This bog of mine comes from a trickling brook surrounded by ‘the ancients’, tall and majestic trees of old; beyond is a local river filled with memories untold-good and some evil doings- along miles of open prairie filled with bustling, busy butterflies sipping nectar from a field of wild flowers drenched in morning dew; further and above are foot hills below the towering mountain peeks, still snow capped, they see all things; even the rough, ragging waters of the seas (many have drowned in trials and sorrows from the evil world around them); yet, knowingly, they are resilient as the waves of the sea calm, the mountains stand FIRM, the Prairie sings a lullaby, the RIVER moves on, the trees WILL continue to grow! As for my mellow, marshy bog… I will sit, still knowing there is Someone so much greater than I and linger in the wind.
“ I will love You, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies.” Psalm 18:1-3
Note: If we examine the kindness God has revealed to us we can learn a lot. God, through His Son Jesus Christ’s sacrifice, is our example of supreme kindness. Often we are willing to comfort during crisis, but should it not be a continual effort?
Too often the holiday season brings stress. It’s not only the hectic pace, but unresolved problems in our relationships which cause frustration.
“ And be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”
Let’s face it, it’s been a tough year for anyone on planet Earth. Please consider resolving differences, finding forgiveness and showing kindness to your loved ones.
“Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing. Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence, Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.” -Sarah Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American Poet
The perfect weather of Indian summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.” -Wallace Stegner
Wallace Stegner (1909 –1993) was an American novelist and historian
An Indian summer is a period of unseasonably warm, dry weather that sometimes occurs in autumn in temperate regions of the northern hemisphere September to November.
This year it has come rather late in Wisconsin. Most of the trees have shed their leaves, we have endured freezing temperatures and seen a dusting of snow.