THE ANVIL-GOD'S WORD

Last Eve I passed beside a blacksmith's door,

And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;

Then, looking in, I saw upon the floor

Old hammers, worn with beating years of time.

"How many anvils have you had," said I

"to wear and batter all these hammers so?"

"just one," said he, and then, with twinkling eye,

"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."

And so, thought I, the anvil of God's Word.

For ages skeptic blows have beat upon;

Yet, thought the noise of falling blows was heard,

The anvil is unharmed-the hammers gone.

Unknown

My Darling Husband

My Darling Husband as I sit here writing this letter my thoughts are on you. I do hope that you are warm not catching a chill. The nights are getting colder I wish you where home with me instead of fighting in this war. I do understand still wish you where home with me, your loving wife.

Shy

 

Shy

When Bertha asked me to draw this picture I thought oh my, I can't do that. But as I study it I decided that I could draw this picture and I did. I title it Shy, to me there stood 2 sisters shyly having their pictures taken.  

Best Friends

 

Best Friends playing with dolls under Mom sewing machine.

Collage 

Little Mr. Mischief

 

Now isn't this funny. When I first drew this picture I was so proud of it. Now as I'm looking at it I see so many flaws. Look at they eyes, now look at the shading around the mouth area. Oh my, what a mess. Hey though that is how we learn by drawing keeping the pictures going back through them then shake our heads asking our selves, what in the world was I thinking? 

Mail Art 4x6

 

ATCsforALL Art Group

Made for Sashibala 

LIFE LESSON

There are times in one's life when all the world seems to turn against us. Our motives are misunderstood, our words misconstrued, and unkind words reveals to us the unfriendly feelings of others.

 The fact is, that it is rare when injustice. or slights, patiently borne, do not leave the heart at the close of the day filled with a marvelous sense of peace-perhaps not at once-but after you've had a chance to reflect a bit. It is  the seed God has sown, springing up and bearing fruit.

We learn, as the years roll onward and we leave the past behind, that much we had counted sorrow, but proved that God is kind; that many a flower we'd longed for had hidden a thorn of pain, and many a rugged by-path led to fields of ripened grain.

 The clouds that cover the sunshine; they cannot bannish the sun. And the earth shines out the brighter when the weary rain is done. We must stand in the deepest shadow to see the clearest light; and often through Wrong's own darkness comes the welcome strength of Right.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox