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THOUGHTS FROM MY HEART ~ home & garden
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Early July in the Pergola
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Early July in the Herb Garden
Friday, July 10, 2009
Early July in the Front Garden
Sundrops
I remember the first time I saw them in my late Aunt Sarah's garden where I loved to wander amongst the clumps of perennials and flowering bushes on the neatly mown meandering paths, much like my grandmother's garden.
I was a new gardener then so she dug a few things she felt were requisite in a proper garden - Mallow, Feverfew, Sundrops, Apple Mint, Yarrow, etc. I treasure these along with the memory of her delicious lunch on the back lawn of egg salad sandwiches and then her favorite chocolate ice cream with fresh-picked strawberries.
Sundrops remind me of what it means to be genuinely happy . . .
"Only Christ can make any life, young or old-truly beautiful and truly happy. Only He can cure the heart's restless fever and give quietness and calmness. Only He can purify that sinful fountain within us-our corrupt nature, and make us holy.
To have a peaceful and blessed ending to life-we must live it with Christ. Such a life grows brighter even to its close. Its last days are the sunniest and the sweetest. The more earth's joys fail-the nearer and the more satisfying do the spiritual comforts become."
J.R. Miller
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Blackcaps!
(Photography by hmmooreniver)
Mowed and trimmed for hours today and am I bushed! Utterly! Also took berries and squash to our neighbors. Now I am relaxing briefly on the back porch enjoying the day and the subtle aroma of . . . SKUNK! Max seems to have a bit of that odor as well and refuses to venture out the door today! We haven't seen a skunk around here in years!
Last night my beloved found two more fresh examples of scat, different this time. (Last week I found some which belonged to a Cougar or E. Mountain Lion, it seems.). He also noted a large trampled swatch from the north edge of our lawn into the weeds and orchard on our neighbor's property directly opposite our fruit trees on the back lawn. Then when I was mowing, I found another trampled swath back by the cemetery and more scat on the path! Looks like our visitor enjoys blackcaps . . .
I haven't picked any wild ones as they are entwined with poison ivy.
A bear has passed through just about this time now for the last three years. I am glad he is a "transient"!
Impatience
"Patience is a virtue"
- definitely one that this gardener must ever seek to cultivate, inspiring me to grow this and other varieties as a reminder.
"Life is hard for most people.
"With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;" Ephesians 4:2
"We should train ourselves to such regard, to such respect for others, that we shall never hurt the heart of one of God's creatures, even by a disdainful look!
Our love ought also to be patient. Our neighbor may have his faults. But we are taught to bear with one another's infirmities. If we knew the story of men's lives, the hidden loads and burdens which they are often carrying, the unhealed sore in their heart-we would have most gentle patience with them. Life is hard for most people; certainly hard enough without our adding to its burdens by our censoriousness, our uncharity, our jeering and contempt."
"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience." Colossians 3:12
J.R. Miller
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Practical Piety
Seeing us so defective in the daily course of our behavior at home, though our children may obey us because they are obliged to it, they will neither love nor esteem us enough to be influenced by our instruction or advice."
(Hannah More, "Practical Piety")
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Calm of the Heart
"The peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7
Christian peace is the calm of the heart which is not dependent on any external circumstances—and which no circumstances, however full of danger or alarm, can break. Its secret is—perfect trust in God.
The lesson of peace, is one that has to be learned in the school of life. Christian peace is not gotten by the changing of life's conditions, so as to hide one away beyond the reach of storm.
Nor is it gained through the deadening of the feelings and sensibilities—so that life's pains and trials will no longer hurt the heart.
Christian peace is a fruit of the Holy Spirit.
"You may have peace in Me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows." John 16:33
"Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts." Col. 3:15
J R Miller
Monday, July 6, 2009
Daybook
Outside my window...
A picture perfect day! It is a balmy, sunny day with just a whisper of a breeze.
I am thinking...
What a lovely weekend we had. Seems like the good times fly by so quickly but the memories are special!
I am thankful for...
Lots of things but it was delightful to celebrate my beloved's mum's 82nd birthday. I am truly indebted to her for the gift of her son! She did such a good job shaping him into God's gift to me.
From the learning rooms...
Every day there is much more to learn as evidenced or hinted to by my nearly daily posts of the quotes that touch my heart.
From the kitchen...
Raspberries, blueberries, blackcaps, yellow crooked neck squash, cukes, chard, spinach, and more need harvesting again today with excess not utilized for meals going into the freezer or home with visitors. My beloved wants raspberry shortcake! :-) "His wish is my command."
I am wearing...
Today its a light denim skirt with a sunny scoop necked tee and black Clark's sandals with fine gold necklace and earrings; hair is the usual upswept style.
I am creating...
The grass doesn't do well around the back corner of the machine shed which borders the back of the pottager and herb gardens so I am thinking of what to plant in this area that might prevent erosion from the water that comes off the roof. It is a shady area so have started Sweet Woodruff, Orange Mint and I think I will put a new Tansy plant in a sunnier adjacent niche as this tends to travel out of bounds, bring quite aggressive. I got this new piece from the family homestead this weekend. Special!
I am going...
To get my car back this week, hopefully. The Timing Belt broke resulting in damaged pistons, a rather costly repair.
I am reading...
Ezekiel and end times passages which have been my focus lately along with the writings of John Newton. Have also been looking at new recipes for the summer's bounty.
I am hoping...
