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Ken Pierpont
Series: Psalms for the Seasons of Life; Psalm 32
Bittersweet Farm
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On the Lord’s Day Mom and Dad usually communicate with us. Mom sends a prayer to all her preacher boys and family early in the morning. There are really a bunch of us. About seven preachers in the family if I am counting right. I always look forward to them. She sent me this poem this morning – . I knew immediately I had to share it with each of you:
If peace be in the heart,
The wildest winter storm is full of solemn beauty.
The midnight flash but shows the path of duty.
Each living creature tells some new and glorious story,
The very trees and stones all catch a ray of glory,
If peace be in the heart.
-Charles Francis Richardson
“THE MUSIC IS NOT IN THE INSTRUMENT BUT IN THE SOUL OF THE MUSICIAN”
I shared this wonderful link with Mom.
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Andrew Schrader is about Hope’s age. We lived together in the Character Inn for a while in Flint, Michigan. Andrew and Hope were about five at the time. He was an adorable little boy. When he got excited he had the sweetest way of not being able to get his words out. It is like they would all jam up and then spill out once.
One day he ran up to me in the lobby and he said; “Mr. Pierpont, is-is-is-is it OK if-if-if-if I hold Hope’s hand? When-when-when-when I hold her hand I can run faster. I said, well, I know how you feel, Andrew. It’s OK for now, but let’s not do it too often.
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