Seeds lyrics by Brooke Fraser

I found this song tonight and love it. I dedicate to my children. I love you Connor, Noelle and Aidan...

"Seeds"

Night
Field of stars above us
You pick one
We frame it with our fingers intertwined

Seeds of every generation
Between our hands
And the promise to teach you the little I have learned
So far

[CHORUS]
Child
What will you live to do?
What have I left for you?
What will we leave behind?

You
Learning as you're growing
Not yet knowing
The world isn't always quite as beautiful
As it is now

[CHORUS]


Night
Field of stars above us
I pick one and name it for you
And all who are to come

I just read Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening to Connor. I asked him to close his eyes and imagine the scene I was about to read about. When I was done with the poem he opened his eyes, with a big smile on his face and said, "Santa Claus". Cute!

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The lesson I have learned from my failures is that I don't have to succeed. I have to do the right thing under God's guidance and leave success or failure in His hands."

We have to leave fruit bearing in God's hands. When was the last time you saw an orange tree struggle or strain to make an orange. It doesn't. It happens effortlessly with exposure to water, some fertilizer here and there and sunlight. We are responsible only for abiding in His spirit and the fruit he wants us to bear will come as a natural byproduct of our abiding.

"Who then is Paul, and who is Apollos, but ministers by whom ye believed, even as the Lord gave to every man? I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase. So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour." 1 Cor 3:1-8

It takes the pressure off, doesn't it. God's always in control and that is cause for joy! Thank you Lord....

Just getting my head around this new endeavor...wanted to check fonts and colors...I think I am gonna like playing with this. I've been wanting to journal for a very long time. I think this will serve me well. So long for now...Good Night All!