We are still waiting for delivery of the final items needed to complete the roof - hopefully it will be done before the rains and the house will be fully operational for the next camping and conference season.
He Leadeth Me by Henry H. Barry from latest Counsel Magazine.
In "green pastures"? Not always; sometimes HeWho knowest best, in kindness leadeth me In weary ways, where heavy shadows be, Out of the sunshine, warm and soft and bright, Out of the sunshine, into darkest night, I oft would faint with sorrows and affright, Only for this: I know He holds my hand;
So, whether led in green or desert land, I trust, although I may not understand. Beside "still waters"? No, not always so; Oftimes the heavy tempests 'roundme blow, And o'er my soul the waves and billows go. But when the storms beat loudest, and I cry Aloud for help, the Master standeth by, and whispers to my soul, "Lo, it is I." Above the tempest wild I hear Him say: "beyond this darkness lies the perfect day; In every path of thine I lead the way.
"So, whether on the hill-tops high and fair I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where the shadows lie, what matter? He is there. And more than this; where'er the pathway lead, He gives to me no helpless, broken reed, But His own hand, sufficient for my need.