For My Next Trick I Will Make a Jedi Knight

So, obviously I did not post last night. I like to think that I can get a lot done when I put my mind to it, but there are limits! Yesterday morning I had to take Spencer to his Bible study, do the grocery shopping, pick Spencer up and take him to play tennis with his friend Stephan, come home and prepare for my class, pick Spencer up, eat lunch, and teach my class.

I actually started on the Jedi robe during our class recess yesterday. I agreed to make the robe on the condition that I could make it out of fleece so that it can double as Spencer’s winter bathrobe. I was very happy that I had made this stipulation once I started sewing because fleece does not ravel and therefore there is less finishing required. The robe was done early in the evening and it looked good!

Meanwhile, I started on the pants. Pants are quick and easy–at least the kind I was making are! By late evening the pants were all done except for the elastic in the waist and I had moved on to the tunic. My sewing machine started making funny noises. I tried oiling it. It didn’t help. Then I started feeling a little sick and shaky, so I gave up and went to bed at about 1:30.

This morning, as the rain fell softly, I set about alternating between sewing and preparing for today’s class, I realized that I had not really factored in the amount of work that sewing the belt would take. I was thinking, robe, pants, tunic all the time when in fact the belt was a separate project. I started to panic just a little deep inside. I started rationalizing with myself. You know, “Well, if he at least has the robe and the pants and the boots (which he bought) that will still be pretty cool. Or if he has the robe and the pants and the boots AND the tunic, he could wear a normal belt and that would still be cool.” Etc.

By the time class started, the tunic was all but done and I had a good start on the belt. I roped Lucy into doing some ironing on the belt pieces while we had class. During the break, the kids went outside and played in the rain (without my consent), while I went to the sewing room and fought a mighty battle with the belt. It uses very stiff interfacing which made it extremely difficult to turn right side out after sewing it together.

After class (4:00) I made a beeline back to the sewing room. I got the elastic into the pants at last. I did the finishing on the tunic. I finished the belt. And then, because I am insane, I went ahead and cut out the dickie (fake inner tunic) and started sewing like a crazy person. Spencer’s youth group started at 6:00, and it takes about 10 minutes to get there. Spencer asked if we could go pick up Deaven, and I said yes, but the last piece would not get done. Deaven got another ride.

I took a lot of short cuts that I don’t like to take. I kept going even though I truly believed that I would not finish in time. It was very warm and humid and pouring with rain and the last thing I felt like doing was sewing, but I kept on doing it. I got that dickie finished at about 5:40. I called Spencer and helped him with the layering. First the dickie, then the tunic (he already was wearing the pants and boots), then the belt. Finally, the robe went over it all and the light saber was clipped onto his belt.

He looked good. He looked like a Jedi. The Force was with him.

There was no time to take a photo before we ran out the door. I dropped him off at the church and then drove triumphantly through the pouring rain to the grocery store because I had to pick up a few things for an event that I didn’t know about until lunchtime today. It felt so good to come home, even though I was pretty wet (it was POURING!), and know that there was no sewing waiting for me.

I still had to go back out into the deluge to pick Lucy up from her youth group. This is the most rain we’ve had in a very long time!

And Spencer? His costume won first place! And you know what his prize was? A Blu-ray edition of the original Star Wars trilogy! That cracks me up.

I’ve spent the evening lolling about and watching something with Walter and Lucy and knitting. I’ve got plenty to do tomorrow but it’s been fun to have an evening of leisure! Maybe tomorrow I can get some photos of my young Jedi.

Quote of the day:

Jasper: “Green apple Nerds are my Kryptonite.”

Still Going Crazy

It is well after midnight as I write this and I am just too tired to play on the blog right now. Tomorrow is Spencer’s early morning Bible study and a fun-filled trip to Walmart for me.

I will try to catch up tomorrow . . . maybe. You see, now that Lucy’s sewing is done for the time being, I finally get to work on my sewing project, which has a very definite and very imminent deadline. Tonight was cutting-out time. Tomorrow all I have to do is prepare for and teach a class, prepare for another class, go grocery shopping and sew three complete garments, plus doing school with Jasper, obviously.

