May 2022

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I’m still here…

Saturday, May 28, 2022 | 8:57 PM


Wednesday, May 18, 2022 | 3:45 AM


Wednesday, May 4, 2022 | 12:28 PM

The white rabbit was filled with delight and wonder.
~ enthralled

God is my home.

Making sense of it all...

God ploughed one day with an earthquake,

And drove His furrows deep!
The huddling plains upstarted,

The hills were all aleap!

But that is the mountains’ secret,
Age-hidden in their breast;
“God’s peace is everlasting,”

Are the dream-words of their rest.

He made them the haunts of beauty,
The home elect of His grace;
He spreadeth His mornings upon them,

His sunsets light their face.

His winds bring messages to them
Wild storm-news from the main;
They sing it down the valleys

In the love-song of the rain.

They are nurseries for young rivers,
Nests for His flying cloud,
Homesteads for new-born races,

Masterful, free, and proud.

The people of tired cities

Come up to their shrines and pray;
God freshens again within them,

As He passes by all day.

And lo, I have caught their secret!
The beauty deeper than all!
This faith—that life’s hard moments,

When the jarring sorrows befall,

Are but God ploughing His mountains;
And those mountains yet shall be
The source of His grace and freshness,

And His peace everlasting to me.

—William C. Gannett

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
~ Psalm 91:9-10

Tuesday, May 3, 2022 | 11:31 PM

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