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Silver Wisdom

When I was a little girl
My daddy was young and strong
His beard was full and red
Full of life—like a song

As I grew older
Little white hairs adorned his beard
Little worry lines creased his face
Because of the children he reared

The years came and went
Silver wisdom continued to grow
Because of life's many struggles
White hairs would not go

I cannot look at him
Without feeling sad
But I have to remember
The more times he made me glad

His white hairs give him wisdom
They tell of a productive life
Silver wisdom gives him the credit
Of not following the piper's fife

One day every hair will be white
But I shan't shed many tears
For they are a sign of love to me
That tell of memorable years

His wisdom I can always trust
Silver hairs give him a dapper look
He's a king wreathed in shining armor
Like a silver knight from an ancient book

Silver wisdom will grow every year
From time to time I may cry
But I'll always remember his white hairs
With a happy and wistful sigh

The Depravity of the Tongue

"Lord, make me a channel of Thy peace

That where there is hatred, I may bring love,

That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness,

That where there is discord, I may bring harmony,

That where there is error, I may bring truth,

That where there is doubt, I may bring faith,

That where there is despair, I may bring hope,

That where there are shadows, I may bring light,

That where there is sadness, I may bring joy."

-St. Francis of Assisi

 

 

Let me begin with a story.

Once upon a time, in the schoolroom of an ordinary little home, there lived eight children: Temper, Impatience, Bossy, Anger, Hateful, Jealousy, Pride, and Conflict.  Unlike the happily ever after stories of fairytale books, these little children loved to quarrel and fight and argue and bicker amongst themselves.  Their names, as you can see, befit their character perfectly.  These eight children were constantly at war with one another—sometimes two against one, or seven ganging up against one, or five against two—and it seemed quite a hopeless case of self-love: each esteeming self above all the others.  What a horrible way to begin a story, aye?

 

You can read the rest of the post here where I was hosted on the lovely blog, Not An Average Girl.  Go and check it out, and enjoy!

New Blog in the Family!

Dear avid and faithful readers of my blog (I know, I like being optimistic),

Recently Mama began a new blog called Back Home in Indiana,  in honor of some news that has been released—quite thrilling news in fact.  You can also read the story I wrote for Vision Forum's 2012 story contest.

 Head on over and check out all the news!  And maybe even follow Mama's blog (hint, hint). =)

Until next time (and it will be soon, you have my word, for I have an insatiable desire to blog for some unknown reason),

Semper Reformanda

Romance

"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some hidden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."  ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avolea