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I‘m sharing a poem with you today, written by a local girl, age 15. I am hoping that it is prophetic of an end to our drought! Enjoy:

Jubilee at the end to our last bad drought.


“The summer hangs heavy over us,
we sit,
listless beneath the trees.
The air is dry,
the grass is parched and brown,
dead for weeks.
In the garden, a single tomato hangs,
limp on the plant.

On the horizon a dark cloud appears.
Then another,
and another.
A breeze rustles the grass,
and the constant squeal of cicadas
falls silent.

A drop falls,
then another,
and another.
I laugh and twirl
like one mad,
savoring the cooling water
bathing my face
and turning my hair into limp spaghetti.

I dance,
dance with the union
of wind and water.
Listening to the song
of many voices
as the drops meet
or earth.

There is no storm,
only sweet life,
coming to join our dance.

A sign that summer is nearly ended,
and autumn will soon be upon us.

The drought is over.
I listen to the far distant thunder
and laugh once more
the rain has returned,
a gift,
falling like tears of joy,
down upon the land
and the people,
who need it.”

joy to the world

“Joy to the World , the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King; 
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing, 
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.  
Joy to the World, the Savior reigns! 
Let men their songs employ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains 
Repeat the sounding joy, 
Repeat the sounding joy, 
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. 
No more let sins and sorrows grow, 
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found, 
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found. 
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove 
The glories of His righteousness, 
And wonders of His love, 
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.”
(words by Isaac Watts, accompanying music by George Frederick Handel)
Merry Christmas!
Be back soon,
Everly Pleasant

blest be the tie that binds

Before partaking in our annual Thanksgiving Day feast, my family always joins hands in a big circle and sings the first verse of this song before praying. Have a happy Thanksgiving!

“Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.

We share each other’s woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.”


For the Beauty of the Earth

       “For the Beauty of the Earth”
For the beauty of the earth
For the Glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise
this our grateful hymn of praise.
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flow’r
Sun and Moon and stars of light
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child.
Friends on earth and friends above
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
For each perfect gift of Thine
To our race so freely given.
Graces human and divine
Flow’rs of earth and buds of heav’n.
Alternative last verse:
For thy church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.
by Folliott S. Pierpoint
141. beautiful harmony at church on Sunday

142. A chance to meet a hummingbird

143. a friend joining us for Bible study, finding fellowship

144. my cousin’s baby girl born safely into this world, on her own time!

145. “fun” writing projects

146. little red flowers popping up after the rain, and then popping up on the dining room table

147. such kind encouragement

148. time spent laughing (and laughing, and laughing) with my sisters

149. a sweet present for no particular reason

150. a long letter from faraway

holy experience


things that make me happy: eight

One of my dear friends (whose family happens to be going through some very trying times,) tagged me in a Facebook note with the following poem by Rudyard Kipling. I know I’ve read it before, but never loved it so!
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: 
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: 
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

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