A Song from the Suds

By: Louisa May Alcott

A Song from the Suds



Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls

The stains of the week away,

And let water and air by their magic make

Ourselves as pure as they;

Then on the earth there would be indeed

A glorious washing day!

Along the path of a useful life

Will heart's-ease ever bloom;

The busy mind has no time to think

Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;

And anxious thoughts may be swept away

As we busily wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!"

Louisa May Alcott

Hope you all have and excellent weekend!

Kelsey

Photo Contest

Hello All! How is your week going? I decided to enter a photgraphy contest hosted by Rachel over at her blog aptly titled "Rachel's Blog" 

Whether any of the photo's happen to win something or not, I hope you enjoy taking a peek at them!

God Bless,

Kelsey

"The branch of the vine does not worry, and toil, and rush here to seek for sunshine, and there to find rain. No; it rests in union and communion with the vine; and at the right time, and in the right way, is the right fruit found on it. Let us so abide in the Lord Jesus."


- Hudson Taylor

A Poem by William Cowper and Some of My Own Ramblings...

 Isaiah fifty three, verse six says "All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."  
 WE are the sinners.
WE deserve to pay the price ...  It was
OUR sins...  Yet
CHRIST brought them upon himself, and willingly took a punishment that should have been OURS.

Jesus had no sin. He was perfect, and yet he did that for us. 

Isaiah fifty three verse seven: "He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth." 

Christ uttered no murmur or complaint, and yet we, as humans, are so quick to whine and cry about various things that happen day-by-day, which, most likely in the long run, mean nothing.  I know I'm certainly to blame.

Have you ever stopped to really think about what Christ did for you? I mean really think. I find it too difficult for my simple mind to comprehend; The amazing love that Christ has for us, to be willing to die for everyone- for me.  

Below is a poem by William Cowper. I don't know much about him, but when I found this poem of his, I thought it should be posted. Let me know your thoughts after you read this.

The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy


               by William Cowper


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Sin enslav'd me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came swarming o'er my mind.
Where, I said in deep distress,
Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,
And make the LORD my friend?


Friends and ministers said much
The gospel to enforce;
But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course:
Much I fasted, watch'd and strove,
Scarce would show my face abroad,
Fear'd, almost, to speak or move,
A stranger still to GOD.

Thus afraid to trust his grace,
Long time did I rebel;
Till, despairing of my case,
Down at his feet I fell:
Then my stubborn heart he broke,
And subdu'd me to his sway;
By a simple word he spoke,
"Thy sins are done away."

 

 
 
What an awsome, mighty, loving God we serve!
May we strive to glorify Him in all we do!
 
Hope you all have a wonderful rest of your week.
 
God Bless,
 
Kelsey

What is Freedom? - An Independence Day Poem

Freedom

Freedom-What does it mean now to man,
When we fulfill the Lord’s greater plan?


We fight our rival's and then decide

To proudly honor all those who've died-

Friend’s who suddenly turned into foe,

Some not knowing which side they're to go-


Soldiers fighting o’er battle lines

Police put a stop evil crimes;

Troops wait to see what each day shall bring;

Freedom-It’s an interesting thing.


Some had it taken from their close grasp,
Others held strongly to freedom’s clasp.


Wives care for children while all alone

Waiting for their soldiers to come home.

Some say “Set one ruler for them all!”

Some say government shouldn’t stand tall.

When is it okay to be the lead?

When will we see that Christ’s our great need?


Our liberty’s now being taken-

Our bright path to God, is now shaken-


Fighting for our land-this brave kingdom-

And all this-In the name of freedom.


And then there’s other’s who just don’t see

They should cry to God on bended knee.

Evil‘s stalking as thieves in the night-

Freedom-Let’s go and finish the fight.

Kelsey Hoppman

7/2/10

 

                                             We are one Nation Under God... 

...May God Bless America!

A Christian Home

Here is a poem written by Babara Hart:

*A Christian Home*

O give us home built firm upon the Savior
Where Christ is Head and Counselor and Guide
Where every child is taught his love and favor
And gives his heart to Christ, the crucified:
How sweet to know that through his footsteps waver
His faithful Lord is walking by his side!

O give us homes with Godly fathers, mothers,

Who always place their hope and trust in Him:
Whose tender patience turmoil’s never bothers,

Who calm and courage trouble cannot dim;

A home where each finds joy in serving others,
And love still shines, tho' days be dark and grim.
O Lord, our God, our homes are Thine forever!
We trust to Thee their problems, toil, and care;
Their bonds on love no enemy can sever
If thou are always Lord and Master there:

Be Thou the center of our least endeavor--

Be Thou our Guest, our hearts and homes to share.

-Barbara B. Hart

Some Photography on a Spring Day and a Poem

I thought I'd have some fun with the camera today and take some pictures using different angles. (When I looked around outside I didn't see many obvious pictures so I tried to be creative!) :)  I hope you enjoy looking at them.

