About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
You got me with this one, girlfriend! I was looking at your list liking ALL those options! Oh dear! 😦
Treasures in every decade! Look forward with joy. 😀
Oh, Calen, I gave you a wrong answer. I thought we were on “In The Hands of The Potter.” Now about things that make life worth living. Lots of stuff going on if we just had the money (and health) for doing them. We can stay busy with the ones that are available to us! 😀
That was a great twist, Oneta!! I loved how you wove God’s true intention for us into your post, just like a strong woolen rug!
You are so poetic. Love reading you. Thanks for your lovely words. I like solid content with which to weave my rugs. 😀
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Thank you. God’s true intention indeed. The story of Solomon reminds us all how fruitless the search without God. Ecclesiastes 3:1 To everything there is a season. A time for every purpose under heaven. Let’s make the most of every day. It is a Gift!. Blessings!
Thanks, Faye. It will be nice to meet you some day. Safe to say it will not be here on earth, but in the eternal. Won’t that be joy?