Wednesday, September 2, 2015

                            Stay Summer, Stay

   September is here,
   Giving notice to all
   With cool evening breezes,
   It soon will be fall.
   I know change must come,
   Still my heart will say,
   Stay Summer, stay.

        The June rains this year
        Interfered with our fun.
        My sad little garden shows
       Need of more sun!
        Seems you just got here- 
        Please don’t go away.
        Stay Summer, stay.

   July was hurried
           And August sped past.
         I’m just now finding
     I have time at last
              To bask in your warmth,
            While tall grasses sway.
     Stay Summer, stay.

  Others are claiming
  Autumn’s their favorite. 
 With flannels and sweatshirts
 And drinking hot chocolate.
 I prefer flip flops
 And cold lemonade.
 Stay Summer, stay.

                   Cicadas, tree frogs
                   And crickets heard singing.
                   Still, breezeless evenings
                   On front porches-swinging,
                   That’s my love, Summer!
                   Share just one more day!
                   Stay Summer, stay.

Autumn, be patient. 
 Your season is nigh. 
I need more time to bid
Summer goodbye,
With its sweet fragrance 
 Of soon-winnowed hay.
Stay Summer, stay.


  I know you’ll return,
As all other seasons.
But I will miss you!
    We must find a reason
   To prolong your visit-
I still want to play!
Stay Summer, stay

©Janet C. Davis2015

Friday, July 10, 2015


 Jeremiah 29:13  

 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 

Lately we’ve had so many rainy days, it’s difficult to remember summer has come to Ohio. The weatherman announced June had 19 days of rain in a row!

Gerbera daisy
Despite these misty days, the calendar tells us summer is here. Yesterday I went to look for it. Walking around the squishy perimeter of my back yard I found beautiful splashes of color. Bright orange lilies, deep purple balloon flowers, Shasta daisies, yarrow, all gently reminded me the season of summer is flourishing.  Humming birds bold enough to flutter by my shoulder and whisper in my ear told me of summer’s undeniable presence.  Though my visit was drawn to an abrupt halt by a fairly torrential downpour, the brief encounter with these glimpses of my favorite season brightened my mood and I was happy for the assurance of its existence.

My experience with summer reminders made me think about our relationship with our Heavenly Father.  It may be difficult to remember He exists in the midst of a world full of heartache, but His word tells us He is here. We just have to look for Him. The artwork of His creation reminds us of His existence. When I quiet my soul and listen for His voice I sense His presence. The guidance He gives me and the indescribable peace that overcomes me when I speak with Him are undeniable. These benefits, these glimpses of our supernatural, loving God are free to all who choose to believe in Him. Some will say He isn’t real-but I believe with my whole heart He is.

My prayer for you today is that if you are a follower of Christ you will continue to seek Him daily and grow in your relationship with Him. If you are not a believer, my prayer is that you will look for Him and find Him so that you can experience the joy of knowing you are His, completely forgiven, loved, and accepted.
I always suggest reading the entire passage -but here are some of my favorite verses.

Romans 1:20   
For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

 John 1:12,13
Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God_ children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

 Christmas is such a cozy time for me.   I'm enjoying having a little extra time to talk to friends and family, getting out in the crazy Christmas shopping rush, and watching some of our favorite Christmas shows while we bake cookies.  I've had some wonderful conversations with my boys the last few days, about Christmas and why we celebrate.  We've observed people around us "stressing out" over festivities, party preparations, and gift giving.  Our desire is to make sure we don't join in on that part of the season, but that we relax and appreciate what we have.  This year, my heart is filled with gratitude toward a Savior who gives my life substance beyond measure.   That is what I wish for everyone this Christmas.

 2 Corinthians 9:15
Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!

Because He came.
Because He lived, died, and rose again. 
Because He forgives completely.
Because He loves us intensely.
Because He longs for us to love Him. 
Because He promises never to leave us.
Because He gives us this incredible life.
©2014Janet Carol Davis

Click on the link below for a couple Christmas songs and a Merry Christmas wish from me!

