God of the Open Air
By the faith that the wild flowers show
when they bloom unbidden,
By the calm of a river's flow
to a goal that is hidden,
By the strength of the tree that clings
to its deep foundation,
By the courage of birds' light wings
on the long migration--
Wonderful Spirit of trust
that abides in nature's breast!
Teach me how to confide,
and live my life,
and rest.
Henry Van Dyke
Hah! I finally figured out how I can make a comment. My hubby has seen your blog now too. He thinks your very deep! I said, "She is introspective, and it is great." I love your blog. I know you said it is only 20 minutes or so a day that goes smoothly and looks Charlotte Masonish, but you do take time to ponder it, which is what we all need to do a bit more of, if we ever hope to turn out as the Lord would like us to. Meditation I believe it is called. The children will remember the fire, thanks to the pictures perhaps, but will forget the rest by the time they are 15. :-) Realistically, I do not remember getting yelled at (although I know it certainly did happen), but I do have lots of good memories of the little things. I love the ditch jumpers!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the kind words. Coming from one of my home-schooling-mentors that means a lot. mg
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