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Month: August 2012

So Much to Blog About, So Little Time

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Too busy to blog–that sounds like the story of my life! But in this case it’s not just busyness that has caused this lack of blogtime, but exciting things going on in life. Between working with the church here, moving to an apartment, creating a website for a town in my home county back in Texas, traveling, studying a Native American language, and cooking, there just hasn’t been much time left to go around!

But life is good. I’m busy, but it’s a good kind of busy–not the stressful, deadline-filled busyness I was accustomed to at university. I’m getting to preach and teach, I’ve begun life truly on my own, and I’m learning to establish good habits and routines.

That’s all for now, but I think I’ll make a list of blogstuffs right now to write about later, maybe during this holiday that’s coming up. See you then!

The Consolation

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From Ailenroc鈥檚 Book, by Cornelia Alexander

Mother, art grieving for the little form
Stern death has snatched from thine embrace away,
Which thou with sorrow-stricken heart hath laid
In dreamless sleep beneath the churchyard clay?
Grieve not, fond mother, for that tiny bark
Shall ne鈥檈r by stormy winds on seas be driven,
Life鈥檚 storms are not to weather; but, the ocean crossed,
鈥橳is safely anchored in the port of heaven.

Mother, art listening for the prattling tongue,
Whose music charmed thee all the day long,
Till, hushed in slumbers of the night, she smiled
As though she hearkened to an angel鈥檚 song?
By faith look upward; thou canst almost hear,
Floating through pearly gates, that silvery voice
Joined with bright angels in a song of praise;
Then weep no longer, mother, but rejoice.

Mother, art sighing for the little feet
Whose pattering followed thee from morn till night?
How oft thy heart has trembled, lest thou should
Not guide them in the paths of peace aright!
Then sigh no longer, for those little feet
Shall never walk in sin or wickedness;
But, saved forever, they are sporting now
On the green fields of everlasting peace.

Ah, what is life? 鈥橳is a struggle, toil, and strife;
Blissful the peace of heaven when all is past.
In joy and love and thankfulness the soul
Finds rest and its lost treasures there at last.
Then grieve not, for thy babe has gone before,
Saved from all sorrow, sin, and earthly pain.
Rejoice that on that bright and shining shore
You there may clasp her to your heart again.