Christianity, Depression, God, God's Goodness, humour, Life and death, The Black Dogs, The Logos

The Day of A Small Full-of-Meaning Sign

And they were all of one accord, all who dwelt Up On the Land of MullinPonder, as they raised their huge fists to The Skies and shouted mightily to No One in Particular,

“Depression really really, really SUCKS”.

So ~ after a certain number of Blackest of Ebony Black Dog Days, the MullinPonderites, who were searching with all their hearts, with all their minds, and all their souls, became filled with no small amount of amazement and thankfulness; because …..ūü§Ē…

(Listen up here … coz this new paragraph is a MullinPonder ‘selah’.¬† A word found many times between verses in the Book of Psalms. It evidently means …… wait for it …. bit more …. a pause”!¬†¬†I know. I also feel quite knowledgeable at this moment) But, we digress …

So.  Selah.

In the Meantime, (and recently time had been particularly mean to those folks of M’nPonder land), No One in Particular had been, and always was and is, continually watching over the MullinPonderites ~ just as a shepherd keeps a watch upon all of his sheep. He knew this little flock could greatly use some small sign to assure their hearts that there was indeed some purpose and meaning to This Life of Pointless Suffering, where all memories of hope and joy no longer seem to exist. His heart spilled to overflowing with an aching love for all humankind, whom He had suffered and died for way back around the year of 0033 A.D. The MullinPonderites loved their Saviour Shepherd with true hearts, and desired to serve Him in His Kingdom Like No Other Kingdom, whilst they were alive on Planet Earth. He was The One True God after-all. (Cuh!) He was The Logos. The Great I AM.

So without further ado, Great God of Wonders Who Does Not EVER Change ~ unlike those poor folks of the MullinPonderite Clan, whose constant winds of changing emotions sorely tried them ~ He, the Alpha and the Omega, (if you don’t know the meaning of Alpha and Omega? ~ well shame on you, and look it up. Or Google it)(honestly!) …… as we were saying, the Alpha and Omega straightway gave the M’nPonder Clan Thee Sign, and said, “Behold ~ look and see ~ this is your own Sign of Hope. Remember it for evermore, just as Mr. & Mrs. Noah + their descendants were instructed way, way back in The Days of Yore, (like ….hmmm…ūü§Ē…Genesis?); when they witnessed the great colourful bow in the sky. It was always to be seen by the Noah Clan as a sign of God’s Promises. A sign of Hope. A sign of Life. A sign of colourful Light, encompassing all that is Love.”

So it was, that just like back in the days after The Great Flood, God gifted those poor old MullinPonderers a sign; a small, full-of-meaning scene, where death has no power because of the all-encompassing Light of the Love of God.

In case you’ve forgotten what the wee sign was, here’s another picture of it.

On that Day the people of MullinPonder said a couple of hallelujahs ~ with no selahs.

Jesus Christ

Hurry, Lord.

Thank you Katie Butler, for putting the right words to thoughts that many of us are having during this time in history.
Those of us who have chosen to believe, are gifted with Great Faith, Hope and Love, found only in The Person of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Worthy is His Name.

Oceans Rise

The Clouds, Blue Sky, Nature, Storm

First Harvey floods Houston. Then Irma grinds her way through the Caribbean, reducing a chain of island paradises to rubble.

Afterward, Maria pitches Puerto Rico into darkness. Now, New Orleans braces itself as Nate barrels toward the Gulf Coast.

Earthquakes shatter Mexico, compelling frantic parents to search for their children under rubble. In Bali, residents flee their homes as the earth grumbles and smokes, gathering her fury before an eruption.

Corruption in Venezuela starves families. Somalians scour scorched earth for water. Londoners reel as terrorists and civilians wield vehicles as weapons. A man rains bullets upon hundreds of unsuspecting concert goers for no apparent reason. A dictator who boasts of his own divinity threatens nations with nuclear decimation. . . with Tweets fueling his rage.

Among the more optimistic headlines, we read tributes to the man who glamorized pornography, and celebrations of our progress in tampering with genes. . …

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It’s Exhausting

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Mullin Ponder had no idea what they were in for. Not a clue.

When we* entered into the wonderful creative business world of mull and pondering, we were not aware of the amount of energy that it takes to run this business.

To be perfectly honest, it’s….well…..it’s exhausting.

