Is this year, this spring, going to be different?

The following is some of the material from today’s Homefront Show radio broadcast.  To listen in, simply go to http://www.1360am.co and enjoy1

When I lived in the south fall was my favorite season – the end of the heat! But now it’s spring and for some reason, I am more excited about spring than ever before in my life.  It’s not because of the end of the cold, in fact I am wanting that to last a little longer.  It’s something more.  Partly, at least, I think it’s because god is doing a new thing, teaching an old dog new tricks, renewing my mind as never before.  Because It’s time for ACT II.

This morning, as usual before every show (Homefront Show Coming up at 2:00!), John was praying for me, for the show and everyone listening.  He said something about people out there in need of a victory for the home team, and that struck a chord in my heart.  So I asked him if he would actually come on and pray on the air today.  And even though he wasn’t keen on the idea at first, he later agreed.  So we have that to look forward to.

I believe in faithfulness and loyalty and tradition and dependability. I believe in antiques and antique people.  And what makes those things special is when they are a part of  the new thing, the adventure.  For instance, in the trip we’re leaving on tomorrow – it’s a new thing trip to see some loyal, faithful, dependable, traditional people, some of them very young antiques.  I’ll talk more about that in today’s broadcast.

It’s springtime – we actually in Red Feather Lakes are about to have two days in a row without snow! Springtime.  Spring cleaning, new beginnings, opening windows and airing out the house, seeking that first fresh and locally grown produce, breathing deeply and being reminded of God’s faithfulness – that Spring always comes.

And I am remembering that I enjoy what I consider “good” poetry in the Spring.. For me good poetry reminds me of God’s beauty, grandeur, goodness, and love.  Words of loveliness, like in  Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods, my all-time favorite poem – but it’s about winter.  For a spring poem to share on today’s show, I found one about dancing mountains by E.E. Cummings.  I think is the very thing, and I hope you enjoy it.


To enjoy the poem, as well as thoughts about the dining room table, Clint Eastwood’s movie about an averted terrorist attack starring the actual players in the true story, some home ec tips you may have forgotten or never knew, and much more, join me today at http://www.1360am.co and thanks!

School by the Creek

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One day, a few years back, Seth and Rebekah asked to go to the creek and “do school later”.  I said they could go, paper and pencil in hand, and to bring back something they’d written–a story, a thought, a drawing, poetry.

Here is Seth’s offering:

I have a cathedral of willows over my head

The sound of the creek in my ears,

A hoodie under my back.

I will try not to fall in the creek.

Ack!

All this comfort, all this wonder,

I’ve claimed a little nook.

Yet all the while I wish I’d brought a book.

Rebekah wrote me a love letter, and some of her thoughts, as well as this “Spring Poem”:

The creek laughs happily over stones

I hear birdsong and breezes.

But something else is talking –

Tis neither wind nor birdsong nor the creek.

Tis Spring.