September 2025

September 2025
Over the years, we've always compared our family life to a wagon train heading west. Just as everyone had to do his part to get to Oregon years ago, so everyone in our family must do his/her part to make our journey through life successful. If somebody climbs in the wagon and lets the others do the work, we just don't make any progress. We all have to pull our weight and work together. Along the trail we find lots of pebbles that make for a smooth ride and some bigger rocks that jar us a little; we hit the occasional pothole that can slow us down. But if we purpose to search diligently, there are countless gold nuggets and precious gemstones along the way as well. This journal is an attempt to preserve some of those precious moments for our children, and our children's children, as together we travel this trail called life.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11


Sunday, August 12, 2012

8-12-12 The Sun’s Still Shining In The Valley

So I was home today with four sickies, but they weren’t really all that sick. Very little fever, no more puking, no coughing – just a few sore throats which we don’t care to share. We enjoyed listening to church online; we heard much about the valleys of life, which brought to mind this song that I’ve wanted to post for awhile now. I don’t know where it’s from or who wrote it, but it’s one of our favorites to play & sing as a family.

There’s a place on life’s highway called the valley,

Where burdens often bring me to my knees.

In the middle of this valley there’s a river,

Where God sends the answer to my pleas.

And the sun’s still shining in the valley,

And a little trace of heaven can be found.

And it’s always raining at the river,

Showers of blessings pouring down.

If by chance, I never leave this valley,

Somehow the Lord will give me grace to stand.

And I know, that on some great tomorrow,

I’ll trade it for a place in glory land.

And the sun’s still shining in the valley,

And a little trace of heaven can be found.

And it’s always raining at the river,

Showers of blessings pouring down.

Yes, there’s showers of blessings pouring down.

 

Sometimes it’s difficult to see the showers of blessings when we’re in the valleys, but they are still there.

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