sunrise
- grain headed out
“Be still, sad soul! life thou no passionate cry,
But spread the desert of thy being bare
To the full searching of the All-seeing eye;
Wait! and through dark misgiving, black despair,
God will come down in pity, and fill the dry
Dead place with light, and life, and vernal air.
by J.C. Sharip
But spread the desert of thy being bare
To the full searching of the All-seeing eye;
Wait! and through dark misgiving, black despair,
God will come down in pity, and fill the dry
Dead place with light, and life, and vernal air.
by J.C. Sharip
Right now I feel so overwhelmed with the work that needs to be done, now that we are back at the farm. So much weeding to do, so little time before we head down to TX for a wedding and then to AZ. The weeds will have to wait, now I have to pack and get organized to see all the different people I must see. I must hold on to the promise that despite jetlag and strange hours I’m keeping, that God is superintending all the details.