The eggplant has been besieged with black beetles which I have been warding off with organic hot pepper spray that I brewed. It has been marginally successful but the rains wash it off almost as fast as I can spray the plants so I am hoping to get some good fruit off them. Really, this has been the only concern so far. The other critters have not been so noxious so far.
I am hearing...
The cheerful birdsong.
Around the house...
The floors are dusted and clean, everything is in its place, laundry is drying on the clothes line and plants all watered.
One of my favorite things...
Just love to launder and press antique linens, enjoying the lavender spritz and marveling over the painstaking intricate work as I imagine the creator of each piece and its intended use. Most pieces are family heirlooms.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
After day after day of rain, there is a lot of weeding and thinning to do!
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
(See above)
These day lilies are almost at their peak. This variety was part of a collection my dar mother gave me quite a few years ago. They are stunning!
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Distress
BLESSED is the fact that Christians can rejoice even in the deepest distress; although trouble may surround them, they still sing; and, like many birds, they sing best in their cages. The waves may roll over them, but their souls soon rise to the surface and see the light of God's countenance; they have a buoyancy about them which keeps their head always above the water, and helps them to sing amid the tempest, "God is with me still." To whom shall the glory be given? Oh! to Jesus-it is all by Jesus.
Trouble does not necessarily bring consolation with it to the believer, but the presence of the Son of God in the fiery furnace with him fills his heart with joy.
He is sick and suffering, but Jesus visits him and makes his bed for him. He is dying, and the cold chilly waters of Jordan are gathering about him up to the neck, but Jesus puts His arms around him, and cries, "Fear not, beloved; to die is to be blessed; the waters of death have their fountain-head in heaven; they are not bitter, they are sweet as nectar, for they flow from the throne of God."
As the departing saint wades through the stream, and the billows gather around him, and heart and flesh fail him, the same voice sounds in his ears, "Fear not; I am with thee; be not dismayed; I am thy God."
As he nears the borders of the infinite unknown, and is almost affrighted to enter the realm of shades, Jesus says, "Fear not, it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom."
Thus strengthened and consoled, the believer is not afraid to die; nay, he is even willing to depart, for since he has seen Jesus as the morning star, he longs to gaze upon Him as the sun in his strength.
Truly, the presence of Jesus is all the heaven we desire. He is at once "The glory of our brightest days; The comfort of our nights."
C. H. Spurgeon
Friday, July 3, 2009
True Spiritual Life
There are many Christians who are always steadily at 'church work' and apparently with fervor too. Yet too little communion with God shows that they are not really growing spiritually. They work so much more than they pray, that they soon become like vessels without oil.
The true spiritual life is different from all this. It is a thing of intensity and depth. It ever carries about with it the air of calm and restful dignity, of inward power and greatness. It is fervent, but not feverish; energetic, but not excited; speedy in its doings, but not hasty; prudent, but not timid or selfish; resolute and fearless, but not rash; unobtrusive and at times it may be silent, yet making all around to feel its influence; full of joy and peace, yet without parade or noise; overflowing in tenderness and love, yet at the same time, faithful and true.
This is true spiritual life! Are you so busy doing 'church work', that your personal relationship with Jesus is suffering?"
True spiritual life!
from Horatio Bonar's "The Night of Weeping"
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Romantic Dreams?
"Man is always seeking happiness in some shape or other, in the things of this world. He does not see or feel that outside of God, happiness is impossible; and that to seek it in 'the creature' is to add sin to sin. But look at this vain attempt in a variety of instances.
Look at people young in life. What romantic prospects dance before their eyes! "What dreams of love and home by flowery streams!" But what a rude shock do these 'dreams of earthly happiness' usually experience! This is true of most, if not all, who build their hopes of happiness on 'the creature'. But particularly so in the case of the family of God. How jealous is He of all such schemes of earthly bliss--and how, sooner or later, He shatters them all by His mighty hand!
Look, for instance, at health, that indispensable element of all earthly happiness! What a rude shock many of the dear family of God have experienced in their earthly tabernacle, even in their youthful days, by accident or disease, so as to mar all earthly happiness almost before the race of life was begun!
Look again at wedded happiness--that "perpetual fountain of domestic sweets"--how bitter a drop often falls from the hands of God into that honeyed cup! Why does that mourning widow sigh? Why does her heart swell, and her eye run over? What does that scalding drop on her cheek mean?
How many a blooming daughter has faded away in consumption before a mother's eye! How many a fine strong son has been cut down by an accident--or sudden illness has borne him away to the cold grave, in the very pride and prospect of life!
But apart from these elements of shattered and broken creature happiness, what disappointment, what vexation, what sorrow and care we find in everything we put our hands to! Even with health and home unbroken, wife and child untouched by death's cold hand, there is sin and misery enough in a man's own bosom to fill his heart with continual sorrow!
Thus wisely and mercifully, all our attempts to grasp earthly happiness fail and come to nothing.
Child of grace, do not murmur at the hand of the Lord which has broken your 'dreams of creature happiness'. God does not intend that you should have your heaven here on earth, nor live after the fashion of this world. It is a kind hand, though a rough one, which blasts all your schemes of creature happiness, which breaks your body into pieces with sickness, blights all your prospects of wealth, and fame, and reputation, and ambition, and pours bitter gall into each honeyed cup.
Why does the Lord brake all your earthly schemes of human happiness? Why does He blight all . . . your prospects, your plans of ambition and of success in life, your romantic dreams of pleasure and earthly joy?
That they may all be removed out of your hearts' affections; and give you happiness which shall endure forever and ever!
"Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe." Hebrews 12:2
(J. C. Philpot, "A Kingdom Which Cannot Be Moved" 1862)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Love . . .
Summer
Then followed that beautiful season...
Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Astilbe
What is one to say about June,
the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
~Gertrude Jekyll
Disappointments or Divine Appointments?
"Godliness with contentment is great gain."
1 Timothy 6:6
"There is many a thing which the world calls 'disappointment', but there is no such a word in the 'dictionary of faith'. What to others are disappointments, are divine appointments to believers.
If two angels were sent down from heaven--one to conduct an empire, and the other to sweep a street--they would feel no inclination to change employments."
"I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in need." Philippians 4:11-12
John Newton
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Gathering Flowers
However, I just learned about this site where you can look up a product to see if there are any unsafe ingredients in it:
Having encountered serious health issues related to formeldehyde some years back, I have long been concerned about potential allergens in products but there is now an increasing concern over carcinogens. So many people around me are having health problems that one has to wonder what we are doing to ourselves.
One of my favorite books is by Valerie Ann Worwood entitled:
"The Complete Book of Essential Oils & Aromatherapy"
which contains over six hundred natural, non-toxic & fragrant recipes to create health, beauty and a safe home environment
Upon just reading on the website aforementioned that my "natural" lavender deodorant sold in health food stores is rated ten on a scale of one to ten, being among the worst, I am horrified! (Of course it isn't the lavender that is the problem but some of the other ingredients.) So . . . I am headed to the herb garden for some healthy solutions! Additional ingredients are readily obtained through
http://www.mountainroseherbs.com/
More ideas and recipes for cleaners are available online at
and
http://www.thefamilyhomestead.com/homemadehouseholdcleaners.htm
Mountain Rose has a wealth of info and also lots of ready-made products. Another excellent source is
A Strange New Dimness
When things go wrong, we tend to look at ourselves thinking "Oh! Woe is me!" Far better is it to look to God in His Word Who shall not fail you, He promised . . .
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There's a light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion-
For more than conquerors we are!
His Word shall not fail you-He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!
This hymn was first published in Glad Songs, by the British National Sunday School Union. Its lyrics were inspired by the Gospel tract Focused, by Lilias Trotter, which included these words:
So then, turn your eyes upon Him, look full into His face and you will find that the things of earth will acquire a strange new dimness.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Simple Woman's Daybook
It is sunny with brilliantly blue sky decorated with huge fluffy white clouds drifting along in the gentle summery breeze. Earlier on, it was very humid but the air seems to have cleared. It is in the mid seventies, warmer in the sunshine of course.
I am thinking...
Of the nice time I had with our oldest daughter this morning working transplanting some things into her garden. Then we had strawberry/blackcap shortcake under the big old shade trees in her Adirondack chairs. She and her beloved live in an old haybarn converted to three apartments set way back on a country lane. You drive through an old apple orchard to get to its setting high on a bank above the meandering creek. Love to go there and she is such a gracious hostess.
On Saturday, our youngest daughter was here much of the day and what a pleasant time we had then too. I admire our girls so much!
I am thankful for...
the joy of dear family and the wonderfully good times we share together. I always hoped it would be like this!
From the kitchen...
I have two quarts of freshly picked raspberries in the frig and plan to make shortcake! Also plan to make more gooseberry preserves unless someone suggests a better idea.
I am wearing...
A favorite very comfy brownish green (or is it greenish brown?) straight skirt with a gold vee neck tee with 3/4 sleeves and barefootin'. Hair is upswept as usual and I have on the same ole gold locket, earrings and bracelet.
I am creating...
lots of mental lists of things I should do this week. Helps keep me efficient and organized, but I always try to allow for glitches and interuptions by prioritization. That way, the things I might not get done don't matter so much.
I am going...
to transplant some of the daisies that have self-sown in the pergola to the perennial garden where the other plants will help keep them from flopping over. Don't plan to go much of anywhere because my car is still in the shop . . . sounds serious and expensive. So it goes. :-)
I am reading...
Herb Companion, Herb Quarterly and Grit in the bathtub and my beloved Bible along with more of the Puritan's writings. I love to read but my Bible is a priority and hard to put down.
I am hoping...
That all the plants we transplanted this morning do well. More rain is predicted so I think I will go do some more here.
I am hearing...
Just the soft tick of the clock and a fan humming.
Around the house...
Everything is pretty much in order, fresh, clean and neat. That is such a good feeling! I plan to go outside shortly to work in the garden again.
One of my favorite things...
Memories of good times and special people.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Haven't really made any quite yet . . .
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The tender sympathies,
the delicate affections,
the minute attentions,
the watchful solicitudes,
the ceaseless kindnesses of marital love,
--are the sweetest ingredients in the cup of life,
and contribute a thousand times more to earthly enjoyment, than all the possessions of wealth, and all the blandishments of rank, station, and fashion."
(James, "The Widow Directed to the Widow's God" 1841)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
"Let every man abide in the same calling wherein he was called."
-1 Corinthians 7:20.
"SOME persons have the foolish notion that the only way in which they can live for God is by becoming ministers, missionaries, or Bible women. Alas! how many would be shut out from any opportunity of magnifying the Most High if this were the case.
