Not Yours to Give
Here's a little somethin' somethin'.
This is an AMAZING version. Simplified but not dumbed down, and it does not take God out of the story. It's by Michael Morpurgo Illustrated by Michael Foreman. Notice how the evil motivating Grendel in the beginning of the story was: "He heard that wondrous story of God's good creation, and because it was good, it was hateful to his ears... nothing had ever so enraged this beast as night after night he had to listen to all this happiness and harmony. It was more than his evil heart could bear."
Parenting is great. It makes you eat humble pie and just when you think you are full, you have to eat more. Only this kind of pie doesn't make you large around the middle. It actually shrinks some things. Ego, for one. I'm probably the only one that has to write notes to my daughter like this, but I wanted to save it on here for posterity's sake. I sure pray that my children don't grow up to think I'm a wacko. That, is ENTIRELY possible, and very probable, but I must rely on God's never ending grace.

Greetings from the land of the Occasional Blogger. What a summer! Jesse learned to walk in spite of his 30lbs, Caleb, well he hasn't stabbed Jesse with a sword... and Anna learned, no, mastered the swimming pool and the bicycle this summer. Oh, and Josh just hit the big 2-9. Yep, next year he's turning 30!
God strengthen me to bear myself;
That heaviest weight of all to bear,
Inalienable weight of care.
All others are outside myself;
I lock my door and bar them out
The turmoil, tedium, gad-about.
I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
If I could once lay down myself,
And start self-purged upon the race
That all must run ! Death runs apace.
If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men overgone!
God harden me against myself,
This coward with pathetic voice
Who craves for ease and rest and joys
Myself, arch-traitor to myself ;
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
My clog whatever road I go.
Yet One there is can curb myself,
Can roll the strangling load from me
Break off the yoke and set me free