OFFEND not—DESPISE not—HINDER not—one of these little ones. A Journey of God, Family, Homeschool and Life. Simple Days, Incredibly Complicated Days all filled with the Grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ
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Hymns at Home
Saviour, Again To Thy Dear Name We Raise
Saviour, Again To Thy Dear Name We Raise
With One Accord Our Parting Hymn Of Praise;
We Stand To Bless Thee Ere Our Worship Cease,
Then, Lowly Kneeling, Wait Thy Word Of Peace.
Grant Us Thy Peace Upon Our Homeward Way;
With Thee Begun, With Thee Shall End The Day;
Guard Thou The Lips From Sin, The Hearts From Shame,
That In This House Have Called Upon Thy Name.
Grant Us Thy Peace, Lord, Through The Coming Night,
Turn Thou For Us Its Darkness Into Light;
From Harm And Danger Keep Thy Children Free,
For Dark And Light Are Both Alike To Thee.
Grant Us Thy Peace Throughout Our Earthly Life,
Our Balm In Sorrow, And Our Stay Ln Strife;
Then, When Thy Voice Shall Bid Our Conflict Cease,
Call Us, O Lord, To Thine Eternal Peace.
Words: John Ellerton. Music: Edward J. Hopkins
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
Unstooping by Walter de la Mare
Unstooping
Low on his fours the LionTreads with the surly Bear;But Men straight upward from the dustWalk with their heads in air;The free sweet winds of heaven,The sunlight from on highBeat on their clear bright cheeks and browsAs they go striding by;The doors of all their housesThey arch so they may goUplifted o'er the four-foot beasts,Unstooping, to and fro.
Monday, August 9, 2021
Friday, August 6, 2021
The watches of the night by Kristyn Getty
I look towards the wintering trees
To hush my fretful soul
As they rise to face the icy sky
And hold fast beneath the snow
Their rings grow wide, their roots go deep
That they might hold their height
And stand like valiant soldiers
Through the watches of the night
No human shoulder ever bears
The weight of all the world
But hearts can sink beneath the ache
Of trouble's sudden surge
Yet far beyond full knowing
There's a strong unsleeping light
That reaches round to hold me
Through the watches of the night
I have cried upon the steps that seem
Too steep for me to climb
And I've prayed against a burden
I did not want to be mine
But here I am and this is where
You're calling me to fight
And You I will remember
Through the watches of the night
You I will remember
Through the watches of the night
Tuesday, August 3, 2021
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Wednesday, July 28, 2021
France's Revolution is Evil; America's Independence is Just. Why?
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
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Annie
- Church @Grace Bible Chapel
- Amblesideonline was my roadmap with countless books for highways, byways, alleyways and nooks to a great world of God, man and nature.
- PragerU - Short videos with big ideas..
- Through the Bible with Dr. J. Vernon McGee
- Thomas Sowell - Conservative Legend
- Theology and Real Science Radio
- Missionary Spencer Smith - Third Adam
- Fighting for the Faith - Monthly Prophecy Bingo
- Kent Hovind Creation Seminars
- Jordan Peterson
- The Daily Wire with Ben Shapiro and Co.
- The Epoch Times
- Mike Winger - Theology
- The wretch, the song talks about.
- The Berean Call with Dave Hunt
- The Imaginative Conservative Essays
- Unlocking the Bible Series etc.