Beloved, it is not office, it is earnestness; it is not position, it is grace which will enable us to glorify God. God is most surely glorified in that cobbler's stall, where the godly worker, as he plies the awl, sings of the Saviour's love, ay, glorified far more than in many a prebendal stall where official religiousness performs its scanty duties. The name of Jesus is glorified by the poor unlearned carter as he drives his horse, and blesses his God, or speaks to his fellow labourer by the roadside, as much as by the popular divine who, throughout the country, like Boanerges, is thundering out the gospel. God is glorified by our serving Him in our proper vocations. Take care, dear reader, that you do not forsake the path of duty by leaving your occupation, and take care you do not dishonour your profession while in it. Think little of yourselves, but do not think too little of your callings. Every lawful trade may be sanctified by the gospel to noblest ends. Turn to the Bible, and you will find the most menial forms of labour connected either with most daring deeds of faith, or with persons whose lives have been illustrious for holiness.
Therefore be not discontented with your calling. Whatever God has made your position, or your work, abide in that, unless you are quite sure that he calls you to something else. Let your first care be to glorify God to the utmost of your power where you are. Fill your present sphere to His praise, and if He needs you in another He will show it you. This evening lay aside vexatious ambition, and embrace peaceful content."
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Remember hiding when the times were so good you didn't want them to end? I do! We didn't want our friend to go home. Our mothers called and called.
Our parents knew best. Sometimes we did not agree but maybe that wasn't quite the point. Could it be that there is something else to be learned that is even more important?
"Time and again, the Word of God calls us to be in subjection to authority. If there is a place where this call should be especially steady and certain, it is the family. And it is a happy family who cultivates this habit of subordination.
God has assigned the years of childhood and youth to parental control. This wise and generous arrangement simply cannot be upended without jeopardizing the best interests of our children for time and eternity.
It is an arrangement that will preserve a child from a thousand evils. The spirit that considers a parent's wishes-that hesitates to violate a parent's authority-that prefers to sacrifice its own gratification-this spirit is one of the strongest shields that can be thrown around youthful character.
In fact, this spirit of submission helps lead to early purity. Not every dutiful child is pure, but it certainly is more likely that such a child will become so, rather than one of an obstinate, unbending temper."
CHRISTIAN PARENTING by Gardiner Spring (1785-1873) I. ESSENTIAL TRUTHS TO TEACH OUR CHILDREN 1. Subjection to Authority
Friday, June 26, 2009

"READER, can you find rest apart from the ark, Christ Jesus? Then be assured that your religion is vain. Are you satisfied with anything short of a conscious knowledge of your union and interest in Christ? Then woe unto you. If you profess to be a Christian, yet find full satisfaction in worldly pleasures and pursuits, your profession is false. If your soul can stretch herself at rest, and find the bed long enough, and the coverlet broad enough to cover her in the chambers of sin, then you are a hypocrite, and far enough from any right thoughts of Christ or perception of His preciousness.
But if, on the other hand, you feel that if you could indulge in sin without punishment, yet it would be a punishment of itself; and that if you could have the whole world, and abide in it for ever, it would be quite enough misery not to be parted from it; for your God-your God-is what your soul craves after; then be of good courage, thou art a child of God.
With all thy sins and imperfections, take this to thy comfort: if thy soul has no rest in sin, thou are not as the sinner is! If thou art still crying after and craving after something better, Christ has not forgotten thee, for thou hast not quite forgotten Him.
The believer cannot do without his Lord; words are inadequate to express his thoughts of Him. We cannot live on the sands of the wilderness, we want the manna which drops from on high; our skin bottles of creature confidence cannot yield us a drop of moisture, but we drink of the rock which follows us, and that rock is Christ.
When you feed on Him your soul can sing, "He hath satisfied my mouth with good things, so that my youth is renewed like the eagle's," but if you have Him not, your bursting wine vat and well-filled barn can give you no sort of satisfaction: rather lament over them in the words of wisdom, "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!"'
Charles Haddon Spurgeon - Morning and Evening
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Late June in the Gardens after a Rain
These are one of my favourites, the first which were given to me by my sister-in-law whose gardens are the loveliest I have ever seen on the banks of a meandering northcountry river.
The Poppies and red Climbing Don Juan Rose are starting to bloom, as are a few of the Sweet Peas from Grandma's garden and some Heavenly Blue Morning Glories which are difficult to see in this light. The Wisteria grown from seed from a dear friend's garden and the spectacular Josephone Clematis are about done blooming as is the Wild Briar Rose.
Beautiful Medicines
It happens that herbal medicine is a subject of great interest to me. That "we are what we eat" is more of a reality than we realize.
But even more important and surprising is the fact that
"Trials are medicines which our gracious and wise Physician prescribes, because we need them. He proportions the frequency and weight of them--to what our case requires.
Let us trust in His skill--and thank Him for His prescription!"
(Letters of John Newton)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
"His leaf also shall not wither . . . "
"We have many things in our possession at the present moment which can be shaken, and it ill becomes a Christian man to set much store by them, for there is nothing stable beneath these rolling skies; change is written upon all things.
Yet, we have certain "things which cannot be shaken," and I invite you this evening to think of them, that if the things which can be shaken should all be taken away, you may derive real comfort from the things that cannot be shaken, which will remain.
Whatever your losses have been, or may be, you enjoy present salvation. You are standing at the foot of His cross, trusting alone in the merit of Jesus' precious blood, and no rise or fall of the markets can interfere with your salvation in Him; no breaking of banks, no failures and bankruptcies can touch that. Then you are a child of God this evening. God is your Father. No change of circumstances can ever rob you of that.
