A Day At The Beach

It was mostly gray that day we choose to chill by the beach.

We didn't worry much about sunburn.

Having enough sweaters and towels to keep yourself warm was more the issue.

All day I kept seeing these two same beach-bums (see above)! I think they were following me.

Here they are again! This time just hanging around... panhandling!? :)

A Modern U.S. President

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Poem: The Factory, by Annie Johnson Flint.

In a factory building there are wheels and gearings,
There are cranks and pulleys, beltings tight or slack—
Some are whirling swiftly, some are turning slowly,
Some are thrusting forward, some are pulling back;
Some are smooth and silent, some are rough and noisy,
Pounding, rattling, clanking, moving with a jerk;
***
In a wild confusion in a seeming chaos,
Lifting, pushing, driving—but they do their work.
From the mightiest lever to the tiniest pinion,
All things move together for the purpose planned;
And behind the working is a mind controlling,
And a force directing, and a guiding hand.
***
So all things are working for the Lord’s beloved;
Some things might be hurtful if alone they stood;
Some might seem to hinder; some might draw us backward;
But they work together, and they work for good,
All the thwarted longings, all the stern denials,
All the contradictions, hard to understand.
And the force that holds them, speeds them and retards them,
Stops and starts and guides them—is our Father’s hand.

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