learning to " Take Joy"

I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Not borne on morning wings
Of majesty, but I have set My Feet
Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat
That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.
There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;
Not broken or divided, saith our God!
In your strait garden plot I come to flower:
About your porch My Vine
Meek, fruitful, doth entwine;
Waits, at the threshold, Love’s appointed hour.


I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Yea! on the glancing wings

Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet
Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet
Your hard and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes
That peep from out the brake, I stand confest.
On every nest
Where feathery Patience is content to brood
And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize
Of motherhood—
There doth My Godhead rest.


I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
My starry wings
I do forsake,
Love’s highway of humility to take:
Meekly I fit My stature to your need.
In beggar’s part
About your gates I shall not cease to plead—
As man, to speak with man—
Till by such art
I shall achieve My Immemorial Plan,
Pass the low lintel of the human heart.



- Evelyn Underhill

This is the favorite poem of a very dear lady who you may already be familiar with. Tasha Tudor is her name. Her motto in life was " Take Joy, " isn't that lovely? I think I will borrow it from her. I have been reading about her life this week.

She wrote and illustrated several books, one in particular is very dear to our hearts about a favorite doll of her's, given to us by Grannie Annie called , A is for Annabelle. Which brings me to this interesting side note. When Anniebelle saw a picture of this sweet little old lady she said, " look Mommy, she's kind of like Grannie Annie. " I find myself fasinated by the story and simple beauty of this woman's life and thought I would like to share her with you ladies, and that perhaps you might also find yourself blessed by her work and sweet spirit.

So today I will continue to revel in our backyard black berry picking adventures and all of Annabelle's sweet pretendings. I will take mental pictures of her bouncing curly-topped head, making mud pies, dressed in a gauzy pink tu-tu, calling to me from the back porch..."Mommy you're the best girl I ever had. " Today I really don't see that it will be all that difficult to find reason after reason to "take joy," do you?