Although by losses brought to poverty, and stripped bare, you can say, "He is my Father still. In my Father's house are many mansions; therefore will I not be troubled." You have another permanent blessing, namely, the love of Jesus Christ. He who is God and Man loves you with all the strength of His affectionate nature-nothing can affect that.
The fig tree may not blossom, and the flocks may cease from the field, it matters not to the man who can sing, "My Beloved is mine, and I am His." Our best portion and richest heritage we cannot lose.
Whatever troubles come, let us play the man; let us show that we are not such little children as to be cast down by what may happen in this poor fleeting state of time.
Our country is Immanuel's land, our hope is above the sky, and therefore, calm as the summer's ocean; we will see the wreck of everything earthborn, and yet rejoice in the God of our salvation."
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Out of the Abundance of the Heart . . .
"To the same purpose, the apostle James proposes to all who make a profession of the gospel, a searching criterion of their sincerity, when he says, "If anyone considers himself religious, and yet does not keep a tight bridle on his tongue--he deceives himself and his religion is worthless!" James supposes that the grace of God in a true believer will check the evils of the heart, and prevent them from breaking out by the tongue.
The grace of God will necessarily influence and govern the tongues of those who partake of it, in what they say when they speak of God, of themselves, and of or to their fellow-creatures.
Having seen a glimpse of the holiness and majesty, the glory and the grace, of the great God with whom they have to do--their hearts are impressed with reverence, and therefore there is a seriousness in their language. They cannot speak lightly of God, or of His ways. One would suppose that no person, who even but seems to be pious, can directly and expressly profane His glorious name.
But there is a careless and flippant manner of speaking of the great God, which is very disgusting and very suspicious. Likewise, the hearts of believers teach their mouths to speak honorably of God under all their afflictions and crosses, acknowledging the wisdom and the mercy of His painful dispensations. And, if an impatient word escapes them--it grieves and humbles them, as quite unfitting to their situation as His creatures, and especially as sinful creatures, who have always reason to acknowledge, that it is of the Lord's mercy alone--that they are not wholly consumed.
When they speak of themselves, their tongues are bridled, and restrained from boasting. They speak as befits poor, unworthy creatures--because they feel themselves to be such! In what they say, either of their comforts or of their sorrows, sincerity dictates a simplicity which cannot be easily counterfeited.
In what they say of or to others, the tongues of believers are bridled by a heart-felt regard to truth, love and purity.
Where saving grace is in the heart--the tongue will be bridled by the law of TRUTH. It is grievous to see how nearly and readily some professors will venture upon the borders of a lie; either . . . to defend their own conduct, to avoid some inconvenience, to procure a supposed advantage, or sometimes merely to embellish a story!
Where instances of this kind are frequent, I hardly know a fouler blot in profession, or which can give a more just warrant to fear that such professors know nothing aright, either of God or themselves! The Lord is a God of truth; and He teaches His servants to hate and abhor lying, and to speak the truth from their hearts. I may add likewise, with regard to promises--that the person, whose simple word may not be safely depended upon--scarcely deserves the name of a Christian!
Where grace is in the heart, the tongue will likewise be bridled by the law of LOVE. If we love our neighbor--can we lightly speak evil of him, magnify his failings, or use provoking or insulting language to him? Love thinks no evil--but bears, hopes and endures. Love acts by the golden rule, to "Do unto others--what you would like them to do unto you." Those who are under the influence of Christian love, will be gentle and compassionate, disposed to make the most favorable allowances, and of course their tongues will be restrained from the language of malevolence, harsh censure, and slander--which are as familiar to us as our mother tongue--until we are made partakers of the grace of God.
The tongue is also bridled by a regard to PURITY, agreeable to the precepts, "Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths!" "Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking!" Ephesians 4:29, 5:4.
Grace has taught believers to hate these things! How then can their tongues speak of them?
There are false professors, indeed, who can suit their language to their company. When with the people of God--they call talk very seriously. But at other times, they are well pleased to join in vain, frothy and evil conversation. But this double-mindedness is of itself, sufficient to discredit all their pretenses to a pious character.
Upon the whole, though perfection is not to be expected, though true believers may, on some occasions, speak rashly, and have great cause for humiliation, watchfulness, and prayer, with respect to the government of their tongues; yet Scripture authorizes this conclusion: That, if the tongue is frequently without a bridle; if it may be observed, that a person often speaks . . . lightly of God and of divine things, proudly of himself, and harshly of his fellow-creatures; if he is a liar, a talebearer, a railer, a flatterer or a jester--then, whatever other good qualities he may seem to possess--his speech betrays him! He deceives himself, and his religion is worthless!
Let us think of these things, and entreat the Lord to cast the salt of His grace into the fountain of our hearts--that the streams of our conversation may be wholesome."
Letters of John Newton
Monday, June 22, 2009
Poppy at Nightfall
Early Nightfall
By Scharmel Iris
THE PALE day drowses on the western steep;
The toiler faints along the marge of sleep
Within the sunset-press, incarnadine,
The sun, a peasant, tramples out his wine.
Ah, scattered gold rests on the twilight streams;
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
Night with the sickle-moon engarners wheat,
And binds the sheaves of stars beneath her feet.
Rest, weary heart, and every flight-worn bird!
The brooklet of the meadow lies unstirred.
Sleep, every soul, against a comrade breast!
God grant you peace, and guard you in your rest.
Daybook

FOR TODAY...
Outside my window...
It is warm, cloudy and a bit humid with more rain imminent. The birds are singing and I can hear more traffic noise as a tree service works clearing the power company's right away of under growth in the woods between here and the main road.
