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...
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I love your poem Oneta. A great message and a great rhyme. Time indeed, sometimes we give it everything or everyone else but God, When life is so much bearable and less burdensome when He is our focus. Thanks for sharing Oneta. I hope you are well 🙂
This is wonderful.
Thank you. You are kind to leave me a comment. I love interaction. 😀
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Great poem. encouraging post. Thank you. Like CEMENT we need in these days to connect to Him. Blessings and love!
Time with him changes us in all way to the good.
Yes, no one else is more reliable than God. Nice poem, Oneta!
Thanks, Miriam. It is nice to “bask in his presence.”
It’s so true, Oneta!
Thanks.
You’re welcome, Oneta.
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Ran onto this and think it is good for another round. Anyway I need reminding. I have no time if He doesn’t give it to me.