Begin Again, by Susan Coolidge

Begin Again

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you–
A hope for me and a hope for you.

All the past things are past and over,
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.

Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days and sad days and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.

Let them go, since we cannot relive them,
Cannot undo, and cannot atone;
God in his mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own,
Today is ours, and today alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent Earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn,
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen,  my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

Susan Coolidge

 

 

 

This fresh, new, sunny morning I found myself taken with the desire to feel my cheeks, nose, lips, and ears turn numb in the fresh cold wind of the beautiful outdoors.  Let me assure you, it did not take long.  But I took in deep gulps of air, imagining the old house air leaving my lungs and the pure winter air coming inside me, to invigorate.

I walked down the road and took a picture of the sparkling stream and then turned around to take a picture of our home…and you can see how far I went, not far at all, just enough for a mama to briefly escape with quick steps, and a camera.

 

Yes, I have been greatly thankful for the sunshine today!

I did my morning chores while Seth and Sarah played so nice around the house, upstairs and downstairs they went. 

A few weeks ago, while my parents were visiting, Mom and Grace and I went to an old junk shop place and I found this wooden easel.  It was only fifteen dollars and it adjusts in many different ways.  I set it up for the children and today our big easel paper came in the mail.  They got right to work fighting over the purple marker.  Everything is an opportunity for character building at this age.  silly

I had a great time laughing when I decided to sit them on the counter and show them baking ingredients.  We didn’t bake anything, I just opened things up, asked them what color they saw (“the box is orange”  “the powder is white”), and let them touch and taste each thing.  Seth thought the sugar was salt and he thought the cocoa powder tasted like chicken.  Sarah made the strangest face when she tasted the vanilla (I put a drop on her palm).  With all the baking they’ve watched me do, they were almost completely ignorant about what was what.  So we had a lesson and it was great fun.  We studied cornmeal, powdered sugar, granulated sugar, flour, vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, oats (Sarah spit hers out after a few chews, even though I told her “HORSIES eat oats!”), cocoa powder, and lastly, cinnamon candies (which they both spit out and Seth said it was pepper, a very encouraging observation).

Sarah got sad about something and left.  She said, “I’m going in your room and shutting the door!” and she did.  Seth soon followed and I gave them about thirty seconds before I quickly went to see what they were doing.  Seth was trying to get on my Kindle and Sarah was going to jump but “I might fall down and hit my head.  And cry.  And be sad.”  So she didn’t.

We popped bubble wrap instead from Papa’s box that he got yesterday.  Oh the joys of simple pleasures……

Seth even fit in a little baseball practice outside.  I love how he knows to keep that pointer finger OUT of the glove.  He just loves baseball.

We had pb and j for lunch and read five books.  The little dears are taking their naps now while I enjoy the quiet house.

I’m thankful for my Bible study teacher who called this morning and prayed with me over the phone.

I’m thankful for the time I was able to spend at the table, writing to one of my dear friends.

 

Soon the others will be home to do homework, eat snacks, and spend time together. 

I love our late afternoon snuggles in front of the TV, piled up on the couch.  My Caleb is such a soft, big teddy bear.

Last night Rich and I played a rousing game of PIT after dinner with the four oldest, and I think we may do that again tonight.

“Faint not—fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.”  M.Babcock, D.D.

 

you are loved

0 thoughts on “Begin Again, by Susan Coolidge

  1. I only added you to my subscriptions this morning and have already been blessed by you ( if you read my blog for today you will see why. ) That poem was PERFECT TIMING. HIS TIMING!! Thank you Savior.And….Thank You.

  2. Beautiful beautiful day. I love hearing all about your walk and activities with the littles. I know it is a lot of work and a great deal of effort each day, so glad the Lord fills you with His Word, and the beauty around you! That easel was a great find! What a good idea with the baking ingredients. It will be interesting to see if they comment on the different ones when you bake. Nick says Malachi already has figured out the new Ipad more than he has. They have to put it up away from him, as he knows how to turn it on, go into Netflix and pick a movie, isn’t that crazy?! He will be two next month. Great poem or song.

  3. I love your life! I love your life as a Mom! Ok, I am a Mom too. But I really love to look into the other lives of other Moms who really adores her kids and family crazily. Kids are the most precious gifts, right? GOD is really something and HE gave us such priceless creatures.I cannot imagine not to see those smiles on their innocent face the moment I wake up. There are times in the mid of the night, when I feel insecure and not well, I would tiptoe to their rooms, checking to make sure they are sleeping well and hear them breathing, see if they are covered well with those blankets, make sure their windows are properly close and locked, etc.I am a very protective Mom and I think, in general I am worse than my Mom. hehe …Thank you for sharing these beauty – your kids are adorably cute!Love them with the baking stuffs! hehe …Take care, Shanda! ~Sherry~

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