throw caution to the winds and acquire a birthday cake (she hardly ever does that). And she has a nice box of assorted chocolate truffles to go with it.
The exigencies of the election sort of tamped down our celebratory mood last night. There’s a lesson to be learned from that: live life and don’t let the Heathen spoil it. I hope we’ll get a chance to profit by it, come Christmas.
[Meanwhile we have a comment contest going and only one or two comments so far today. I hope that shabby election hasn’t demoralized our readership.]