Sunday, December 14, 2014


Psalm 37:3,4
Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

The last few months of my life, I've experienced some wonderful surprises.  I've entered the public speaking arena again and as nervous as I was to get started, the big surprise is that I absolutely love it!  There have been lots of smaller "surprises" too, like being able to start an Etsy shop, and having the privilege of being able to make bracelets to raise funds for a family who needs help with medical expenses.  Perhaps the biggest surprise for me is that I was never- I mean never- going back to school.  But as of January 5th, 2015, I will be a full time student!  God is amazing, and I am learning He can be full of surprises!

All these surprises started as ideas that stemmed from desires within my heart.  Looking back, it seems it is God that gave me those desires, and helped me pursue them.  I wonder how many surprises I've missed out on because fear kept me from following through with a desire or dream.  The tendency for humans, I believe, is to play it safe. We tell ourselves "It just doesn't seem feasible".  But God doesn't intend for us to stay in our safe little circles.  He desires for us to live abundantly, and I am learning that means trying new things and taking risks.

The faint desire you have to attempt something new, to look into a different career, or try your hand at some unfamiliar art form may actually be a calling from your Heavenly Father to be the person He created you to be.  He desires for us to have a life that is overflowing with joy, peace, and satisfaction. Consider then, the desire may be from God.  Let that desire fuel your willingness to work on your dreams.  Pray about it, commit it to God, and let Him help you find your way.  You may be surprised at what He has in store for you.

©2014 Janet Davis

Monday, August 25, 2014

Gone Fishin’

When my friend recently suggested we go fishing, I jumped at the opportunity.  With our first experience, we didn’t catch many, but it felt good to cast my line.  Being near the water and hearing it lap up on the rocks was refreshing.  The next few attempts were more successful:  crappie, catfish, bluegill, perch, and a bass here and there!  To add to the satisfaction of the sport, I decided to learn how to fillet pan fish.  As a result we have enjoyed several tasty meals of crappie and blue gill!
What my friend and I didn’t realize, however, was I would become slightly obsessed with the pastime.   It’s true- I’m “hooked” on fishing.  (Pun intended!) My car automatically turns in at a reservoir or lake, just to see if there are any good fishing spots.  My pole, and most probably some wax worms, are always in my back seat, along with my tackle box. When I cross a bridge I think about all the crappie and bluegill hanging out in the sheltered water below.  Even the search history on my computer will reveal video after video about reels, cleaning fish, best bait to use, etc.

So I asked myself today, while fishing and catching some nice fat bluegill, “Why do I like this so much?”
The answer was multifaceted.  Fishing takes me back to a safe, happy time in my life: Memories of summertime weekends spent with my cousins at my grandparent's lake cottage, waking in the morning there to sounds of the water outside my window and the smell of Grandma’s cooking all come to mind in a swirl of joy that stirs me in a way I can’t sufficiently describe.  I only know it is wonderful.
Somehow recalling the security of my childhood gives me a sense of being anchored, so when I fish, I am often overwhelmed with gratitude. 
An abundance of blue gill at Griggs Reservoir!
The quietness of fishing gives me a chance to express that gratitude to God.  We have a lot of talks, God and I, while I’m fishing.  The beauty of the water, the company of the ducks passing by, and the sound-the beautiful sweet sound of water against the shore all whisper God’s presence to me. 
Fishing gives me a reprieve from the many unknowns in my present life.  “Not knowing” is not scary for me, mind you.  He has shown me time and time again in my life that I can trust Him.  However, getting away from my work, really away, beside a quiet stream or along side a lake allows me to maintain that assurance by taking time to breath deeply and focus on Him. 
I'm grateful my friend re-introduced me to fishing.  It's a vacation I can take any day I want, even if just for a few hours.  No fancy hotel, no big screen TV, no room service- just me, my God, a quiet spot by the water, and my fishin' pole.  Perfection!                                   ©2014jcd
 Psalm 23: 2-3a  
"He makes me to lie down in green pastures;  He leads me beside the still waters.  He restores my soul.

