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Through the Waters

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When Thou Passest Through the Waters

“When thou passest through the waters”

Deep the waves may be and cold,

But Jehovah is our refuge,

And His promise is our hold;

For the Lord Himself hath said it,

He the faithful God and true;

“When thou comest to the waters

Thou shalt not go down, BUT THROUGH.”

 

Seas of sorrow, seas of trial,

Bitterest anguish, fiercest pain,

Rolling surges of temptation

Sweeping over heart and brain—

They shall never overflow us

For we know His Word is true;

All His ways and all His billows

He will lead us safely through.

 

Threatening breakers of destruction,

Doubt’s insidious undertow,

Shall not sink us, shall not drag us

Out to ocean depths of woe;

For His promise shall sustain us,

Praise the Lord, whose Word is true,

We shall not go down, or under,

For He saith, “thou passest THROUGH.”

 

– Annie Johnson Flint

 

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“Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings….”  Hebrews 10:22

“I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground.”  Isaiah 44:3

“But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord…” Psalm 73:28

“…Men ought always to pray, and not to faint.”  Luke 18:1

“…Ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.”  John 16:24

“He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honor him.” Psalm 91:15

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”  Isaiah 41:10

“…And God Himself will be with them, and be their God.  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death…  Behold, I make all things new.”  Revelation 21:3,4

” These little troubles (which are really so transitory) are winning for us a permanent, glorious and solid reward out of all proportion to our pain.”  II Corinthians 4:17  J.B.Phillips

 

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The month of October has been so beautiful here in Western New York, I have enjoyed trying to capture some of the color and some of our labors on the farm.

 

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Penny enjoys being a part of canning days in our farm kitchen.

 

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Above, are the aronia berries I was canning for juice, and below are the warm-colored jars of  hot peppers and salsa from our garden.

 

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The jeweled colors collecting on the canning shelves in our basement make me smile with thankfulness for the abundance we’ve been given.

 

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Sometimes you will find an autumn bouquet on our table.  This one has pretty patterned zinnias, marigolds, snapdragons, and lavender-colored autumn crocus accented by parsley leaves.

 

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Sometimes you will find a messy project like tomato sauce in the making.

 

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Or mounds of our own grass fed beef being weighed and wrapped for the freezer.

 

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This is an early morning shot showing the soft colors of a waking world growing light.

 

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And here is an evening shot of the geese honking against a glowing sky.

 

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I love the magnificence of this grand old walnut tree.

 

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And the fullness of the golden maple tree.

 

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These leaves may be spotted and imperfect, but they lend their beauty to the world just the same.

 

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The arbor of wisteria vines is turning a pretty yellow above its twisting branches.

 

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The cosmos are towering over the garden fence, nodding in the breeze.

 

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We aren’t the only ones putting up food for the winter ahead.

 

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Now join me for a little walk through the vegetable garden.  The cherry tomatoes are a favorite snack as we pass by.  A pet chicken has kept the bottom branches cleared of fruit as it ripens, so its a good thing this vine is growing on a trellis so we can claim the top ones for ourselves!

 

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The queer shape of the romanesco broccoli is fascinating.

 

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The nasturtiums are bright and vibrant even after the frost has touched them.

 

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Its time to get dirty and dig the potatoes.  Do you see the little fellows that were overturned also in that soft soil?

 

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The pretty garlic bulbs have been drying up in the hay mow.  Once the outer skin is brushed away, they are a clear, smooth white color.

 

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The Rat-a-Tat-Cat is on farm patrol.  Her fur is growing in so thick and soft for the cold days ahead.

 

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While surrounded by all this beauty, we know that without a doubt, the Father above delights to shower us with His blessings.

Please know that you are loved always.

Its written in the autumn colors.

 

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One autumn, several years ago, we found a wee baby snapping turtle.  He had hatched from his leathery egg not long before.  What a fascinating little creature!

 

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We liked to turn him over and see his shell in the shape of a vest underneath.  He was a friendly little guy, and seemed to enjoy all the attention he was getting.

 

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How do you do, handsome Little Snapper?

 

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Some day you will grow big, but for the moment, you are just my size.

 

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Come sit on my lap and lets be friends.

 

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We called this visit “All creatures great and small” because – look who we found next.

 

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A giant of a toad!

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Grumph.  No, I most certainly will NOT sit on your lap.

Thank you very much.

 

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And you shan’t sit on mine.

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Farewell.

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Happy Independence Day!!

 

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In our upstairs hallway hangs this old flag and a historic picture called “The Declaration of Independence.”

 

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It was hard to get a clear picture, so here is a close up of our print of

the painting done by John Trumbull in 1817.

 

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I was interested to find in this little old book about the American flag that I previously had our flag hanging wrong, with the blue field of stars on the right, but it properly belongs on the left when hung on the wall like this.  I’m glad that I now have that corrected.

 

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The page below was interesting, “A Mighty Nation on Whose Flag the Sun Never Sets.”

What a fascinating thought.

 

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Today, I give thanks for the many noble heros who helped to found our country and of the courage and faith that they displayed.

 

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To celebrate our national holiday, our family gathered last night to watch Kirk Cameron’s DVD called “Monumental”.

Sadly, most of our American history is no longer taught in schools, but my siblings and I always loved Early American history and read lots of books based in that era.

 

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In this DVD, I enjoyed the interview with David Barton, who has an astounding collection of papers, letters and books that shed much light on the beginnings of our country and its government.

 

Here is a video clip I found on YouTube that shares a bit of the main focus of Kirk Cameron’s tour of Plymouth, Massachusetts.  The Matrix of Liberty is a huge granite statue in Plymouth that we had never heard of before, but what a testimony it is to the Pilgrim’s purpose for establishing themselves here on our shores so long ago amid so much suffering.  They had a vision for a country where people would be free to worship God.

 

 

I recently read the biography of Francis Scott Key, who wrote our national anthem.  The last verse is one that is seldom recorded, but it is so beautiful.

The Star Spangled Banner

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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“Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!”

“In God is our trust.”

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Happy Independence Day!

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Dear Lord, when things get hectic and living seems so hard;

I just go out and sit awhile within my own backyard.

For there it’s quiet and peaceful; beneath the shady trees,

And sunlight through the branches accompanies every breeze.

 

 

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There are a dozen shades of green designed to please the eye.

Chubby squirrels and hummingbirds, a golden butterfly.

The honeysuckle’s perfume permeates the air,

And though I do not see Him, I know God is there.

 

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The sky so high above my head is an electric blue,

And there are lazy cotton clouds with nothing else to do

But sail across the heavens.  And yet I know that I

Was given hope whose sturdy wings were also meant to fly.

 

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This old world that we inhabit is much the worse for wear.

Beauty fades so quickly and hearts forget to care.

But somehow I’ve discovered within my own backyard

A peaceful sanctuary… in which I find the Lord.

~  by Grace E. Easley

 

 

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