So exhausting that we seem to only have the energy to blog about it, oh let’s say, once a year? (that is a rhetorical question mark BTW) (and please don’t ask us to explain BTW…seriously?…no, I mean- SERIOUSLY)

However, we are aware that, with no small amount of humbleness, our gift in the art of mull and pondering supersedes that of any other Wanna Bees in this creative field.  And because we are still telling the whole truth and nothing but, we knew it would have been very selfish, in fact almost sin-like, not to share this talent with the rest of The Universe. In actual fact, not spreading our kind of wisdom far and wide would border on the sociopathic tendencies. (Very scary)

Without further ado, we will lay down some facts about M&P-ing for our faithful follower(s).  Before committing to this art form please be aware of the following

  • The art of Mull and Pondering is not for woosies. Again we declare –
  • NOT for woosies
  • It is totally a voluntary thingy, so –
  • No pay, salary etc.
  • No vacations
  • It’s 365 days a year. Or – worse – 366 days every leap year
  • 2016 was a leap year.

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I* rest my case.

(*just a reminder that “I” and “we” mean the same thing in the land of Mullin Ponder

Please note our next blog is going to be amazing and full of The Awestruck Gazer’s photographs….if we can figure out how to upload pics…..aaarrggh. ¬†(WordPress, why is it so difficult to do stuff on this site? like adding a photie to the blog?? ¬† Aaargh again. ¬†Or maybe it’s because we are still in a state of exhausted brain syndrome – which will now and forever more be referred to as EBS – because we have a deep desire to be politically correct. And ALL Political Correctness’s are INITIALIZED). ¬†Here endeth the lesson.

 

 

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Excuses, Excuses….

Och.

Poor wee blog.

Left all alone for so long.

Reminds me of that famous poem – penned so many lifetimes ago.

(WARNING and apologies. The * word offends today, but in its defense I’m fairly certain it was invented as a slang word for all the lazy British people who found the word ‘cigarette’  way to cumbersome and  long to say.)

“Oh little *fag-end small and round,

Lying there upon the ground,

whose great mouth you once adorned,

but now you look so lost and forlorn.

Oh little *fag-end do not fret,

There is still a draw left in you yet.

So little blog do not fret

You have not been forgotten yet.

Just kind of put to the side – for a wee while – but your Mommy will be back really soon. See, the thing is – it’s Summer where you live, and she is super-duper occupied with the Business of Mulling and Pondering.  So when she returns there will be oh so much to blog about.  Believe me little blog – you will be one happy camper!

The other very legitimate reason you have been a bit neglected is because of that magnet on the fridge. Remember? The one that states quite clearly –

“God made rainy days so that gardeners will get the housework done and write a blog or two”.

And this has been the driest Summer since the offspring were in diapers.  Which was 20-30 years ago.  It’s true. Honest.  Re the lack of rain and offspring diaper wearing days.

So you know who is in charge of the weather.  I have to say though I’m a little hesitant about playing the blame game in this instance….because….because…..well YOU KNOW WHO controls the weather!  So we shall not be tangoing with this subject anymore.

In the meantime here are a few photies of Summertime when the livin’ is easy. The fish are also jumping and the cotton is oh so high.

No worries.

We shall return.

In the meantime I hope our Faithful Few Follower(s) are having a great summer.

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The *Dastardly Deed….

….of designing a new look for our blog.

(*….to self. Must remember to add this fabbo word ‘dastardly’ to the now famous Mullin Ponder Dictionary)

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Our Design Team at Mullin Ponder has been working night and day to produce a brand new look for this blog site.  While some folks might be content with the present look, Mullin Ponder is aware that our follower(s) have come to expect nothing less from us but The Very Best.  So we will tarry on night and day with not just the crucial mull and ponder part of this project but also the dastardly deed of actual work until it meets our usual high standards. We aim to please.

To be perfectly honest -(because my conscience is pricking me re telling The Whole Truth and Nothing But….) despite working on the new design for a few hours since our last blog, we came to a unanimous agreement at the headquarters of Mullin Ponder that our priority for the next few months will be beautifying the outdoors – often referred to as gardening. You will be relieved to know that we have not had to sue Bonus Child From Almighty God yet. ¬†Thus far, he is upholding his signed and witnessed document. ¬†(see below)

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This landscape training is going to make a very valuable addition to his CV.  Recording music studios and all famous recording artists will see the obvious connection between his degree in Audio Digital Engineering and landscaping.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. ¬†(…aaghh…my Mother just channeled me from her state of Heavenly Peace…..which she has been enjoying since January 2014! … sorry Mom…..) (I would have added ‘won’t use sarcasm again‘ but we know that would have been a massive fib)

Love you forever, Mom
Love you forever, Mom

There have been¬†so¬†many blog worthy events happening recently and I’m really chomping at the bit to relay¬†all of them right here and now on this very blog, but with no small amount of effort I will restrain myself. ¬†If I was still living in Glasgow, Scotland I may have added “hawd me back!” (hold¬†me back – for those of you whose second language may not be Glaswegian)

Believe it or not the purpose of this blog is not meant to be a cure for insomnia.   We mean to encourage the art of mulling Рnot lulling.  With that in mind the following will be a mere couple of blog worthy events that have taken place recently:

Unfortunately, our kitchen is once again resembling Hoarder Heaven. ¬†Here’s the proof.