 

And now, here are some photo's I took of some wildflowers the twins (Micah and Mykaela) brought in:

Below is a poem I wrote for my brother Josh. I wasn't planning on posting it but I will anyways' at one of my family member's request...  :)


Fly


By: Kelsey A. Hoppman
5/19/10

I see you hold fast to home
Your branch on the tree of life-
Now time’s come for you to fly-
Throwing down all weight of strife.


Bearing up the sound of grace
Holding fast to the trait of love
Ready to reach beyond this scope
Look before you and up above.


I now watch the grand take off
High and soaring through the trees
The world is carefully watching
As you gently glide with ease.


Far off in the distance
Something catches your eye-
You're now watching and waiting-
Once more- take off and fly!


I see you fleeing the chains
Of petty youth and free will
Gripping fast to a wisdom
Grabbing hold of joy’s fill.


Although you may be leaving
Testing out your new found wings-
Bring back a stronger foundation
Full of everything life brings.



Stand fast on the tough lesson’s
Gained during life’s long way
Look up to the Creator
For by him you fly this day.


Go full of joy and glory
As you’re rising now-once more-
High above hilltop and tree
Farther now across life’s shore.



Rise up and claim the freedom
Become all your meant to be
Rise up now with steadfast strength -
All the while-on bended knee.



“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;


but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.


They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.” -Isaiah 40:30-31

 

 

 

 

 

Feeling Feminine Challenge Day 2 and an Easter Poem

(Plus some extra pictures)

Balloons from the Fiesta last year

I'm so sorry I was sort of quick
yesterday and didn't offer much
explanation for my outfit. We
were getting ready to go to my
Grandma and Grandpa's for
dinner so I was in a hurry. :)




I'm wearing a sweater that I've had
for a long time! Not sure were I got
 it but it was probably given to me.
The skirt was one Mykaela had in
her closet that Mom had gotten at
Savers for her. Mykaela wasn't wearing it because it was to big on her,
and so I tried it on and it fit just fine! Maybe Kayla will get it when I'm
done with it...

I don't know
If anyone's
interested,
but here is a
picture of my
shoes. :)

I put my hair in a tucked pony tail.

Mykaela got the shirt from me
(One I got at Savers several
years ago) and the skirt was
either given to her our found at
Savers.

She decided to
go with a pony tail.

Keturah is

wearing a "Savers

skirt" and she got

the shirt from Kayla,

and the poncho

was given to her.

(Also in the picture

is Chiquita)

I put Keturah's hair

 in a ponytail with

a scrunchy that

she picked out.

She loves her little "baby"!

...And the chickens!

Couldn't resist putting

 these sweet pictures of Copper on. (Are you tired of the pups yet) :)

This is the remains of the turkey that Mom was preparing for dinner. I think Copper is feeling a little jealous...

OK, here is the poem I said I would post. As I think I've mentioned before, I'm still working on getting the meter right and I know it's not technically correct but I tried, so bear with me! :)

The Choice

Darkness now settles-


Faces awry


Three supposed criminals


Hanging to die.






Say’s one to the man


Who’s in greatest pain


“If you are who you say-


Call your Fathers name.”






Instead of demanding


Justice be brought


No relief was asked


And no comfort sought.






Grace is the huge gift


That freely was laid


Broken-down sinners


Through a guilt free man-saved .






“For you” said the other


Hanging beside


“This man has suffered,


And he soon will have died








I trust you Lord


And all that you say.”


Christ said “You shall dwell


In my Kingdom this day.”






The whole earth now shakes


The end very near


Sadness on some faces


Others look in fear






The cry: “It is finished”


Falls on many ears


Different faces


Stream down with tears




The torn head of Christ


Now drops down low


His breathing has ceased


Romans bid crowds to go




Torn is the veil


Just like so many hearts


The heavens seem darker


Some broken apart.


Laid in a deep tomb


It seems evil presides


Until it is shattered


For great light abides!




The angels rejoice


Singing jubilees


Death’s been defeated


Praise God on your knees






Christ is not dead


But risen Indeed


Mary’s rejoicing


“Clamps of death have been freed!”




The darkness now lifted,


Christ’s body is gone


Go people of Christ


Bring his great name in song




We remember the thieves


Who hung there as well


One went with Jesus-


The other to Hell






When you’re time has come


And you make the choice


Will you take Christ’ gift


Or ignore his voice?




The gift has been given


The price has been paid


Sinners repented


On Christ our sins laid.






On Calvary that day


Two chose where they stand.


One dropped down in darkness


One taking Christ’s hand.






Praise God he has risen


Sin cut like a knife


But what will you choose?


Hell or eternal life?
 
 
Hope you all have a great week! God Bless.
Kelsey