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A Sunday Poem-Life’s Mirror

Life’s Mirror

3-James River by Esther Rhen

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave;

There are souls that are pure and true:

Then give to others the best you have,

And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,

A strength in your inmost need;

Have faith, and other hearts will show

Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gifts will be paid in kind;

And honor will honor meet;

An a kindly smile will find

A smile that is just as sweet.

Give a helping hand to those in need,

and a harvest of golden grain

You’ll reap some day from the love-sown seed,

If you sowed in the Master’s name.

For life is the mirror of king and slave-

‘Tis just what we are and do;

Then give to others the best you have,

And the best will come back to you.

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Galatians 6:9

“And let us not be weary in well doing:

for in due season we shall reap,

if we faint not.”

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With much prayer, we put our visitor on the bus yesterday to return to his family (see here).  We did our best to share deeds of love, faith, and trust and to give a helping hand.

 

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Mother’s Day Flowers

My Mother’s Day Flowers

The Mother’s Day flowers that I received-

the color is out of my ‘comfort zone’, but I love them!

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And as the rhododendron has

flung its extravagant blooms into my world,

it is a perfect match!

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What a pleasant place to sit and drink coffee in the morning,

or wait for my husband-

(yes, I can usually get ready faster than my husband!)

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Psalm 36:5

“Thy mercy, O LORD,

is in the heavens;

and thy faithfulness reacheth

unto the clouds.”

 

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A Visitor

An “Unexpected” Visitor

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Living in a parsonage as a pastors wife can have many interesting incidents.

A phone call came in, with many tears in explaining that he had no friends, no family, no where to go.

So he arrived with only the belongings in a brown paper bag.

A bed was made in the old church building.

Showers and meals provided here.

Over the days, more is learned-her side, his side, (and the right side probably somewhere in the middle!) and the more we learn the more sordid and sorry the story becomes.

Things have been intense at times, and overwhelming.

It always amazes me what a mess people can make of their lives-it is not that life has dealt them a rotten hand but very bad decisions have been made and a very wrong lifestyle has been chosen to be lived.

I am uncomfortable at times with the situation, and will be glad when it is resolved, but we are trying to be loving and helpful and trying to show Christ and that there is a better way to live.

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Psalm 34:7

“The angel of the Lord encampeth

round about them that fear him,

and delivereth them.”

 

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Here and Now

Here and Now

There is not much going on here on the blog because there is so much going on here in the garden.

Busy all day and bone tired at night.

Much has been accomplished,

there is much more to do, and I am enjoying doing it all!

Who can sit at a computer when there is wonderful work to do outside?

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So this is a short update on the chicks-

They are getting big-

(here they came to visit me on the back porch.)

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They have feathered out,

and I let them out to free range in the yard for most of the day.

Mother is teaching them well.

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Come on, children!  Just follow me!

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We will work on integrating them into

the main flock of hens next week.

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Exodus 33:14

“And he said, My presence shall go with thee,

and I will give thee rest.”

 

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A Mother’s Journey

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A Mother’s Journey

by Linda Dillow

     The young mother grasped the hands of her children and looked at the path before her.  “Is the way long?” she asked.  And her Shepherd answered, “Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it,  but the end will be better than the beginning.”  “What is required?”  asked the mother.  And her Shepherd replied,  “Faithfulness.”

“Give Me your hopes,

Give Me your dreams;

The journey is long

and not what it seems.

Affirm your children,

be faithful to Me;

This is the mother

I want you to be.”

     It was Spring.  The trees burst with blossoms.  Cheerful wildflowers covered the fields, and a bubbling brook echoed peals of laughter as it meandered through the meadow.  Like little lambs, the children frolicked, following the mother through sweet-smelling clover along the path.  The days were good, the evening peaceful.  The young mother was happy as she played with her children.  Together they made daisy chains from the gathered wild flowers and bathed in clear streams,.  The sun shone on their path and life was sweet.  The young mother cried,  “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this!  I have given my children joy!”  And her Shepherd said, “You were faithful in the good times.”

