I like how Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau has painted David giving the honor for his victory of the lion to the LORD.



How often we have "lions" in our lives that need to be fought in the strength of the LORD!  Then we can give Him the glory....

Our piece of music this week from Ludwig Van Beethoven is Fur Elise (for Elise) a well-known favorite of many.  You listen on You-Tube here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_UOuSklNL4&feature=related

Poetry by Amy Carmichael - 


          THE IMPOSSIBLE
For all that seems impossible,
   For all things hard,
I thank Thee who art my exceeding Joy
   And great Reward.


For what I have not strength to do,
   Where I must fail,
All glory to the Victor in the fight,
   Who will prevail.


      THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD
As the faithful shepherd toileth,
   Through the briars, up the steep,
Lest some evil prowler spoileth
   His poor foolish wandering sheep,


So, great Shepherd, would we, caring
   For each several precious one,
Something of Thy travail sharing,
   Seek Thy sheep till set of sun.


Only twelve short hours--oh, never
   Let the sense of urgency
Die in us, Good Shepherd, ever
   Let us search the hills with Thee.

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - The Shepherd-David, Ludwig Van Beethoven - Fur Elise, and Amy Carmichael

I like how Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau has painted David giving the honor for his victory of the lion to the LORD.



Our piece of music this week from Ludwig Van Beethoven is Fur Elise (for Elise) a well-known favorite of many.  You listen on You-Tube here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_UOuSklNL4&feature=related

Poetry by Amy Carmichael - 


          THE IMPOSSIBLE
For all that seems impossible,
   For all things hard,
I thank Thee who art my exceeding Joy
   And great Reward.


For what I have not strength to do,
   Where I must fail,
All glory to the Victor in the fight,
   Who will prevail.


      THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD
As the faithful shepherd toileth,
   Through the briars, up the steep,
Lest some evil prowler spoileth
   His poor foolish wandering sheep,


So, great Shepherd, would we, caring
   For each several precious one,
Something of Thy travail sharing,
   Seek Thy sheep till set of sun.


Only twelve short hours--oh, never
   Let the sense of urgency
Die in us, Good Shepherd, ever
   Let us search the hills with Thee.

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - Soap Bubbles, Ludwig Von Beethoven,

New poems by Amy Carmichael today.  Hope you enjoy the painting and music again.  How is this working out for you all?  Would you prefer a new painting and piece of music weekly or do you prefer having them for two consecutive weeks as we've been doing?  I'd like to hear from you what would work best for you.  Thanks
  This week's painting is Soap Bubbles by

Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau.

Soap Bubbles by Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau

This week's music by Ludwig Van Beethoven  is Symphony #9.  You can watch it here along with beautiful scenery:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAOTCtW9v0M&feature=related

Most of the poetry of Amy Carmichael that we are featuring is for young people but I highly recommend all of her work.  She was deeply devoted to the LORD and wrote beautiful poetry.  She didn't shrink from painful or disappointing experiences but saw them as a part of God's plan and a fellowship in His sufferings, a taking up of her cross. You can read all of her work in Mountain Breezes which is a collection of her work.


             BUBBLES
What are bubbles made of?  Tell me:
   Diamond flashes?
      Film of pearls?
See, the smooth green water curls
   Round the shoulder
      Of a boulder;
         Something shatters,
            Something Scatters,
               Dances on the polished floor;
More and more
   Come and go;
      Underflow
         Of swift water hurries past;
Bubbles frolic on it, last
   Just a moment; others run
      In their myriads, and are spun
         Down the shining, sunlit river,
            On and on, and on forever.


              OURS FOREVER
All that was ever ours is ours forever:
Glory of greenwood and the shining river,
Joy of companionship of kindred mind;
All, all is ours.  It is not left behind
Among the withered things that must decay;
It is stored up for us, somewhere, and for another day.