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Happy Easter!

He is Risen!!

For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man; That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.

Ephesians 3:14-21

He loves you.

 

 

 


 

Hello Friends, welcome to the chilly, drippy days of spring on the farm.

Spring is so new and hopeful that even on gray days, I can’t help but smile as I watch the changes coming on.

 


 

I cut some early forsythia branches a couple weeks ago to bloom on our table.  You can see out the window here that the snow was yet on the ground then.

 


 

This picture was taken today, a bouquet of unusually thin pussy willows, and a store-bought bouquet of yellow tulips from a sweet friend,  the African violets are blooming as well.

 


 

I’m sorry these tulips look a bit spent, but their cheery color still brings me a smile.

 


 

I know its chilly out, Penny, but let’s go about exploring on this rainy spring day.

C’mon, it’ll be fun!

She looks a bit shy about leaving the porch here, doesn’t she?

 


 

Here we go!

The purple crocuses aren’t open today, but they still show their pretty blue shafts.

 


 

The daffodils are poking their way up through the aged elm leaves under which they have been hiding all winter long.

 

 

Water, water everywhere makes for some squishy, squashy, sloppy walking.

But how pretty are the patterns the raindrops make in this puddle.

 


 

We invited some rainy-day toy-friends to come out and play in the puddles with us.

 


 

The snowdrops aren’t open today, but here is how they looked last week in the soft sunshine.

 


 

And the crocuses bursting with blue happiness.

 


 

I am reading a book I love, Hannah Hurnard’s “Hinds’ Feet on High Places”. 

 


 

Here is a special quote from page 58,

  “They came to a place where a rushing stream poured itself across the path they were following and went cascading down the other side.  It was running so swiftly and singing so loudly that it seemed to fill the valley around them with its laughing voice.

  As the Shepherd lifted Much-Afraid across the slippery, wet stones she said to him, “I do wish I knew what it is that all running water sings.

Sometimes in the silence of the night I lie in bed and listen to the voice of the little stream which runs past our cottage garden.  It sounds so happy and so eager, and as though it were repeating to itself over and over again some very lovely, secret message.  I think all running water seems to be singing the same song, either loud and clear, or soft and low.  I do wish I knew  what the waters were saying.  It is quite different from the voice of the sea and of salt waters, but I never can understand it.  It is an unknown tongue.  Tell me, Shepherd, do you know what all the waters sing as they hurry on their way?”

The Shepherd smiled again, and they stood silently for a few moments by the little torrent, which seemed to shout even more loudly and exultantly as though it knew  they had paused to listen.  Suddenly, as Much-Afraid stood beside the Shepherd it seemed as though her ears and her understanding were open, and bit by bit, the water-language became clear.  It is, of course, impossible to write it in water-language, but this is the best I can do to translate it.  Of course, it is a very poor effort, for though a water song perhaps may be set to music, words are quite a different matter.  But it went something like this:

The Water Song

Come, oh come! let us away –
Lower, lower every day,
Oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place
This the dearest law we know-
“It is happy to go low.”
Sweetest urge and sweetest will,
“Let us go down lower still.”

Hear the summons night and day
Calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
To the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call,
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,
To go low and rise again.

 

[The Shepherd said] ” … It is only up on the High Places of Love that anyone can receive the power to pour themselves down in an utter abandonment of self-giving.”

… It seemed too, that the wild flowers were also singing  the same sort of song, only in yet another language, a color language, which, like the water tongue, could only be understood by the heart and not by the mind.  They seemed to have a little chorus all their own which thousands upon thousands of them were singing in different color notes.

“This is the law by which we live-
It is so sweet to give and give.”

 

 

 

 

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“Sing a song, sing a song,

Ring the glad-bells all along;

 

 

Smile at him who frowns at you,

He will smile and then they’re two.

 

 

 

Laugh a bit, laugh a bit,

Folks will soon be catching it,

 

 

 

Can’t resist a happy face;

World will be a merry place.

 

Laugh a Bit and Sing a song,

Where they are there’s nothing wrong;

 

 

 

Joy will dance the whole world through,

But it must begin with you.”

Joseph Morris

 

I enjoy the happy swinging of this poem, it brings a smile to my face and a spring into my step.  Though truly our world is full of troubles, and as humans we are weak and wounded, we have HOPE in Christ.  He satisfies our deepest needs.  In Him we find forgiveness, peace, purpose, life and wonder.  He is our reason to rejoice as we look beyond our troubles and place our trust in His great Ability and Sovereignty.  Once our hearts are settled in Him, we can sing a song and laugh a bit, and folks will soon be catching it.  Spread the Joy!

 

Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise;
    His greatness no one can fathom.
 One generation commends Your works to another;
    they tell of Your mighty acts.
They speak of the glorious splendor of Your majesty—
They tell of the power of Your awesome works—

They celebrate Your abundant goodness
    and joyfully sing of Your righteousness.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate,
    slow to anger and rich in love.

The Lord is good to all;
    He has compassion on all He has made.

All your works praise You, Lord;
    Your faithful people extol You.
 They tell of the glory of Your kingdom
    and speak of Your might,
   so that all people may know of Your mighty acts
    and the glorious splendor of Your kingdom.

from Psalm 145


 

Cloudy winter days are good for quilts and stories and quiet project days with friends.

 


 
Today, Penny got out her favorite Winnie-the-Pooh book that was my Mom’s when she was little.  This one was printed in 1961, and shows it was loved by its tattered edges.

 

“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.

“Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.

 

 

My friends, Sophie and Kahlan came today to play with me; together we did some watercolor painting on some Pooh drawings that I had traced onto watercolor paper.

We enjoyed the quaint sayings that are so classic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The watercolor artists

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Grandma’s Glasses

A little boy said to a playmate, “Do you know what I want for Christmas?  I want  glasses just like Grandma wears. She must have a special kind because she can see much more than most people.

“She can see when folks are hungry or tired or sorry, and she can even see what’ll make them feel better. She can see how to fix a lot of things to have fun with, and she can see what a feller meant to do, even if he didn’t do it right. She can see when a feller is about to cry and she can see what to do to make him feel better.

“I asked her one day how she could see so good, and she said it was the way she learned to look at things as she got older. So I want a pair of glasses just like Grandma’s so I can see good, too.”

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I love nativity scenes ~ the stable, the critters, and the dear people that were chosen to welcome the Christ child.

 

 

 

Our Christmas tree holds a collection of warm family memories from years gone by and many treasured handmade ornaments.

 

 

 

A beautiful variety of Christmas cards from family and friends is another of my favorite Christmas treasures.  This following picture reminds me of our farm.

 

 

Christmas is a time when we feel so loved, and it is a special time to pass that love around to others.

 

Penny, waiting by her Christmas mailbox.  Is the mailman coming yet?

 

Merry Christmas to you!