“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― (John Geddes A Familiar Rain)
CURSED IS THE FRUIT OF YOUR WOMB
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. – (Psalm 139:13-16)
ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS – RUTH, THE WOMAN WHO FOUND ROMANCE IN A BARLEY FIELD
But Ruth said, “Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people; and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more also if anything but death parts me from you.”
GOOD MUSIC CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE
“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” (Victor Hugo)
CURSED ARE YOUR BASKET AND YOUR KNEADNG TROUGH
You will sow much seed in the field but you will harvest little, because locusts will devour it. You will plant vineyards and cultivate them but you will not drink the wine or gather the grapes, because worms will eat them. You will have olive trees throughout your country but you will not use the oil, because the olives will drop off. You will have sons and daughters but you will not keep them, because they will go into captivity. Swarms of locusts will take over all your trees and the crops of your land. (Deuteronomy 28:38-48)
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