Things that I like, or make, or think about, with thanks to God.
I love it. . . plain, common work.
Mark, too tired to make his own comments says, give Gretchen a comment for me "I must be doing the sweetest work on the planet."He is tired...
Stevenson is from my hometown, he said it was a wonderful place to be buried but an awful place to live. With winter setting in I remember him every year. This quote reminds me of verses from a poem (hymn too) by the Anglican priest, John Keble, "We need not bid, for cloistered cell,Our neighbor and our words farewell,Nor strive to find ourselves too highFor sinful man beneath the sky.The trivial round, the common task,Will furnish all we ought to ask;Room to deny ourselves, a roadTo bring us daily nearer God."
I always think this after I've been away from home or have been ill and unable to do even the simplest household chores. Great quote. I'm copying it into my Book of Favorites.jody
Margaret, thank you for the good verses, which I will save and read again, reminders of what are true blessings.
Margaret, can you tell me the title of the whole poem you quoted?
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