- Generations Radio with Kevin Swanson
- Chuck Missler
- Bravehearted Christianity with Eric Ludy
- Voddie Baucham
- Charlie Kirk
- Institute of Creation Research
- Bill Whittle - Conservative Opinion
- Tucker Carlson - A Brave Man
- Answers in Genesis
- Tracing your ancestors through the table of nations
- Final Countdown to the Second Coming
- The Daily Briefing with Albert Mohler
- Walter E Williams - Suffer No Fools
- Jacques Offenbach
- Antonio Vivaldi
- Johann Sebastian Bach
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
- Norman Rockwell
- Jacques-Louis David
- Pierre-Auguste Renoir
- Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Frost
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
- John Keats
- Julius Caesar
- The Merchant of Venice
- The Battle of Otterburn
- A Man's a Man, Robert Burns
- Johnny has Gone for a Soldier
- Over the Hills and Far Away, British traditional folk tune
- This Land is your Land
- There is a Time
- Leatherwing Bat
- Minstrel Boy
- In Flanders Fields
- Green Fields of France
- Skye Boat Song
- American National Anthem
- The Minnesota Song
- With my Swag on all my Shoulder
- Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott
- Westward Ho! By Charles Kingsley
- Little House Series by Laura Ingalls Wilder
- The Gammage Cup by Carol Kendall
- Voyage of the Armada by David Howarth
- The Brendan Voyage by Tim Severin
- Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett
- Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
- Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes
- The Wheel on the School by Meindert DeJong
- Anne of Green Gables by Lucy M. Montgomery
- Circle of the Seasons by Edwin Way Teale
- The Pushcart War by Jean Merrill
- Utopia by Sir Thomas More
- Abigail Adams by Natalie S. Bober
- A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain
- Romans 12, Psalm 1, 1st Corinthians 13, Psalm 16.
- Little Orphant Annie, James Whitcomb Riley
- And first she called up all the doctors who give little children so much physic - they were most of them old ones, for the young ones have learned better - all but a few army surgeons, who still fancy that a baby's inside is much like a Scotch grenadier's. Chapter 5; Water Babies, by Charles Kingsley.
- The story of the game has been traced right back to a pamphlet of 1624, well within living memory of the event; but Drake's alleged remark is a later addition: 'Plenty of time to finish the game and beat the Spaniards after......' One can only say it was just the sort of thing he would have said, if people were getting over-excited. After all, he was expecting the armada..... Whatever anyone else might do, he was not the man to let them imagine he was surprised.... Besides, it was not just a gesture of gallant nonchalance. There really was plenty of time. Chapter 9; The Voyage of the Armada, by David Howarth.
- Our name is Equality 7-2521.... We are twenty one years old. We are six feet tall, and this is a burden, for there are not many men who are six feet tall. Ever have the Teachers and the Leaders pointed to us and frowned and said: "There is evil in your bones, Equality 7-2521, for your body has grown beyond the bodies of your brothers." Chapter 1; Anthem, by Ayn Rand.
- "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice." Anne of Green Gables, by Lucy M. Montgomery.
- "Sia!" Said Cary: "But if he be admitted, it must be done according to the solemn forms and ceremonies in such cases provided. Take him into the next room, Amyas, and prepare him for his initiation." "What's that?" Asked Amyas, puzzled by the word. But judging from the corner of Will's eye that initiation was Latin for a practical joke, he led forth his victim behind the arras again, and waited five minutes while the room was being darkened, till Frank's voice called to him to bring in the neophyte. Chapter 8, How the Noble Brotherhood of the Rose was Founded. Westward Ho! By Charles Kingsley.
- Ferdinand Columbus recorded how he and his brother Diego, pages to the Queen, were mortified by these wretches hooting at them and shouting, "There go the sons of the Admiral of the Mosquitos, of him who discovered lands of vanity and delusion, the ruin and the grave of Castilian gentlemen!" Chapter 17; Christopher Columbus, Mariner, by Samuel Eliot Morison.
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Ten years later and she still plays it beautifully.
Posted by Rose A Mwangi on Monday, April 26, 2021
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Betwixt and Between - Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
“And so you’re a Jacobite?” said I, as I set meat before him.
“Ay,” said he, beginning to eat. “And you, by your long face, should be a Whig?” *
* Whig or Whigamore was the cant name for those who were
loyal to King George.
“Betwixt and between,” said I, not to annoy him; for indeed I was as good a Whig as Mr. Campbell could make me.
“And that’s naething,” said he. “But I’m saying, Mr. Betwixt-and-Between,” he added, “this bottle of yours is dry; and it’s hard if I’m to pay sixty guineas and be grudged a dram upon the back of it.”