“Give Me your hopes,

Give Me your dreams;

The journey is long

and not what it seems.

Affirm your children,

Be faithful to Me,

This is the mother

I want you to be.”

     The children grew like sunflowers dancing along the hillside.  The days were long, but the air was thick.  The summer storm rolled across the heavens.  Lightening flashed, hail pounded, and the children shook with cold and fear.  The path was steep and the children grew weary, but the mother encircled them with the warmth of her love.  “Walk on, dear ones,”  she said.  “We will soon be there.”  So the children climbed.  When they finally ascended above the storm, they said,  “We could not have made it without you, Mother.”   And she rejoiced,  “This is better than the joy of Springtime, for I have taught my children perseverance.”  And her Shepherd said, ” You were faithful in the hard times.”

“Give Me your hopes,

Give Me your dreams:

The journey is long

and not what it seems.

Affirm your children,

be faithful to Me;

This is the Mother

I want you to be.”

     Golden aspen leaves drifted to the ground, but the trees stood tall in the Autumn breeze.  And the children shed the leaves of childhood.  Multicolored winds of doubt and temptation whipped around their teenage hearts, and they chased foolish fantasies along the path.  The mother’s heart feared.  She saw many hidden traps that lay before them.  At times the journey was painful and the mother faltered.  As the Shepherd gave her counsel,  the mother tried skillfully to lead her children around the snares.  And at Autumn’s end the mother said,  “This season is better than Summer or Spring,  for in Autumn I taught my children wisdom.”  And her Shepherd said,  “You were faithful when your heart was breaking.”

“Give Me your hopes,

Give Me your dreams;

The journey is long

and not what it seems.

Affirm your children,

be faithful to Me;

this is the Mother

I want you to be.”

     Mountain snow weighted the limbs of the stately pine trees.  Like them,  the young adults stood tall.  In the night of Winter,  threatening clouds of prejudice, oppression, and disease darkened the earth.  The world had turned inside out.  Sometimes the young adults groped and stumbled.  “Look up,”  their mother said.  “Lift up your eyes to the Light of Life.”  Above the clouds they saw the One who brings Light out of darkness.  He grasped their hands and gave them peace.  As the snow slipped off the pine bough, the mother said,  “Winter is the best season of all, for I have shown my children God.”  And her Shepherd said,  “You were faithful to give your children to Me.”

“Give Me your hopes,

Give Me your dreams;

The journey is long

and not what it seems.

Affirm your children,

be faithful to Me;

This is the Mother

I want you to be.”

     The seasons marched on and the mother grew old.  She was frail and bent.  But her children were tall and strong, and walked in the way of wisdom.  When the journey was hard, they helped their mother.  When the path was rough, they lifted her.   At last they came to the pinnacle of the highest mountain,  Beyond it they saw a shining road and a golden gate flung wide.  There stood the brilliant tree of life.  The mother said,  “I have reached the end of my journey.  I have been faithful to my children and faithful to God.  The end is better than the beginning for my children can walk alone with the Shepherd.”  As she passed through the gates, she heard her Shepherd say,  “WELL DONE.”

“You gave Me your hopes,

you gave Me your dreams;

Though the path of life

was not what it seemed,

You affirmed your children,

and were faithful to Me;

I asked you to be.”

     She heard her children calling, “You will always walk with us,  Mother!”  They stood and watched as the gates closed after her.  And she heard the children saying,  “A faithful mother is more than a memory;  a faithful  mother lives with us forever.”  And the children grasped the hands of their own children and looked at the path before them,  “Is the way long?’  they asked.  And their Shepherd answered,  “Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it…BUT THE END IS BETTER THAN THE BEGINNNING.”

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Child of God, pastors wife, mother of five, grandmother of ten (and counting), gardener, quilter, homemaker, reader, homebody and dreamer…

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