Playing the Glad Game

I was over visiting and one of my lovely friends who has
a lovely blog called Pom Pom's Ponderings and in her side bar
was a button about playing the glad game. It made me remember
how I love the book and the movie of Pollyanna. So I thought tonight
why don't I play the glad game a bit.
One thing I am always glad about is people who are great thinkers who
write down what they think about so I can read their thoughts, like
this one.

We cannot remove the conditions under which our work is to be done, but we can transform them. They are the elements out of which we must build the temples wherein we serve.
Brooke Foss Westcott---

So no matter where you serve, as Elisabeth Elliot said, " It can be a gateway to joy."

One of the many things I am thankful for since I have been blogging, is that I pay
better attention to the changing of the season. Because you know how all of life is now
a blog post? I noticed this morning while I was watering the garden that even though
it is only August, the trees are starting to turn. I noticed that some of the trees have leaves
that are turning yellow. The ground is beginning to be more littered with brown
dried leaves.
Then I thought of this:

I looked outside today and my yard was littered with leaves. I told the kids about it as they looked out the window, and one of them remarked, " that is the best tree, it always mourns for us because school is getting ready to start. As I thought about that, when you live in a place you grew up, as Robert Lewis Stevenson put in his book.

From Child's Garden of Verses

As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you.  He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear, he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.

So as I stand and stare at the tree, I see all of the children who have clung to its
branches in the days of August, knowing that summer was almost over.

I am so thankful that I have grand children who keep me from forgetting the
the children who have played in this tree, and I know that this tree in my front
yard is a grand ole tree as it has watched 4 generations of children and still
it stands as a soldier waiting for the next ones to climb upon his limbs.

Have a lovely weekend,

~Kim~

Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!

(Psalm. 107:6)