Beauty for Your Day (or Night)

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.}

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.

There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.

Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,

Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.

His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.

The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.

The statutes of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.

Who can understand his errors? cleanse thou me from secret faults.

Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.

~ Psalm 19

Here is Haydn’s setting for the opening verses, and the words they are singing.

The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
The wonder of his work displays the firmament.

Today that is coming speaks it the day,
The night that is gone to following night.
The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
The wonder of his work displays the firmament.

In all the lands resounds the word,
Never unperceived, ever understood.
The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
The wonder of his work displays the firmament.

Ride of a Lifetime

Tom received a birthday gift he’ll never forget. In June, he got a call saying that he was the recipient of a flight on a P51 Mustang. Tom’s had a long time interest in aviation from WWII and has visited the Imperial War Museum in London and the air field at Duxford. For him, getting a ride in a Mustang was a dream come true. Here’s my “Top Gun” getting the ride of his life! He said afterwards that it was such a privilege to ride in the cockpit of a plane that had such a big role in preserving our freedoms. He couldn’t have been flying in a better machine! He had a photo of his dad, Bill Schlueter, with him. Bill also loved aviation and was a frequent attendee at air shows. Bill also built intricate models, from scratch, as a hobby. They were little works of art.

 

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A Little Thunder from Will and Widor

This clip is the finale of Will’s concert last week. He said to his dad the other night, “I just love the organ.” You can’t give a passion to a son or daughter. It’s either in them, or it isn’t. The variety of talents God gives children is astonishing. When they develop those gifts, whatever they may be, they point back to the Creator.

Music Break!

A little music burst for your day from J.S. Bach. The joy on the face of the conductor says it all! Here are the words in English:

Ring forth o songs, resound, you strings!
O most blessed time!
God Himself shall prepare our souls for His
temple.

From Bach Cantata 172

My Garden

As the sun was getting low in the sky last night, Tom and I stopped by with a load of things for our new home. I went out alone to our fenced in garden and just stood there for a moment taking in how beautiful the sun was on the flowers. A poem by a 19th century Englishman that I first read probably 25 years ago came to mind in the cool night air.

A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Fern’d grot—
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not—
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
‘Tis very sure God walks in mine.

~ Thomas Edward Brown

We may not be able to change the world individually, but we can tend well to our own gardens that God has given us and make our lives and families a thing of beauty. Here’s my new garden! This is the portion behind the white fence and gate. We are grateful for the Lord’s provision.

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Say it Now – In the Living Years

A friend of mine posted this on FB, and I remembered it from when I was in high school. Great song. Mike and the Mechanics. It cuts both ways, doesn’t it? The living years – we only have them for so long.  Soon it’s too late when we die. Don’t ignore the hand that reaches out, parent to child, child to parent. We don’t get another chance when we’re gone.

All the Little Living Things

The summer walks have resumed. They started in spring, and Emmy and I observed all the subtle changes in the trees and grass and the day the bugs came out.

Now we are back at our strolls through the neighborhood. Last summer, my then four-year-old pretended to be a cardinal on the walks. She has a fascination with birds of all kinds, but settled on a cardinal for imaginative purposes.

This year she is a small dog named Lady.  She insists I toss her dog biscuits and treats and give her drinks from a water bottle as we walk along. The neighbors who see us walk by must get some interesting  glimpses of us. Emmy stops pretending long enough to exclaim over the plants and flowers the neighbors have planted in the borders or big pots on their porches. She’s so tall now, legs long and skinny as she darts here and there, full of enthusiasm and commentary.

There is a giant tree we pass. It must be 100 years old with craggy, rough bark. She hugs the tree as we go by. I have a mini-tree hugger in the making. I call her the tree whisperer as she likes to feel the bark and sometimes says something mysterious and private to the trees as we go by.

We discussed ants the other day. I told her not to wreck the ant houses if she could help it. “Why?” she asked.

“Because they work so hard to make those little houses and then we kick it down.” She thought about that for a while. (I laughed to myself because ants are fine unless they start marching into my house. My sympathies fade at that point.)

Yesterday, Emmy discovered a robin’s nest in our tree. She got to watch as the mother fed the  baby birds with their beaks open. She’s been observing ever since. The mother flies back and forth getting more food for the babies. Em put her small lawn chair under the tree and silently watches the little drama. She likes the way the feathers stand up on the baby birds heads. “I can only see their little feather heads sometimes, Mama,” she told me.

She requested lunch outside today, so I gave her some whole grain bread and strawberry jam and a bowl of fruit and thought she would be sitting on the porch to eat it. I came out and she was gone, or so I thought. She had put her pink lawn chair under the tree to watch her bird family while she ate her lunch. Children are so observant. I watched her as she watched the birds in the nest above. I wondered about what she was thinking.

Empathy for living creatures is naturally there in normal children. We as parents  can encourage it. She is staying quiet as she observes. She knows that noise will alarm the mother who is watching over her little ones.

It’s summertime! All the little living things are making life interesting. Including my little Em.

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