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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!

 

 

 

 

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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