I kind of wish I was a coffee drinker.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

This is one of my favorite hymns of all time. I know three tunes for it, and I like them all. Most of you probably are most familiar with the tune Hamburg, which is most often sung here in the USA. In the UK, the tune Rockingham seems to be more widely used. But my very very favorite tune for this hymn is the Welsh tune Morte Christe. Best of all is if you get to hear it sung by a 1000 voice Welsh male choir. Click on the link after the words if you want to hear it sung by some Welsh men–though not anywhere near 1000, I think!

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Isaac Watts

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

A Good Day with a Drop-off at the End

After yesterday’s excitement, today I feel so deflated I hardly know what to say, but you know I’m going to say it anyway.

I actually had a really good day, not counting the first couple of minutes after my alarm went off at 6:15 and I realized that I actually did have to get up despite only having five hours of sleep (because of helping Lucy with cake #3). I made myself three pints of strong hot tea to take with me in thermoses because I can’t stomach anything that early in the morning. I got Lucy up and we stopped to fill up the gas tank before I dropped her off at the livestock barn to work the concession stand for the morning.

I continued on to Marshall for the writers’ conference. By then I was up to drinking some tea and I desperately needed it. All the classes I attended were worthwhile. The first one was especially excellent and therefore I really really needed to be alert, but my poor body just wanted to sleep! It was a real struggle but I made it through to the break when I could drink a little more tea and get a little bit of knitting done.

My second class was about setting up your own website and I was able to get some helpful suggestions for some of the website issues I’m having. One of the things that I really like about this conference is that it is so much smaller than ACFW, so you might have as few as four people attending a class, which means you can have a lot more interaction with the teacher.

That class went a little late–late enough that I didn’t feel I could just walk into the next class so instead I went to the dining hall for an early lunch. There weren’t a whole lot of gluten free options, but after having a salad I saw that they still had breakfast food out, so I got some eggs and ham. It actually was a pretty good lunch.

Since I had skipped a session, I had time to walk back to my car, which was fortunately parked in the shade, and take a little nap. I set my phone to wake me up, forgetting that I had turned off the sound because of being in classes all morning! So I am very grateful that after dozing for a while I became curious about the time and found that I had 10 minutes to get to my next seminar.

I should say that my primary focus at this conference was to learn as much as I could about auxiliary skills related to marketing the things that I’ve written. I have created so much content in the last ten years or so. Not just my novels, but lots of curriculum and opinion essays, etc., and I need to figure out a way to get those things on the market. Today’s seminars were very helpful and inspiring in that regard.

I also attended Don Piper’s seminar because I just wanted to hear him talk again. His emphasis is on telling true stories that give people hope. Two of the questions he asked were: “What is the best thing that ever happened to you?” and “What is the worst thing that ever happened to you?” Those are hard, hard questions to answer. I’m still thinking about them.

During the final break I realized that I could make it to the Harvest Festival auction if I didn’t go home first. Walter was supposed to get Lucy there by 5:00 but the auction didn’t start till 6:00 and I was pretty sure I could get there by then.

The final class was on time management and goal setting. I went hoping for a kick in the pants. I know what to do; I just don’t seem to be able to make myself do it. I do feel a lot more motivated now. I hope.

I drove back feeling great about how the day went and about how I stayed awake through all of my seminars. I drove straight to the convention center and to my dismay I did not see the van anywhere in the crowded parking lot. I parked and was soon pounced on by a relieved Jasper. It seems Walter thought he was just supposed to drop the kids off, so poor Lucy had been feeling very anxious and apprehensive, and I didn’t blame her when I saw the huge crowd.

Like every other 4-H event, I felt totally intimidated and out of place, and had no idea what we were supposed to be doing. The huge room was full of people wearing plaid, blue jeans, and dinner-plate-sized belt buckles. Lucy had a big number “20” on her back. It was so overwhelming I literally was afraid I’d throw up. Then the auction began and the prices were jaw-dropping. Thousands of dollars for a steer! Even a pig went for $2000. The noise was deafening. I felt a little better when my friend Joan came over and offered moral support.