Hoarding Kitchen

It’s way worse than it looks. ¬†There’s the feet sticking to the floor and other gruesome grossness. ¬†In all fairness there are two valid reasons for this state of affairs. ¬†One – Garden. ¬†Two –¬†Dear Spouse, King of the Dishwasher (the knives go¬†down, people!)¬†is being¬†Willie Nelson¬†this week. On The Road Again. ¬†I happened to relay to Bonus Child from God, that his father is being Willie Nelson at the moment. ¬†His response –¬†“Dad’s smoking pot and getting high?!” ¬†Really? ¬†Send a kid to some fancy college for an even fancier degree in some kind of music audio thingy and they don’t teach them the basics – as in¬†” Not only did Willie Nelson smoke weed. ¬†He also sung ‘On The Road Again’..” and other important musical facts from the past one hundred years. ¬†*Jings, Crivvens and help Ma Bob*. ¬†There. That describes my feelings upon this subject.

Here is Willie doing what Willie does best. I hope he’s made enough money now to buy himself a new guitar. ¬†D’you think he knows there’s a great big hole in it? ¬†Or is he just a plain old simple country boy enjoying his daze…(heh, heh..)¬† This is the kind of worry that keeps one awake at night. ¬†A mull and ponderer’s work is never done.

One of the most joyful happenings this week has been discovering that¬†Salisbury Greenhouse¬†has recognized that Mullin Ponder is one of their best customers. ¬†It’s quite obvious they have been scouting our property and custom-made a particular petunia to exactly match our red front door. ¬†I know! ¬†I’m also speechless. ¬†Here’s the proof…

Thank you Salisbury Greenhouse

Thank you Salisbury.  We shall be returning to your greenhouses very soon and in all likelihood way too often.

Such excitement and joyfulness found in the yard these days as we watch in daily wonder the resurrection once again of the trees, shrubs and perennials. ¬†And this is just the beginning. ¬†To quote Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty we are “Happy, happy, happy“. Well said, Phil.

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Here’s what’s going on in the great outdoors this week at Mullin Ponder Land. Perennials shouting “look at me, look at me – take a picture quick! before I make like a tree and leaf¬†“. (groan. T’would be sad if it wasn’t so punny) (sorry – can’t help myself)

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This is when time should. just. slow. down.

Kristin and I were mulling outside last week as we watched Offspring working hard at his newest trade. ¬†“I’m going to keep the yard simple this year”,¬†says I to her. ¬†Says she to me, “bwahahaha“.

….hmmm….

I’ll be away now having a wee mull and ponder over my daughter-in-law’s guffaw.

The Sherlock
The Sherlock

all * = currently under investigation by Mullin Ponder Global Research Team         

Family, God's Goodness, humour, May Snow, Mother's Day, Tree Blossoms

The Whole Truth and Nothing But….

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To be quite honest or Frank* (I’ve decided to be honest because so far we have no idea who this Frank is). ¬†What was I saying? O right. The following is a list of Whole Truths –

  • There is a change a-coming over here in Mullin Ponder land. Exciting stuff so get ready. Time. to. re-lax. So – go get that cup of coffee, tea, glass of wine, barrel of beer, chocolates – WHATEVER. ¬†Put your feet up and…. bre-e-eathe……om-mm. ¬†Now you’re ready. ¬†(Or maybe you’re away for a nap)
  • We are busy designing a new look for our blog site!¬† I know.¬†It’s a lot to take in.¬†Like the great Martin Luther King said, “I have a dream”….. Actually the whole truth is this – I have some vague ideas¬†for a new design. Okay, so there is no similarity whatsoever between my mull and ponder musings and the Reverent King’s famous speeches. ¬†We are sticking to truth, because the title of this weeks blog says we have to. Anyways, we have been mulling over this idea for quite a while now and felt confirmed when –
  • We received an email a few months ago which basically said “Your blog site looks really crap, but if you contact me I will design one that will empty your pockets of mucho dinero”. ¬†As a result, there are two reasons why we are changing the design. One, I haven’t been to Mexico recently so I have no dinero. Two, because I can. We¬†were a¬†Bit Miffed* and not¬†Quite Chuffed*¬†upon receiving¬†this cheeky blighter’s email, but truth be told, whoever you are thank you for that extra push to get this makeover done! ¬†I have to confess that I’m a wee bit emotionally attached to the present design because there is a most interesting history behind it. ¬†A whole blog could be written about it. ¬†But, I can’t be bothered.

