I know I’ve posted it before; but this song has been keeping me company since the middle of last night. I reckon there must be a reason for that, even if I don’t know what it is.
So here: In the Garden, sung by Alan Jackson. I hope I’ve done what the Lord wanted me to do.
So I’m scanning the nooze sites, trying to make up for lost time–and holy moly, there is evil garbage flying around out there! Ukraine war sucking in other countries, more on our corrupt 2020 elections, idiots “protesting” they know not what, public school “teachers” sexually preying on children… How do I decide which of these to write about?
Not to desert my post or anything–but where does “well-informed” end and poisoning one’s soul begin? It’s not like I can cover all these stories!
Then I got a hymn suggestion from Erlene–In the Garden, sung by Anne Murray.
That’s what I’ve decided to post. It will do us good. And to quote from another favorite hymn:
“This is my Father’s world! O let me ne’er forget/ That tho’ the wrong seems oft so strong, He is the ruler yet.”
I’ve got to take down our lovely Christmas tree today, and then chisel our cars out from the ice, so I’d better get started. But not until I post this hymn, requested by Erlene–In the Garden, sung by Alan Jackson.
We have a hymn request from Phoebe: In the Garden, sung by Rosemary Siemens. (Oh, look at all that lovely shade! Wish I had some.) “He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own…” Yes, that’s good for us.
We have a hymn request from Phoebe–In the Garden, sung by Alan Jackson.
Heavy roadwork just outside is shaking our building up and down, and I’m with you, Phoebe–I need a visit to the Garden… where Our Lord is waiting for us.