Here’s the song reference.
We have a great passion for reading at our house, which is why there is a bookshelf in every room (including both bathrooms — really). Not only does the tribe learn about everything from the Word of God to the adventures of Pippi Longstocking from our library, but they also get lots of opportunities to snuggle up and enjoy some quiet moments together while we read about why the sun rises and sets, who Saint Nicholas really was, and the grand adventures of a pair of cows named Minnie and Moo.
The new year has brought a new adventure in Bugaboo’s schooling, as, each day, she has a selection from Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses to read. Seton (our homeschool curriculum provider) recommends, as part of the art curriculum, children be given a reading selection from the nursery rhyme domain, draw a picture to illustrate the rhyme, then explain the picture. Since Grandma helpfully provided each member of the tribe with a hardbound copy of Stevenson’s children’s poetry (it was one of her first gifts to each of them), we decided to use the poems instead. So far, we’ve done “Bed in Summer” and “At the Seaside.”
Bugaboo is quite enthusiastic about this new exercise, partly because it’s something only she gets to do. It has been a wild, sad, and confusing time for the tribe, these past couple of months, and some of the lessons we’ve taught were not the ones in the planning book; we would all have much preferred making a Nativity set from water bottles over learning how to behave at the funeral home and the cemetery.
Nonetheless, life goes on, and in each day, the Lord send us some new evidence of His goodness and His majesty, and some slightly different medium through which to appreciate it. For now, that medium is poetry written about childhood for children, and the little drawings of a little girl who now desperately wants to go to the beach so she can dig holes and watch the tide fill them.
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for the earth and the seas, for the sun that lights our days and the moon that drives the tides, and for the enormous eyes of Your little blessings who see all of Your Creation with the awe and wonder such majesty deserves. Thank You for the hands and minds of those who have written songs about Your majesty in words a child can understand, and grant those of us who count ourselves as worldly adults the minds of children, that we may lose ourselves again in awe and in the peace that faith in You brings. Please remind us that we are called to be in this world, but not of it, and when we become burdened with the weight of the knowledge that lives here are brief in comparison to the mountains and seas You created, draw our hearts closer to Yours so we may be reminded that by walking in Your law, we will rejoice with You and all those beloved who have walked in Your fellowship for an eternity that dwarfs the longest river.