Then, after the champion steer, pig, goat, rabbit, rooster, etc. had been sold, it was time for the first prize winning cake. Our hopes rose when it went for $700. Lucy wanted so badly for her cake to sell for enough to pay for next summer’s arts camp. We waited till #20 was called and she and Jasper came out with her cake and stood in front of everyone while the auctioneer did his thing. Lucy did a beautiful job on her cake, but there just didn’t seem to be much interest in it and it sold for “only” $300. After the other cake went for more than twice as much, that felt like a slap in the face. We were all so disappointed, especially Lucy. She posed for a photo with the buyer and then we got out of there as quickly as we could.

The same lady had bought both cakes, actually, and I kind of wonder if she had a budget of $1000 total and couldn’t exceed it. It was very kind of her to spend so much on two cakes that will soon be eaten! But it would have been a lot easier for Lucy to swallow her cake’s price if the other one hadn’t gone for more than twice as much!

So, we were pretty downhearted when we got home. To Lucy, it felt like a personal rejection. I was heartbroken for her. And despite the fact that we were all ravenous, I was unable to eat supper. We’re slowly recovering. Like I told her, getting $300 for a cake is pretty cool! She would have been happy with that before all her friends told her she was sure to get at least $400–$500! And, since 4-H takes a percentage of the price, I told her that I would make that amount up to her (from my contest winnings) so that she’ll get the full $300 to go toward camp. The whole experience was so traumatic. I wish someone had told us what to expect. We just had no idea. We had a few facts to go on but that did not prepare us in any way for the actual experience.

One of the worst things for me is to have the day end so bitterly when it went so well up until 6:00! I really wanted this day to end happy. Instead, I’ll have to settle for a sort of resignation, I think. I’m sure we’ll all feel better in the morning. It’s really such a minor thing, but dashed hopes still hurt even if it’s about cake!

Triumph and Tragedy

Of course, every day here at Chai House has its highs and lows, but today had higher highs and lower lows than most of them. It started with a very reluctant me going to Walmart yet again to make sure we had food for this weekend and supplies for Lucy to make her duplicate cake.

I barely had time to take a shower and print some stuff out before heading up to Robin’s house for a tutoring session. I stayed up there to visit with Robin over lunch before heading back with a stop on the way to get some stuff for Lucy.

She worked on getting her cake baked while I took a nap. Then it was time for me to get ready to go to the kick-off dinner for the East Texas Christian Writers’ Conference. I went to this conference several years ago but have not been able to go in the intervening years due to lack of transportation.

As I left, there appeared to be the beginnings of a crisis over Lucy’s peanut butter icing, but I didn’t have time to stay and deal with it. She is a big girl and I figured she could figure things out.

Driving over to East Texas Baptist University is always so nostalgic for me. I made that drive so many times when Lina was a student there. It is a beautiful drive, especially at this time of year in the light of the setting sun. The campus has had a lot of building done since the last time I was there, and it was weird to see the old and new side by side. I checked in successfully and eventually found my way to the banquet room.

I have a tactic at events like this, and that tactic is to sit at an empty table and just see whom God sends to sit with me. I ended up sitting with two other homeschool moms, a newlywed, and a former missionary to South Korea. I enjoyed them all.

I have to admit I was mildly curious about the results of the writers’ contest. There is a contest that is part of the conference, and I had sent in my entries right before the deadline. There are three categories: poems, essays, and short stories. Once I decided to enter, I went for the shotgun approach. I thought if I entered one thing in each category, maybe I would have a chance of placing in at least one category.

I knew going in that my story didn’t have a chance, because after I sent it in I sort of remembered that this is a Christian writers’ conference, and my story was just a story. Not a Christian story. And I was pretty sure my poem wasn’t up to snuff, because I don’t write much poetry these days. I thought my essay was fairly strong and had the best chance of placing, but on the other hand I had no idea what I was up against!

So the poem winners were announced first and I was flabbergasted to hear that I had won second place! Everyone at my table congratulated me and I was just so tickled.  Next up were the essays. I didn’t know the third place winner, but the second place winner was Mary’s old English professor and I was so happy for her. I was very taken aback, however, to hear that my essay had won first place!