One of the many beautiful views at Griggs Reservoir

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Friday, August 15, 2014

Home Made Herbicide

It was bound to happen, since I haven’t used commercial weed killers in my back yard for several years.  I’ve never minded clover and the occasional dandelion, but during the past two weeks, my back yard has been taken over with a plethora of uninvited plants: thistles, quack grass, spurge, chickweed, etc.  It seems the weeds have spread the word that my back yard is the place to come and thrive, safe and non-threatened.
One of the offending thistles.
Honestly, if I were in the country, I wouldn’t mind most of these more aggressive plants. With the appearance of thistles by the pool steps, however, (ouch!) and the re-emergence of a most unwelcome poison ivy vine next to my kitchen window, I decided to search for a remedy that would end the silent takeover that has been slowly spreading throughout the summer.
A friend of mine gave me a safe and simple weed-killing
 recipe to try on my worst offenders.
Two days ago I mixed the inexpensive ingredients together and walked around my entire back yard, spraying the solution on thistles, crab grass, dandelions, and the poison ivy vine.  It was nice to know that what I was applying wasn’t toxic to wildlife, though I noted that my back yard smelled like a salad for about a day.
One day later, every plant I sprayed was showing signs of dying. 
2 days after with the homemade herbicide

Two days after application, (today)
 they look even worse and the thistles,
which I have been fighting all summer, look
completely dead.  Even the poison ivy is shriveled up!
 I am curious to see if re-growth occurs but so far I am really
 happy with the results, so thought I would share the recipe  
 with my readers!
 Here it is!

 Home made, safe weed killer.

1 gallon vinegar
2 cups salt (I used Epsom’s)
¼ cup liquid soap  (I used dishwashing liquid)

Mix it all together, put it in a sprayer, and apply to any unwanted plants-over leaves and down at the root.
Spray directly on the soil where you want no growth.  For me this was the area around my pool, and the sitting area in my back garden.

Hope it works as well for you as it did for me!

Thursday, July 31, 2014


Today after breakfast, an impromptu road trip with a friend of mine led me to a peaceful old cemetery by the road.  It was beautiful there.  We walked through the rows of old tombstones, some of which were so weather worn they were no longer legible.  Many of the ones we could read dated back to the early 1800's.

There was, at the front of the cemetery,
a row of cedar trees.
A twig laden with the beautiful
evergreen leaves hung down low,
and I pinched it to breath in
the heavy cedar scent.
It was lovely.
Catharine's tombstone behind the cedar tree
Hiding behind one of the massive cedar trees was a tombstone that held some significance for me.
A passerby might not even see it because the tree trunk hid it almost completely, but I knew it was somewhere there, among the cedars.
Then I found it.
It was the tombstone of my great, great, great, great grandmother,  Catharine Richardson.  Apparently the large cedar, which grew in front of her grave, had protected her stone from the weathering others nearby had suffered.  The inscription was still easy to read, and there were even traces of a pretty fern like engraving that wrapped around the words.

Something about seeing the gravesite in person stirred my heart and caused my voice to quiver unexpectedly when I called out to my friend to say, "Here it is!"
The marker stood alone, and told only of her name, her husband, the date of her death, and that she was 47 years of age when she died.  My mind swirled with questions:  What was life like for her?  What hardships did she endure? What were her fears?  Did she ever laugh?  Did her eyes twinkle?  Had a family resemblance been passed down through the generations?   What horrible thing had taken her at only 47 years old?
Sitting by her grave, I sorted through a rush of thoughts.  
My life, my wonderful childhood, my present day family,
all the joys brought to me by my own children, would not have happened if not for Catharine!

Close-up of the fern-like engraving on the tombstone.

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I wished I could thank her and tell her how much I appreciated her part in my family history.  Instead, more than 170 years after her death, overwhelming gratitude compelled me to keep company for a while with her silent tribute there-behind the cedar tree.
It was the least I could do.

©2014janet carol davis