I am thinking...
That the traffic has increased dramatically the past few years and wonder about the price of progress.
I am thankful for...
The joy of family as we celebrated the blessings of the fathers in our lives yesterday with a gourmet brunch at our youngest daughter's home. Oh! What good food and good times together!
From the kitchen...
I usually do some baking on Saturday so the cookie jar is full and so is the glass covered cake plate. I froze several heads of broccoli and should cut more and start drying herbs this week.
I am wearing...
A light mid calf length straight skirt of denim with a blue mini ribbed tee with satin trim, a fine gold bracelet, locket and earrings with hair up as usual. Feet are bare. (My beloved likes that.)
I am creating...
A new project on my floor loom, a sample to test for shrinkage.
I am going...
Nowhere soon as my car is still in the garage - eleven days now. They think it is the timing belt - major expense probably. So it goes. Good thing I don't need it right away.
I am reading...
My Bible and Spurgeon's Morning and Evening, a book on Puritan prayer and devotionals and poetry, a couple new Herb magazines and other miscellaneous things.
I am hoping...
*smile*
I am hearing...
At least four chainsaws! So it goes.
Around the house...
Just finished vacuuming and watering all the inside plants so everything is in order.
One of my favorite things...
Good poetry has long been a special joy. It is nice that our oldest is a writer of such, a gift that goes back generations.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Routine weeding, cooking, cleaning, lawn mowing, trimming, plus some "putting up" and weaving.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Resting
Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon thee,
As thy beauty fills my soul,
For by thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of thy loving heart.
O how great thy lovingkindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O how marvelous thy goodness
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is thine,
Know thy certainty of promise
And have made it mine.
Simply trusting thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold thee as thou art,
And thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed.
Ever lift thy face upon me
As I work and wait for thee;
Resting 'neath thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth's dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father's glory,
Sunshine of my Father's face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with thy grace.
Jean Pigott (1876)
Original Trinity Hymnal, #139
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Disappointments
"I would teach you a way to be never be disappointed."
(The following is a letter of John Newton to his 13 year old adopted daughter, who was away at school)
"The LORD does whatever pleases Him--in the heavens and on the earth, in the seas and all their depths!" Psalm 135:6
My dear Betsy,
How vain are all things here below! "Vanity of vanities!" says the preacher. And you, and I, and your mamma, may say so likewise; for we all counted upon seeing you last Sunday. We listened at the door--and peeped out of the window--but no Betsy came! Now we will venture to expect you next Sunday.
Indeed, it is not amiss that you should now and then meet with a hindrance--that you may learn, if possible--not to count too much on what tomorrow may do for you--and that you may begin to feel the impossibility of being happy, any further than your will is brought into submission to the will of God. In order to learn this--you must have your own will frequently crossed. And things do and will turn out, almost daily in one way or other--contrary to our wishes and expectations.
When such disappointments happen--most people fret and fume! They are angry and impatient! But others, who are in the Lord's school, and desirous of being taught by Him--get benefit by these things, and sometimes find more pleasure in yielding to His appointments, though contrary to their own wills--than they would have done, if all had happened just as they had desired!
I wish for you my dear child, to think much of the Lord's governing providence. It extends to the minutest concerns. He rules and manages all things; but in so secret a way, that most people think that He does nothing. When, in reality--He does ALL!
He appointed the time of your coming into the world. And the day and hour of your coming home from school to us--totally depends upon Him likewise! Nor can you safely travel one step of the road--without His protection and care over you!
It may now seem a small matter to you and I, whether you came home last Sunday--or are to come home next Sunday. But we know not what different consequences may depend upon the day--we know not what hidden danger you might have escaped by staying at school last Sunday. The Lord knows all things! He foresees every possible consequence! Often what we call disappointments, are really mercies from Him to save us from harm!
If I could teach you a lesson, which, as yet, I have but poorly learned myself--I would teach you a way to be never be disappointed. This would be the case--if you could always form a right judgment of this world, and all things in it.
If you go to a bramble-bush to look for grapes--you must be disappointed; but then you are old enough to know that grapes never grow upon brambles. So, if you expect much pleasure here in this world--you will not find it. But you ought not to say you are disappointed, because the Scripture plainly warned you beforehand, to look for crosses, trials and hindrances, every day. If you expect such things--you will not be disappointed when they happen!"
At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship and said: Naked I came from my mother's womb--and naked I will depart. The Lord gave--and the Lord has taken away! May the name of the Lord be praised!" Job 1:20-21
Friday, June 19, 2009
The Garden of my Heart
This passage came to mind as I looked about me in wide-eyed wonder, my weary body and grateful heart yearning for my Beloved's good pleasure:
"I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse."-Song of Solomon 5:1.
"The heart of the believer is Christ's garden. He bought it with His precious blood, and He enters it and claims it as His own.
A garden implies separation. It is not the open common; it is not a wilderness; it is walled around, or hedged in. Would that we could see the wall of separation between the church and the world made broader and stronger. It makes one sad to hear Christians saying, "Well, there is no harm in this; there is no harm in that," thus getting as near to the world as possible. Grace is at a low ebb in that soul which can even raise the question of how far it may go in worldly conformity.
A garden is a place of beauty, it far surpasses the wild uncultivated lands. The genuine Christian must seek to be more excellent in his life than the best moralist, because Christ's garden ought to produce the best flowers in all the world. Even the best is poor compared with Christ's deservings; let us not put Him off with withering and dwarf plants. The rarest, richest, choicest lilies and roses ought to bloom in the place which Jesus calls His own.
