How Welcome is the Rain

Leslie is memorizing her final poem for the year. It has been very appropriate for these rainy, dreary days we’ve had lately. It’s called “Rain in Summer” by Longfellow. When you’re smack dab in the middle of a major drought, this poem holds a special meaning. I don’t usually photograph rain, but I did today. I praise the Lord for each and every drop! We have been praying for rain to fill the rivers and ponds and to water the grass and trees so they “feel better”, as Matt says. We pray we get many, many more drops before summer arrives.

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Rain in Summer

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs,
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

In the country, on every side,
Where far and wide,
Like a leopard’s tawny and spotted hide,
Stretches the plain,
To the dry grass and the drier grain
How welcome is the rain.

Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. ~ Psalm 147:7-8

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Little By Little

Leslie

My daughter, Leslie, is committing this poem to memory in her fourth grade school work. I just love it, and I wanted to pass it along. Whether you’re familiar with it or not, I hope you enjoy it.

 

Little By Little
Anonymous

“Little by little,” an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,
“I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”

Little by little, each day it grew;
Little by little, it sipped the dew;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot.

Day after day, and year after year,
Little by little the leaves appear;
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest pride.

Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea,
An insect train works ceaselessly.
Grain by grain, they are building well,
Each one alone in its little cell.

Moment by moment, and day by day,
Never stopping to rest or play,
Rocks upon rocks, they are reaching high,
Till the top looks out on the sunny sky.

The gentle wind and the balmy air,
Little by little, bring verdure there;
Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile
On the buds and the flowers of the coral isle.

“Little by little,” said a thoughtful boy,
“Moment by moment, I’ll well employ,
Learning a little every day,
And not spending all my time in play.
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell,
Whatever I do, I will do it well.

“Little by little, I’ll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days, perhaps, we’ll see
That the world will be the better for me”;
And do you not think that this simple plan
Made him a wise and useful man?

It’s been a long week for me, and I admit I’ve had some discouraging moments. I pray that God will help me to learn to trust Him even when His face seems hidden. This poem reminds me that the moments add up, and I can use each one – even the difficult ones – for Him. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Thank you for visiting my online home. See you soon, Lord willing!

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My Boy Who’s Three

I’m sitting in the living room next to Matthew on this lovely spring evening and thinking…probably too much! (Didn’t know that was possible with me didja? 😉 )Anyway, I thought I’d put my few meandering thoughts here. It’s supposed to be written in stanzas of two lines (couplet), but my blog doesn’t want to recognize the spaces. I apologize if it’s hard to read. And thanks for reading this at all.  I hope you all have a wonderful week!

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I have a little boy who’s three.

He is indeed a joy to me.

His little pj’s with the feet,

His tiny voice that’s oh-so-sweet.

At dawn’s first light he comes to me

And asks to sit upon my knee.

We  sit and rock in the big brown chair

I smile and smooth his cute bed hair.

He likes to sit and hear a book

And help me stir when I cook.

He loves to snuggle when it’s cold

He says he’ll love me when I’m old.

I love my little boy of three.

I guess he’ll be the last, you see.

Someday, as the years pass by

I’ll think of this and I’ll sigh.

I’ll wish I could bring back to me

My little boy who’s only three.

But I’ll just sit and rock a while,

And count my blessings with a smile.

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October


October’s Party 
by George Cooper

October gave a party;

The leaves by hundreds came-

The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,

And leaves of every name.


The Sunshine spread a carpet,

And everything was grand,

Miss Weather led the dancing,

Professor Wind the band.


The Chestnuts came in yellow,

The Oaks in crimson dressed;

The lovely Misses Maple

In scarlet looked their best;


All balanced to their partners,

And gaily fluttered by;

The sight was like a rainbow

New fallen from the sky.


Then, in the rustic hollow,

At hide-and-seek they played,

The party closed at sundown,

And everybody stayed.


Professor Wind played louder;

They flew along the ground;

And then the party ended

In jolly “hands around.”

We are finally getting a taste of autumn in my neck of the woods! The weatherman predicts we will get some cool air today – our coolest since April! It’s been a long summer, folks, and I welcome the variety of a new season. September was a busy and exciting month for our family. One exciting September event was my fifth blogging anniversary! I hope to post more about that soon, as well as share some photos. Speaking of photos, I want to thank our friend, Bro. Stephen Collins, for the allowing me to use this lovely photo for my blog. It was taken in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee – oh how lovely God’s creation is!

Happy fall! 🙂

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For Lauren Kassidy

Dear Lauren Kassidy,

I remember the day we brought you home,
A sweet little bundle of our very own.
Your tiny hands and sweet little face,
Spread sunshine and smiles all over the place!

I rocked you all night, a special time,
Savoring the fact that you were all mine!
My goal was to care and to love you, dear,
Protect you from danger, keep you from fear.

We watched you go from crawling to walking,
From babbling and cooing to lots of talking!
You made us laugh and shake our heads
As we carried you off and tucked you in bed.

You grew and grew, so much each day,
Into the young lady you are today.
Tall and strong and funny and sweet
You make each day a special treat.

You love Star Wars, swords and running, too,
The tree house, guns and books – not a few.
The piano I love to hear you play,
You work hard on it each and every day.

I’m so proud of you – you’re such a fine girl,
But the time went so fast, puts my head in a whirl!
In the quiet, dark evening, when the sky is black
I sometimes sit solemnly and start looking back.

