Taken last week on a walk with my seven year old Red. You can spot his little head at the bottom…he is peering through the hedge trying to get a dog to chew on it’s squeaky toy again…we kept hearing something squeak as we walked down the side-walk…and he found the little guy fenced in back there. That walk was one of my favorite moments with him. He found a long paint stick and a tree branch, and he played Star Wars or something the whole way, jumping off walls and finding adventure.
In my own adventuring this week, I’ve run into the late Mrs. Charles E. Cowman several times in quotes. All of them have stood out to me. I don’t know much about her, except that I think the devotional Streams in the Desert was compiled-written? by her? Perhaps messages from a husband-minister? If you know, you can fill me in.
I first read a portion of Streams in the Desert at the Ashby’s house when I was being introduced to my now husband’s family. They put us up for the evening in separate rooms as we visited from college. There was a basket at the end of the bed, or a table perhaps, with this book on it. I was touched immediately by the soothing words in an unfamiliar place. I slept well that night, after reading. And I was happy to know his extended family was well-rooted to consider such a text for a guest or traveler.
On a blog I’ve enjoyed this week: Typing One-Handed, an excerpt from a day’s devotional, around the 21st of December, I think, was included:
If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back–
It will cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perhaps, Faith’s light is dim, because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.
Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
Call back, and say He kept you when the forest’s roots were torn;
That, when the heavens thunder and the earthquake shook the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the lofty air was still.
O friend, call back, and tell me for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph, and your feet sprint in the race;
But there are mists between us and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.
But if you’ll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you’ll say He saw you through night’s sin-darkened sky–
If you have gone a little ahead, O friend, call back–
It will cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.–Streams in the Desert
Thank you to those of you who have climbed ahead and do this very thing for me. My Barnabus-encouragers.
Overlay credit: Ghostbones
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