Poem of the Month December

O Never Star Was Lost

O never star
was lost; here
we all aspire to heaven and there is heaven
above us.
If I stoop
into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
it is but for a time; I press God's lamp
close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Robert Browning

This is one of my favorite poems about hope. After all, God never promised we would escape adversity when we decided to follow Jesus, yet he did say he would never leave or forsake us. For anyone who has faced a "dark, tremendous sea of cloud", you know how overwhelmed you can feel. Yet the hope in this poem is God's word, that "Lamp close to my breast". The words that will do their work, and yes, that "some day" will come.

Jesus loves the little princesses, horses, postal workers, etc.

I try to always sing to my children as I tuck them in at night. At least until they are old enough to realize that God has not blessed me in this area. There are times already when Tim says, “Mom, please stop singing.” But my Sarah and my boys still love it. Mark always requests “Jesus loves the little children”. This simple song has morphed into quite the monster at our house. We have come up with various new verses to this song including: “Jesus loves the big grown –ups” and “Jesus loves the little Indians”. There’s also the ever popular “Jesus loves the little butterflies”, and who can forget the classic, “Jesus loves the little tractors.” I think they figure if I can sing 100 verses of “Jesus loves all the troops”, then it puts off their bedtime. I am happy to say that the CD is NOT available.