I see the blond head, the bright blue eyes,
Taking in everything, foolish and wise.
You saw my mistakes, and you see them today,
How I’ve failed in the past, how I’ve gone the wrong way.

I’ve done one thing right, and that’s stay in the Word,
Listening to Him through sermons I heard.
I ask for forgiveness when wrongs I have done
Restoration I find through God’s only Son.

As you take off from here, for teen years ahead,
I ask you one thing, to be by Christ led.
He’ll walk with you gladly o’re trails great and small,
He will guide you in life, just out to Him call.

In those quiet, dark nights, I sometimes see
That sweet little girl sitting on my knee.
I remember her smile, her little voice,
And I know what I’d do, if I had a choice.

I would do just the same; I’d not change a thing!
I’ve treasured each moment that your life did bring.
I look forward with the pleasure to weeks and years,
The laughter, the fun, the sadness, the tears.

Life’s road has its changes, its twists and turns,
Some hills and valleys and lessons to learn.
Some say, “Teen years are dreadful, just run away!”
“Do all that you can to avoid them!” they say.

But I’m not afraid, though the future is hazy;
You won’t send me running because I’ve gone crazy!
You love the Lord,  for Him you do live.
There’s no greater joy to a mom you could give.

Life has many unknowns or variables, it’s true!
It’s proof that algebra is useful for you.
But no matter what ups and downs we see,
There is one constant which will always be:

I’ll love you forever, in sickness and health,
My home is your home, my wealth is your wealth.
From here you may leave and move far away,
But my prayers follow you, day after day.

There’s no burden you carry that I will not share,
No trial of yours I won’t gladly bear.
Come rain or shine, you can be quite sure
My darling daughter, my love will endure.

Happy 13th birthday to the sweetest teenager in the world!

With love,
Mom

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For Mitchell Lee

My darling son, you are so sweet
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet.
You are so tender, loving and kind
You stop to help one who’s fallen behind.
You help out your sisters as they try to play,
You show them sometimes a better way.
You hold little brother, and carry him, too,
You’re showing him Jesus, who lives inside you.
You care for the dog and you sweep and you mop,
You work hard till you’re done – you do not stop.
You read and you read, till your head starts to fall, 
Then you say “I’m not sleepy, no not at all.”
You cuddle and hug, give a peck on the cheek
You turn days to sunny that should be quite bleak.
I do know for sure that your smile is so bright,
On dark, cloudy days, we don’t need a light.
You love your sisters, your mom and dad,
Your heart breaks whenever you have been bad.
You love all your family, ones far and ones near,
When you have to leave them, you shed a tear.
Each day you get up without being told,
You open your Bible, in heat and in cold,
You read some from Proverbs and some other book,
I’m so happy that into God’s Word you do look!
God gave us a treasure when He gave us you, son,
I would not want another – not a single one!
Your gifts for laughter and music and love
Make you unique, you’re sent from above.
If someday you sit and smile at your past,
Wishing “Oh why, why couldn’t it last?”
Remember God gave you today for His sake,
So live for our Lord, and make no mistake.

He sees you, He loves you, He knows you, too,
And He always wants what is best for you.
As life’s road twists and turns, keep your eyes on the sky,
Keep looking to Him when your heart cries out “Why?”
Your myriad talents I hope you will use
For His cause on Earth, please make no excuse.
Life may not be easy or fun or carefree,
But God has a plan, just wait and see!
I am one blessed mother, to call you my boy:
My laughter, my light, my comfort, my joy.
All of you children make each day of mine 
Full of good things, like songs and sunshine!
I thank God each day for giving me you,
And Lauren and Laci and Leslie, too!
Yes, I’m thankful for Dad and dear little Matt.
I’m blessed beyond measure, I’m sure of that.
Holding a baby alligator at the library story-time hour this summer. His adoring sister is on the right. 🙂
Happy birthday to my wonderful, strong, smart TEN year old boy! I love you, Mitchell Lee!

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A Compilation of Quotes

I often read a devotional that we get at church called The Baptist Bread. I have been encouraged and challenged by it and I highly recommend it. It is only delivered to churches, though, so you’ll need to ask your pastor to order it. The information is HERE. I also receive a daily e-mail devotional from Radio Bible Class called  Our Daily Bread. I enjoy skimming through it each morning. At the bottom of Our Daily Bread, there are often little poems. My parents used to quote this one that they read in Our Daily Bread when I was young:

It’s not what you’d do with a million,
If riches should e’er be your lot,
It’s what you’re doing at present,
With the dollar and quarter you’ve got.

You know, I never tried to memorize that, but yet, I have! What parents do and say is picked up and copied by the children in the house.

I had saved some of the devotionals that had poems that I liked in my email inbox. I was cleaning it out today, and thought I’d save them here, instead. I hope they are a blessing!

When you feel the tension mounting,
And across the busy day,
Only gloomy clouds are drifting
As you start to worry—pray! —Anon.


He does not lead me year by year,
Nor even day by day;
But step by step my path unfolds;
My Lord directs my way. —Ryberg


When our hearts grow weary,
When our spirits dim,
He will go before us,
Leave it all to Him. —Anon.


The Lord has come to seek and save
A world that is lost in sin;
And everyone who comes to Him
Will be restored and changed within. —Sper


Lord, help me to follow Jesus,
To obey Him day by day,
To be His faithful disciple
And please Him in every way. —Fitzhugh



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