Easter Wings by George Herbert

Easter Wings

by George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

      Though foolishly he lost the same,

            Decaying more and more,

                  Till he became

                        Most poore:

                        With thee

                  O let me rise

            As larks, harmoniously,

      And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne

      And still with sicknesses and shame.

            Thou didst so punish sinne,

                  That I became

                        Most thinne.

                        With thee

                  Let me combine,

            And feel thy victorie:

         For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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 “When you keep God in first place, He will take you to places you’ve never dreamed of.” — Joel Osteen —

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“Fate leads the willing and drags along the reluctant.” — Seneca —

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“No human ever became interesting by not failing. The more you fail and recover and improve, the better you are as a person. Ever meet someone who’s always had everything work out for them with zero struggle? They usually have the depth of a puddle. Or they don’t exist.” - Chris Hardwick - 

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 "What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?" - John Green -

Canadian Summer

Title: Canadian Summer

Author: Hilda van Stockum

Rating: ★★★★★

Age Category: Middle Grade

    Back Cover Synopsis: 

    The three children certainly presented a sorry sight. Patsy dripped water all over the floor. A water lily had got entangled in her hair and hung rakishly down one side of her face. Green weeds entwined themselves around her muddy legs, and her face, already disfigured by mud and tears, looked so woebegone that Grannie had difficulty restraining a laugh. The other two were neither cleaner nor prettier, though slightly drier and more cheerful. 

    "Look at that," cried Mother, trembling with anger. "We are in this house exactly one hour, just one hour, mind you, and already Catherine has almost broken her neck, Angela was bitten, and the three oldest nearly drowned. And look at their clothes! How am I to get them clean when there is no bath and the water has to come by teacupfuls out of a well? How am I to keep an eye on the little ones when they disappear completely in long grass the minute they set foot out of the house? How am I to feed them when no one can get near here with a car? What am I to do if they should get sick without even a neighbor to call for help? I don't mind discomfort, I don't mind hard work, but we'll never get out of this place alive. So I've decided I'm going to pack up and go back to Washington this minute."

    

    After such a dramatic beginning, what more could possibly happen? Plenty! The six Mitchell children, ever aided and abetted by Grannie, are once again more than ready to take on life as it comes and are happily rewarded with a truly unforgettable Canadian summer.

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“You were made by God and for God, and until you understand that, life will never make sense.” — Rick Warren —