The garden is a place of growth. The saints are not to remain undeveloped, always mere buds and blossoms. We should grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Growth should be rapid where Jesus is the Husbandman, and the Holy Spirit the dew from above.
A garden is a place of retirement. So the Lord Jesus Christ would have us reserve our souls as a place in which He can manifest Himself, as He doth not unto the world.
O that Christians were more retired, that they kept their hearts more closely shut up for Christ! We often worry and trouble ourselves, like Martha, with much serving, so that we have not the room for Christ that Mary had, and do not sit at His feet as we should. The Lord grant the sweet showers of His grace to water His garden this day."
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Calm in Mid June
I have often thought longingly of my father who died when I was barely six and wished for such loving care as portrayed here following, but now I have the guidance, peace and comfort of my Heavenly Father who and which is even more precious and true. God works in wondrous, mysterious ways!
(The following is a letter of John Newton to his 14 year old adopted daughter, who was away at school)
"He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm!" Luke 8:24
My dear Betsy,
Sometimes, when I consider what a world you are growing up into, and what snares and dangers young people are exposed to, with little experience to help them--I have some painful feelings for you!
The other day I was at the harbor, and saw a ship launched--she slipped easily into the water; the people on board cheered; the ship looked clean and mirthful, she was freshly painted, and her colors flying. But I looked at her with a sort of pity, "Poor ship!" I thought, "you are now in port and in safety; but before long you must go into the wild sea! Who can tell what storms you may meet with hereafter, and to what hazards you may be exposed! How weather-beaten you may be before you return to port again, or perhaps you may return at all!"
Then my thoughts turned from the ship--to my dear Betsy. The ship seemed to be an emblem of your present state--you are now, as it were, in a safe harbor; but by and by you must launch out into the world, which may well be compared to a tempestuous sea. I could even now almost weep at the resemblance! But I take courage, as my hopes are greater than my fears. I know there is an infallible Pilot, who has the winds and the waves at His command! There is hardly a day passes, in which I do not entreat Him to take charge of you. Under His care--I know you will be safe. He can guide you, unhurt, amidst the storms, and rocks, and dangers--by which you might otherwise suffer--and bring you, at last, safely to the haven of His eternal rest!
"Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water--and they obey Him!" Luke 8:25
I hope you will seek Him while you are young--then you will be happy, and I shall rejoice. Nothing will satisfy me but this! Though I should live to see you settled to the greatest advantage in temporal matters--unless you love Him, and live in His fear and favor--you would be quite miserable! I think it would nearly break my heart; for, next to your dear mamma, there is nothing so dear to me in this world as you! But the Lord gave you to me--and many a time upon my knees, I have given you back to Him. Therefore I hope you must, and will, and shall be His!
I am, with great tenderness, my dear child,
Your very affectionate father
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Purpose
The Rose
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love, in the spring
Becomes the rose.
Lyrics and Song Music by Amanda Mc Broom
Dews of Quietness
The prevailing idea seems to be, that I come to God and ask Him for something that I want, and that I expect Him to give me that which I have asked. But this is a most dishonouring and degrading conception. The popular belief reduces God to a servant, our servant: doing our bidding, performing our pleasure, granting our desires.
No, prayer is a coming to God, telling Him my need, committing my way unto the Lord, and leaving Him to deal with it as seemeth Him best.
-Arthur W. Pink
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
forgive our foolish ways;
reclothe us in our rightful mind,
in purer lives thy service find,
in deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,
beside the Syrian sea,
the gracious calling of the Lord,
let us, like them, without a word,
rise up and follow thee.
O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
O calm of hills above,
where Jesus knelt to share with thee
the silence of eternity,
interpreted by love!
Drop thy still dews of quietness,
till all our strivings cease;
take from our souls the strain and stress,
and let our ordered lives confess
the beauty of thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
thy coolness and thy balm;
let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.
HYMN NOTES COMPOSER Frederick C. Maker, 1887 AUTHOR John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872
TOPIC Meditation and Prayer SCRIPTURAL ALLUSION [1]Luke 8:35 [2]Mark 1:16-18 [5]1 Kings 19:11
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Eventide
CALM is the fragrant air, and loth to lose
Day's grateful warmth, tho' moist with falling dews.
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!
The birds, of late so noisy in their bowers,
Warbled a while with faint and fainter powers,
But now are silent as the dim-seen flowers:
Nor does the village Church-clock's iron tone 10
The time's and season's influence disown;
Nine beats distinctly to each other bound
In drowsy sequence--how unlike the sound
That, in rough winter, oft inflicts a fear
On fireside listeners, doubting what they hear!
The shepherd, bent on rising with the sun,
Had closed his door before the day was done,
And now with thankful heart to bed doth creep,
And joins his little children in their sleep.
The bat, lured forth where trees the lane o'ershade, 20
Flits and reflits along the close arcade;
The busy dor-hawk chases the white moth
With burring note, which Industry and Sloth
Might both be pleased with, for it suits them both.
A stream is heard--I see it not, but know
By its soft music whence the waters flow:
Wheels and the tread of hoofs are heard no more;
One boat there was, but it will touch the shore
With the next dipping of its slackened oar;
Faint sound, that, for the gayest of the gay, 30
Might give to serious thought a moment's sway,
As a last token of man's toilsome day!
