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I'm a mother of four grandmother of seven and great grandmother of three. I live with my husband in the house that we built with the help of my brothers and will have been married for 57 years this February.

Monday, August 30, 2010


    In this heat I haven't accomplished much today except the routine stuff and I broke the steel cable on the garage door and couldn't close it when I got back from the bank. I don't know my own strength.  My irises are still in the box waiting for me to transplant them. I actually started binding my rug and got about a 13 inches done. Nothing really to write about.

 I thought that I would copy a little piece that I was inspired to write when I was in a Little Rock Bible study some years back. I scribbled it in a small note book that I had in my purse at the time. I saved the little note book in my memorabilias. The words came effortlessly and from the heart.  It's a quick pick me up when I'm down and a gentle reminder that I'm well taken care of and should be greatful always.

MY CANTICLE TO GOD                                                                                                               

                   Blessed be God forever.
                   You have been a constant presence in my life.
                   You have graced me with your peace, your love and your light.
                   You call me Precious in your sight.
                   You promise to be with me always.

O Lord, how high are your ways above my ways, 
Your thoughts above my thoughts.

You call me to follow you.
You promise me eternal life.

You carry me when I'm down,
You lighten my burden,
You guide me in the right path, always.

I listen to your voice.
I look for your light,
You listen to my pleas.

You forgive my sins and inadequesies,
And you look on me with tenderness.
I'm your lowly servant yet you treat me like a friend.

You trust me with your creation, Lord.
You are my help.
You sustain and support me always.
How precious you make me feel.

Sometimes I forget that you are there to rescue me,
But you never hold that against me.

I'm like a lost child finding its mother.
You welcome me with open arms, 
You give me all I could ever need.
By Julia Bourque                                                                                                          All rights reserved