When Bill the announcer moved on to the short story division, the lady next to me leaned over and asked, “Did you enter this one too?” and I sheepishly had to admit that I had. It was kind of relief not to hear my name called again. Then Bill (a member of our local group) got to the “grand prize” winner and explained that this year instead of one there would be two grand prize winners because there was a tie. He called out the name of the short story prize winner and then I was downright startled to hear my name next. My essay was the co-grand prize winner! I had to text Walter right away and let him know. I haven’t won an essay contest for 32 years! I’m still kind of in shock.

The program was excellent. We had a poet named Donn Taylor read a couple of his poems and I enjoyed them both. Then a man named Don Burton sang for us. It was a night of Dons, it turns out. Our speaker for the evening was Don Piper, author of the book 90 Minutes in Heaven. His talk was so inspirational and mind-blowing. I had actually considered sneaking out before the speaker, but I’m glad I stayed. It was well worth it.

Apart from Don’s message, the best part of the evening was seeing the poet Donn Taylor sitting at another table with his wife of over 60 years. They were holding their left hands under the table and their right hands on top of the table–all evening. It was so sweet.

Afterwards, I drove happily home through the darkness, belting out the Lord’s Prayer with Charlotte Church and looking forward to seeing my family and sharing my happiness with them. Instead, I arrived home to find everyone grumpy and Lucy’s replacement cake sitting on the table with a big wedge out of it and two freshly-baked cake layers on the table beside it. Lucy was very, very unhappy.

Turns out that the icing had turned out badly so Lucy had to make yet a third cake to take to the auction tomorrow. However, we were out of peanut butter so I had to go out again to buy more before Lucy could get going on icing cake #3.

Now I am ready to go to bed so that I’ll be able to stay awake at the conference tomorrow, after dropping Lucy off at the Harvest Festival to help at the concession stand. Walter will have to take her to the auction as I won’t get home from my conference in time. Lots going on here!

So Confused

Well, today I slept in. Not anywhere near as late as my kids, but late for me. I felt like we all earned it after the stress of the last few days.

After lunch all three kids and I took off for the convention center to see how things had turned out with the judging. They were still working on it and we had to wait several minutes before they let us in.

After checking everything out, our suspicions were confirmed. There does not appear to be any system whatever used in judging the home economics entries except for the food. I could understand it if they just used different criteria than I would because then at least I would understand why some things placed better than others even if I didn’t agree with it. But if they had any system at all, we couldn’t discover it by examining the entries that did well and those that didn’t.

If I were judging that kind of competition, I would judge and score each entry for originality, creativity, skill level, and effort/time involved in completing the project. For instance, if someone entered a complicated pieced quilt which had been painstakingly hand quilted, I would score this much higher than, say, a cute little apron. If something included a lot of handwork, that would score higher than something that was machine sewn in its entirety.

However, this type of value system was not in evidence today at all. For instance, Lucy entered four sewing projects: a cloak which was embellished with hand-sewn beading, a skirt which had decorative machine stitching, a blouse which had lace on the sleeves (sewn on with a machine) and a waist cincher which required no special techniques and which she made in one evening (though admittedly a long one).  If I were to rank those four items in order of skill and creativity and effort, I would rank them in that order: cloak, skirt, blouse, waist cincher.

Here’s the cloak:


It got a red (nice try) ribbon

The rest of the outfit:


Skirt–blue ribbon; Blouse–blue ribbon; Waist Cincher–blue ribbon and second place in the whole division.

Because this blog is also a record, you can just skip through the rest of the entries if you want.


Jasper’s Lego starship–red (nice try) ribbon

Jasper Harvest Festival Rose

Jasper’s rose photo–blue ribbon

 Jasper with cake

Jasper’s chocolate mocha pecan cake–blue ribbon


Lucy’s photo–red ribbon

Lucy landscape

Lucy’s photo–red ribbon

 Lucy horse photo

Lucy’s photo–blue ribbon

 Lucy shoes

Lucy’s photo–blue ribbon

 Lucy selfie

Lucy’s photo–blue ribbon. She thinks this is hilarious because she entered a selfie into a photo contest and it got a blue ribbon!


Lucy’s painting–red ribbon.


Lucy’s red necklace–red ribbon


Lucy’s green necklace–red ribbon

 Lucy's cake

Lucy’s chocolate peanut butter cake–blue ribbon, Second place reserve. This means that she gets to make a duplicate cake, which will be auctioned off on Saturday. Food items are judged based on taste and she made a very delicious cake!

Lucy's cake with ribbons

After reviewing the results of the judging, I think we’ve just about agreed that in future we will stick to entering only food items, which are in fact judged according to a system–taste! It is so discouraging to see that your very hard work on a beautiful project ranks lower than something that was clearly the slapdash result of a few minutes of effort. Not that I think my kids did poorly–they both did quite well for what they entered. It just doesn’t seem to make any sense. Lucy ended up winning something called the “sweepstakes award,” for racking up the most points based on her blue and red ribbons. She is quite happy about that and will be getting a trophy and a modest cash prize.

Meanwhile, I must make another run to Walmart tomorrow morning so that Lucy will have the supplies she needs to make a second cake!

And finally, did you remember to fly your Zambian flag today?


We did. It’s Zambian Independence Day! Zambia has been a nation for 49 years!


Oh, the relief of not having the Harvest Festival deadline hanging over our heads anymore!

Last night I was up late with Lucy again supervising the construction of her waist cincher. What made this a little funny is that this is something that I have never made before, so I just had to draft a pattern based on what we wanted it to look like and then make up a construction plan that involved boning and eyelets. So I was telling her how to do it but I was not speaking from experience.

She couldn’t do the eyelets last night because of all the hammering involved, so that had to wait for this morning. Once again my leather punches proved to be one of the wisest investments ever. I had the perfect size for Lucy to use to punch holes for the eyelets.

Meanwhile, I was up early and making a final run to Walmart to get the sleeve elastic and Reece’s pieces for Lucy to use in decorating her cake. Then it was time to get Jasper started on his cake, which required a full pound of butter (half in the cake and half in the icing). He had never made a cake all by himself before and he enjoyed it so much! He was so careful and meticulous every step of the way.

Lucy couldn’t start on her cake till Jasper’s was done, so there was a very real time crunch. She finished her waist cincher and got all her photos in their frames.

I was so busy supervising all this activity and trying to prepare for my class that I didn’t get my grading done. While we had our class, Lucy was icing and decorating her cake. After class, I ironed her skirt and blouse while she improvised a display for her jewelry sets.

Finally, everything was ready and Jasper stayed here for his piano lesson while Lucy and I drove up to the convention center with all the stuff. She had 13 entries and Jasper had 3. We laid her skirt, blouse and cincher out as an outfit and laid the cloak out separately. We noticed that all the other cakes were covered in some way and also had the recipes displayed with them, though no one had said anything about this to us even when directly asked.

So after I dropped Lucy off at her youth group I came home and printed out the recipes and got stuff to cover the cakes and went back up there. Fortunately the suspense only lasts a day–the judging is tomorrow.

Here is what Lucy entered:

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake

Red Velour cloak with bead embellishment

Yoked octagonal skirt with flounce and decorative machine stitching

Peasant blouse with lace embellishment

Laced waist cincher with boning

Red jewelry set (necklace & earrings)

Green Jewelry set (necklace & earrings)

2 black & white photographs

3 color photographs

1 painting

In the midst of all this I had a massive reality check. Deep down inside, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. I was so exhausted from stress and from lack of sleep, a little resentful of having to put aside all my own plans to help my kids get their Harvest Festival stuff done, sad that I missed a phone call from a very dear friend, in a lot of pain from various middle-aged ailments, and facing the reality that I have massive amounts of stuff to do in the next week, which means I can’t really collapse at all even though that’s all I want to do right now.

Then I learned that a friend that I’ve known since childhood lost his wife to cancer today. Oh, how trivial my problems seem when compared to the trauma of losing your spouse. This particular friend has already suffered more than his share of tragedy and I will be praying regularly for him and his children as they deal with their loss.

Well, if I’m going to get to bed before midnight (Oh blissful thought) I must leave you now. Au revoir.