In other news……

  • ¬†My youngest son (Bonus Child from God Almighty) was reading last week’s blog and asked “Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?” To which I replied¬†“……because…….we are many at Mullin Ponder and yes, they do all reside within my brain”. ¬†Honestly. You’d think he’d know his mother by now. ¬†He’s been with us for over twenty years now – goodness-sakes. ¬†Cuh!

Speaking of Mother’s Day – !¬†

  • ¬†Sunday was our day.¬†¬†I cannot thank ourselves enough.

I received ¬†a goodly amount of royal treatment including a delicious supper at Blair & Kristin’s. Here are the prezzies I got from¬†The Most Awesome Family in the Whole Wide World.

Flowers that match my house - of course. Kristin chose them
Flowers that match my house – of course. Kristin chose them
Magazine to encourage the sin of coveting
Magazine to encourage the sin of coveting
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This wrapper came with chocolate. Consumed in one sitting
It's a froggy cream jug! And a Thank You card from my daughter Sharon. A tear jerking moment.
It’s a froggy cream jug! and a lovely thank you card from daughter Sharon – the kind of card which comes in quite handy on those days when brain is on repeat of “I am such a bad mother”

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  • If I hadn’t posted so many fun things on Facebook last week this blog would be have been much longer. ¬†For instance I could have included this –

Hope

  • And on the ninth day, she spoke and said…please grant the people of the Great White North a sign to give them hope that the small green shoots will soon appear and bring forth the bountiful blessings of buds, blossoms, blooms and birds all over thy land”

and this –

  • ¬†“And lo! A loud cry was heard throughout the Land of the Great White North from all the people who inhabited that great land. And their cry was this: O Great and Mighty Creator of all – we ask you to send us the Sign of Hope that will bring us assurance to know that indeed the Winter has passed and that the vines will soon bloom and bring forth their fragrance. ¬†And the Lord listened to the cry of these noble folks of The Great White North, for their endurance had been sorely¬†tried over many moons with the temperature well below zero. Straightway The Sign of Hope was granted and all the people of the Great White North witnessed the Magnificent Movement of the Street Cleaners. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬†

All Hail the Street Cleaners

And much rejoicing was heard throughout the land and the people declared , “this ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† assuredly is Our Sign of Hope that indeed our Winter has passed and the time of singing has come!” ¬†The people were of one accord as they sang praises to the Good and Great Creator of All. ¬† ¬† ¬†

 

 and finally! -this-

  • SHE SPOKE! ¬†Let it be Spring…

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      AND THUS IT WAS SO!

  • But, alas…. The Inevitable May Snow Fall.
The inevitable May snow fall.  Ugh....
The inevitable May snow fall. Ugh….

And Lo! Another greater cry was heard throughout the land. The people came together as one and shouted “YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING…….

also this –

  • The only sensible way to spend a May Snow Day – as suggested by my lovely DIL*, ¬†Kristin:-

“It is a day for a Coming Together of the Minds over Coffee and Mr. Selfridge. So – get the Starbucks a-brewing at Mullin Ponder Headquarters. Yes, I’ll bring the goodies – we know there are strict no baking and no grocery shopping policies…over yonder at Mullin Ponder.” ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬†

  • ¬†I could also have posted this picture just to assure you that the above occasion did ¬†take place.
The only sensible way to spend a snowy May day.
The only sensible way to spend a snowy May day

I could also have blogged about it being my oldest son, Blair’s 34th (!!!) birthday on that very same Snow Day, the 6th May, 2015, along with this picture –

Happy 34th Birthday Blair
Happy 34th Birthday Blair

But – too late – it’s rather poor taste to post the same thing on two sites. (Note to self: either limit Facebook posts, or blog same rubbish on Mullin Ponder in a cleverly re-written fashion so that our Faithful Few Blog Follower(s) (FFBs) will not find themselves in a pondering state of “..Hmm…pretty sure I’ve read this crap before……yawn …”

One final very important truth to tell. ¬†I was worried that our already blossoming pear tree may have become quite sad due to last week’s Merry Month of May Snowfall but I am over the moon with rejoicing because here it is in all its awesome blossoming beauty! The bees are buzzing joyfully within and around the blossoms doing their thing. Before I get a¬†ton of comments¬†(so funny am I) – We do know that the correct term for bees doing their thing is pollinating.

Many blossoms normally produce many pears
Many blossoms normally produce many pears

Bountiful Blessings of Blossoming Blossoms from our Heavenly Father. (wow..what a load of ‘beezz’) (Sorry, couldn’t¬†resist…heh,heh..)

Feeling grateful for not being in a state of “O Woe Is Me” and that I didn’t have to change the name of Mullin Ponder to Mopen Pout.

S’all true. ¬†Nothing but.

Any words or sayings that has¬†*, or **, or **** means ‘currently be researched by Worldwide Global Research Team of Mullin Ponder.’