God on the Mountain

A song for the moment...not a hymn really, but it has a few worthy truths, and how appropriate following a week of camp "on the mountain."  

"God on the Mountain"

 Life is easy, when you're on the mountain
And you have peace of mind, like you've never known.
But things change, when you're down in the valley.
Don't lose faith, for you're never alone.

CHORUS
For the God on the mountain is still God in the valley.
When things seem wrong, He'll make them right.
And the God of the good times is still God in the bad times.
The God of the day is still God in the night.

You talk of faith way up on the mountain.
Faith comes easy when life's at its best.
But down in the valleys of trials and temptations
We can see faith really put to the test.

CHORUS

I Corinthians 10:13  "But God is faithful" - Hallelujah!

Still "Running the Lake"

With a little change of scenery...and about 1,400 miles, of course.

Thinking about you, Mrs. Fox.  It's about time to start mowing, right?  Lot's of afternoons out at your place with those blessed mowers & the temperamental trimmer.  Missing Jenny, too.  Went back to read some of Jessica's Jenni-"isms."   Good memories, I'm sure.  Makes me miss Lindsey-bop.  Hope you have a good day!  

Daily Poem - Loving this One!

John Godfrey Saxe. 1816–1887

114. Early Rising

"GOD bless the man who first invented sleep!"
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:
And bless him, also, that he did n't keep
His great discovery to himself; nor try
To make it—as the lucky fellow might—	5
A close monopoly by patent-right!
Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep
(I really can't avoid the iteration),
But blast the man, with curses loud and deep,
Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station,	10
Who first invented, and went round advising,
That artificial cut-off, Early Rising!
"Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed,"
Observes some solemn, sentimental owl;
Maxims like these are very cheaply said;	15
But, ere you make yourself a fool or fowl,
Pray just inquire about his rise and fall,
And whether larks have any beds at all!
The time for honest folks to be a-bed
Is in the morning, if I reason right;	20
And he who cannot keep his precious head
Upon his pillow till it 's fairly light,
And so enjoy his forty morning winks,
Is up to knavery; or else—he drinks!
Thomson, who sung about the "Seasons," said	25
It was a glorious thing to rise in season;
But then he said it—lying—in his bed,
At ten o'clock A.M.,—the very reason
He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is,
His preaching was n't sanctioned by his practice.	30
'T is, doubtless, well to be sometimes awake,—
Awake to duty, and awake to truth,—
But when, alas! a nice review we take
Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth,
The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep	35
Are those we passed in childhood or asleep!
'T is beautiful to leave the world awhile
For the soft visions of the gentle night;
And free, at last, from mortal care or guile,
To live as only in the angels' sight,	40
In sleep's sweet realm so cosily shut in,
Where, at the worst, we only dream of sin!
So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise.
I like the lad who, when his father thought
To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase	45
Of vagrant worm by early songster caught,
Cried, "Served him right!—it 's not at all surprising;
The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!"

4:30p.m. On an Winter Afternoon

When the clouds finally clear from the tops of the mountains & all you see is white (speaking of the higher peaks there, of course)...that's an amazing moment!  I always feel like I can understand a little of the Israelites mind when Moses was on the mountain for 40 days.  Yes, I begin to wonder, What's happening up there?  Will it still be there when the clouds are gone? We do tend to walk by sight, don't we?

And by the way, you're right...that's a LOT of brown for winter in Utah.  We're feelin' it!  All you Southerners & snowbirds should make plans to come some place warm for the winter!  ;-)

#Ogden  #MtOgden #Snow #SunnyDay #MoonRise

Living Rejoicing! Every Day!

I've been humming this song for about a week now.  II Chronicles 15:15 is the verse in my mind for a while now, I'm sure.

O Happy Day

by Philip Doddridge

And all Judah rejoiced at the oath: for they had sworn with all their heart, and sought him with their whole desire; and he was found of them: and theLord gave them rest round about.  (II Chronicles 15:15)

O happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Savior and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

O happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.

’Tis done: the great transaction’s done!
I am the Lord’s and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on;
Charmed to confess the voice divine.

Now rest, my long divided heart,
Fixed on this blissful center, rest.
Here have I found a nobler part;
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till in life’s latest hour I bow
And bless in death a bond so dear.

Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray, and live rejoicing every day
Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away.

"We Will Never Forget Them"

High Flight 
By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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Portions Of This Lovely Poem Appear On The Headstones
 Of Many Interred In Arlington National Cemetery,
Patricularly Aviators And Astronauts 

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"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds -
and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of -
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.

"Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God."

High Flight was composed by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee,  Jr., an American serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was born in Shanghai, China in 1922, the son of missionary parents,  Reverend and Mrs. John Gillespie Magee; his father was an American and his mother was originally a British citizen.  He came to the U.S. in 1939 and earned a scholarship to Yale, but in September 1940 he enlisted in the RCAF and was graduated as a pilot. He was sent to England for combat duty in July 1941. In August or September 1941, Pilot Officer Magee composed High Flight and sent a copy to his parents. Several months later, on December 11, 1941 his Spitfire collided with another plane over England and Magee, only 19 years of age, crashed to his death. His remains are buried in the churchyard cemetery at Scopwick, Lincolnshire. Biography and photo courtesy of the United States Air Force

Coffee Filter Fish Craft (Marine / Ocean Biome)

Our 1st graders' fish project turned out even better than I expected!  The students did a great job!

We colored (scribbled) with washable markers on coffee filter papers.  A little spray of water, blow dry & the colors blend together so nicely!  Love the online community of teachers who share their ideas with everyone else.  Thank you!

#coffeefilters #octopus #jellyfish #marinebiome #oceanbiome #oceancraft #coffeefilterfish