Hanging in There

I don’t believe I’ve been this tired since Mary’s wedding. And I think I should warn everyone who might encounter me this week that most of my brain cells are on strike. I plan to go to bed early tomorrow night and possibly not get up until Friday. (Ha! I wish!)

Today started with me taking Spencer to his early morning Bible study while I went to Walmart to pick up a few things we still needed. Then I took Spencer to meet a friend to play tennis and I stopped by Walgreens to pick up the Harvest Festival photos before coming home to get ready to teach.

I had my high school class today and then had to draft the pattern for Lucy’s waist cincher before leaving for my writers’ meeting. And yes, I probably should have skipped the meeting but I was so thrilled to be able to go at the right time and not have to bum a ride! Plus, I love hanging out with other writers.

When I got home Lucy had followed my instructions on cutting out the waist cincher, so ever since then I’ve just been guiding her step by step through the process of making it. It has been a long time since I’ve had to do anything with boning, and of course it is Lucy’s first time! I think she is doing a wonderful job.

Tomorrow morning will be cake-baking time, plus Lucy needs to do her jewelry display. I have another class to teach tomorrow, but I have had to shorten it due to the demands of Harvest Festival and piano lessons also. Did I mention I am very tired?

Too Ambitious?

A month or so ago, when we signed up for the 4-H Harvest Festival, we were very optimistic. We (and by “we” I mean “I”) thought it would be really good for Lucy to enter in a bunch of categories, because she has so much artistic ability and is good at so many things. So, we committed her to entering the following items:

  • 1 painting (done, PTL!)
  • A cloak (done)
  • A pirate skirt (finished today)
  • A pirate blouse (in progress)
  • A waist cincher (we think we have the materials)
  • Two sets of jewelry (necklace and earrings)–done and gorgeous!
  • 5 Photographs (2 black & white and 3 color)–waiting to be picked up from Walgreens
  • Food creation–a chocolate cake that has yet to be designed, let alone baked

Now, all this might be less intimidating if Lucy was an experienced seamstress, but she is not. So, since she has to do all the work herself, my job is to coach her from the sidelines and make sure she knows what to do at each step. She is learning a lot! Tonight will be another late night as she tries to finish the blouse, leaving only the waist cincher and the picture framing and the cake baking for tomorrow.

Oh, and we also have class tomorrow and I have a class on Wednesday too, which is the day we have to take all this stuff over to the Harvest Festival!

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m one of those competitive moms who lives through her children and forces them to succeed at all costs. However, you are wrong. I did have ulterior motives here, but they’re not what you think.

You see, I am a world-class procrastinator, but I throw myself into projects with passion and vigor when I have a deadline to meet. I’m the one who stayed up all night in college writing a term paper the night before it was due–and still got an A. I’m the one who went very short on sleep in order to make recital outfits, graduation dresses, and a wedding dress. Sometimes I can trick myself into creating a false deadline, especially when it comes to my writing. I can say to myself, “Self, you have to write 3000 words today or you don’t get to have a cup of tea or watch a video tonight.” Usually that works. But somehow, it never works when I say, “Self, you have to finish this sewing project or you’ll be grounded from your computer for two days.” I just laugh at myself and blow it off.

I have noticed over the last fifteen years that Lucy is very much like me in this regard. She is very motivated by deadlines. So when I talked her into entering all this stuff, it was because I knew she’d find it very difficult to be motivated to do any of it without a deadline. Now the deadline is upon us and it is very stressful. However, she is getting a pirate outfit out of it! Not to mention great sewing, beading, baking, and photography experience. Someday she’ll thank me . . .

Day by Day

I had a roommate in college who was a pianist–not a serious one, but one who simply liked to go bang out a few hymns now and then. She would often ask me to keep her company when she went down to the practice rooms, and she often played this hymn. I already liked it, but I really grew to love her arrangement of it. Now, every time I hear it, I think of her.

Day by Day

Lina Sandell Berg

Day by day, and with each passing moment,

Strength I find, to meet my trials here:
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, it’s part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.


Every day, the Lord Himself is near me

With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
Ever to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.