William Wordsworth
Breath
"Real prayer is communion with God, so that there will be common thoughts between His mind and ours. What is needed is for Him to fill our hearts with His thoughts, and then His desires will become our desires flowing back to Him."
-Arthur W. Pink
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what Thou wouldst do.
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with Thee I will one will,
To do and to endure.
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Blend all my soul with Thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.
Breathe on me, breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity.
Edwin Hatch (1835-1889) Words: Edwin Hatch, 1878; first appeared in a private printing of Between Doubt and Prayer.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Daybook

FOR TODAY...
Outside my window...
This day is simply glorious after a cleansing thunderstorm late last night with heavy rains cleansed the air and watered the gardens. Actually, I slept through the whole thing!
I am thinking...
That this week promises to be busy but with pleasant temperatures to work outside and to enjoy the miracles of spring.
I am thankful for...
The blessings of knowing the One in control Who doeth all things well. It is a marvelous feeling to hear the thundering and know it is as the voice of God and to think of His wondrous power!
From the kitchen...
We had friends for a thoroughly enjoyable supper Saturday evening (parents of our youngest daughter's beau) so there are some leftovers that we are looking forward to enjoying. They also brought scrumptious coconut macaroons drizzled with chocolate and garnished with chopped butternuts. Mmmm! We planned to grill but a torrential rain changed those plans so we used to Jenn Air grill which we've seldom done. The hardest part was finding the grill unit as I forgot which cupboard it was in!
I am wearing...
A tan twill skirt and a pale gold scoop neck tee; hair is in the usual upswept style, feet are cool and bare and a fine gold bracelet, earrings and locket are the usual accessories. If it cools down or I go out, I will add a scarf.
I am creating...
The materials needed for new dried flower arrangements so will start gathering rosebuds, Larkspur, Yarrow, various herbs and such which will be hung in my garden shed to dry until autumn. The flowers look and smell so pretty as they dry, another thrill to the senses!
I am going...
With our oldest daughter to visit a delightful friend and her two beautiful little ones mid week.
I am reading...
More of the deep and inspirational writings of our Puritan forefathers and my Bible as usual.
I am hoping...
My car will not be a major fix. It quit at the intersection a couple miles from home and had to be taken by flat bed to the garage. I am glad I have AAA and was able to roll it unto the shoulder. Had just finished some marketing.
I am hearing..
The soft ticking of the clock as I enjoy the peacefulness of our surroundings. A friend commented a while back that silence is a rare commodity and I think about that.
Around the house...
The whites are on the clothes line blowing gently in the breeze and I just finished vacuuming. I am looking forward to the fresh garden-scented lace tablecloth going back on the dining room table and pressing the antique linen napkins with misted with Lavender water.
One of my favorite things...
Cards and notes of endearment from the special people in my life.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Routine! :-)
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
Above is a (cell phone) photo just taken of the view beside me as I write. I love the way the light filters through the lace and creates soft patterns on the floor.
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The Wife
John Ruskin talks to young women of the etymology of the name 'wife'-"What do you think the beautiful word 'wife' comes from?" he asks. "It means 'weaver.' You must either be house-wives or house-moths; remember that.
In the deep sense, you must weave men's fortunes, and embroider them, or feed upon them, and bring them to decay.
Wherever a true wife comes, home is always around her. The stars may be the canopy over her head, the glow-worm in the night's cold grass be the fire at her feet, but home is where she is; and for a noble woman it stretches far around her,-better than houses with ceilings of cedar, or with paintings of the masters, shedding its quiet light for those who else were homeless."
J R Miller (1894)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Grace and Faith
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know;
And seek more earnestly His face.
Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust has answered prayer;
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair!
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He'd answer my request;
And by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins--and give me rest!
Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part!
Yes more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe!
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds--and laid me low!
"Lord, why is this!" I trembling cried,
"Will you pursue your worm to death?"
"This is the way," the Lord replied,
"I answer prayer for grace and faith."
"These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set you free;
And break your schemes of earthly joy,
That you may seek your all in Me!"
John Newton
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Morning
(Urns of Impatients and Ivy)
Guarding the heart has never been more important than now as we are increasingly besought on every side with the ways and enticements of the world. Some seem so innocent.
Compassionate Lord
Thy mercies have brought me to the dawn of a new day,
Vain will be its gift unless I grow in grace,
Increase in knowledge,
Ripen for spiritual harvest.
Let me this day know thee as thou art,
Love thee supremely,
Serve thee wholly,
Admire thee fully.
Through grace let my will respond to thee,
Knowing that power to obey is not in me,
but that thy free love alone enables me to serve thee.
Here then is my empty heart,
Overflow it with choicest gifts;
That thy free love alone enables me to serve thee.
Here then is my blind understanding,
Chase away bits mists of ignorance.
O ever watchful shepherd,
Lead, guide, tend me this day;
Without thy restraining rod I err and stray;
Hedge up my path lest I wander into some unwholesome pleasure,
And drink its poisonous streams;
Direct my feet that I not be entangled in Satan's secret snares,
Nor fall into his hidden traps.
Defend me from assailing foes,
From evil circumstances,
From myself.
My adversaries are part and parcel of my nature;
They cling to me as my very skin;
I cannot escape their contact.
In my rising up and sitting down they barnacle me;
They entice me with constant baits;
My enemy is within the citadel;
Come with mighty power and cast him out, pierce him to death,
and abolish in me every particle of carnal life this day.
The Valley of Vision - a Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotion
Friday, June 12, 2009
Our Homes
T. L. Cuyler
