Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Monday, October 24, 2011

At the behest of my daughter...

At the behest of my daughter, I am being dragged kicking and screaming--well, squirming and fretting--into the 21st century, even though she knows full well I barely made it into the 20th before it passed into history.  Hence, this blog.  I now have a blog. Imagine!

If you are hoping to read something informative, serious, and profound, you have come to the wrong place--er, blog. If you are not inclined to take me--or yourself, for that matter--too seriously, we may hit it off fine.

We'll just see how this goes...

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