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In a valley dark or a desert dry, when the Word comes forth and the Lord draws nigh. In a common place filled with common sounds, it is in his presence I find holy ground.

In the shade of a tree and the sound of birds, he recalls to my heart all his precious words. As he feeds 
creation so he strengthens me. He increases joy to my frailty.

 
As he holds me close with a warm embrace, with his presence near tears come to my face. And the shame I feel is replaced with AWE. What a comfort sweet, he's my all-in-all.

The ground breaks soon on the 540 lot. A new thing will begin next month. I sang love songs over property. His hand opening hearts, stirring tears afresh, new love. Come near. Spring up afresh. Maker breaker break me. Draw me. Pour out your magnificence on Jesus the Christ, your son, my king.
 
Infinite mercy
moves into my life, His awesome relationship and holy sacrifice. Ever the faithful One, you draw me close to Thee. You're God's greatest provision. Jesus, I receive.
Well you made this move towards me, before I came to be. Where I fall short day by day.You show me that you love me. Nothing I can do can lift me up to where you are. And yet you stand beside me. Jesus, I'm yours. In undeserved communion, Jesus, I'm yours.

Well the rock began to shout from every hill. The sky bowed down to listen and the wind was still. Sparrows from the roof they dropped to the ground. A crowd of villagers gathered around. 

A donkey and a man are what the people saw. Nature knew his presence and stood in awe. One by one the children called on his name. The wild ox and goats did the same. Baaaaaaaa! Ittizy, it is he. He's the master of redemption it is he. Ittizzy, it is he. He's the fire of fire, Spirit higher than me.


Greater than gold and sweeter than honey, your words are the source of the JOY that I know. I thank you my God, Creator, and Teacher for all of the goodness to me that you show.

   My eye stares down. down into the green among the blades. an eighth of an inch across, this blue blossom. and then another and two more the same size.

May you have the following you deserve, Jesus. We lift you up, your name as gold. Your words run fast, and you are ever bold. Jehovah, your Son, my King. Eternal life to me, your very life to me, is what he brings.
Jesus you know, Me through and through. No other is, as grand as you. Your Father sends his very best. Savior so fine, Jesus the Christ you give me rest.
The Spirit gave, and leads me still. To know you better, and to do your will. Jehovah dear, Spirit alive and true. The Son, my Lord. I love you more. Oh Jesus, you.

songs by karl marxhausen: All In All. Following. Infinite Mercy.Darling-Beloved.You Come. My Father. Ittizzy ( It Is He ). What He Brings. All rights reserved.

dirt turns over soon at 540 North Columbia. site Center for the Liturgical Arts. Concordia University, Seward, Nebraska.

best day muscles tell me

     I am so proud of  my kids!! ~ When they follow directions in class ~ When they do their brain gym exercises in an orderly manner ~ When they lead their classmates, counting up to twenty with their arms outstretched in front of them, as we do in "Superman" ~ When one gains new habits, starting his capital letters at the TOP and pulling the line DOWN. It is their "willingness to try" that pleases me. I see them as WRITERS, ENGINEERS, PROBLEM SOLVERS, and LEADERS. 

     His morning exercises completed, one crouches on top of an flattened cardboard box with FLAPS, reaching forward to grab the lid with both hands, busy in silence, going as far as this moment allows. He is affirmed for his effort, with this teacher's promise of another try on Monday.

    One stands occupied, studying the teacher sheets left out on the desktop, with her left foot crossed over her right foot, arms criss-crossed, hands entwined, still and focused, in a HOOK-UP. Her furtive eyes considering today's writing worksheet, pondering the meaning of TOP DOWN.
 
    Wednesday was the best day.********

There were music tracks from my "Chromosone" recording that released excitement. Sample: Dancing Medley 11:00 minutes  (Dancing With the Chromosone by Karl Marxhausen 2000, Cry of My Heart by Terry Butler 1991, I Could Sing by Martin Smith 1994) (Chromosone, Karl Marxhausen, 2000, vocals with guitar, 14 songs)The thrill of new material. video from which I learned that Mike Lyon is interested in the line work in his mammoth woodcuts. Submitted photos and videos from the KC Print Society gang have me all fired up, yee-oww!!

Affirmation from my brain gym supervisor at Field School gave me bearings.

Listening to Ms. Price read from Hatchet by Gary Paulsen took my mind back to a boat I made out of sticks and grass stems when I was 16 years old (above). In Hatchet, the main character was stripping a willow branch of bark to make a bow to get food for himself out in the woods, near the lake where the plane he was in crash landed. Just the kind of story the "boy-in-me" liked to imagine. 

After lunch it was all of us out on the asphalt shooting basketball hoops. Two fourth graders skirmishing against "this old dude." Taking the game lightly, in a goofy manner, swishing baskets in my mind, the boys hitting all their shots, the joy of getting along, taking turns, giving respect. And it was SO GOOD that my lower back started talking to me all about it when I was back in the classroom, after recess. My muscles talked to me for two days and then gave it up, Wednesday was that good.

By 3:30 pm, back in Carrollton, the energy was granted to pour THREE HOURS into Ms.Tilghman's presentation on east India wood block textiles.

++++++++++++++++++++++ nice !!!