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When your deepest disappointment brings a new meaning to your life, And you’re closer to the ground than you thought you’d ever be, And the weeks seem long and meaningless and another day brings strife In the valley of the shadows the soul’s dark night is all you see The mourning becomes dancing The loss becomes new gain Step by step you are  advancing On the road of toil and pain In the cauldron of experience His presence is the power That perfects the weak-for their defense Mercy makes a mighty tower Boundless and Bold is the Father’s love As it was from old, it is more than enough We’ll never tame the glorious name The reckless raging Love  age to age the same The challenges we face each day exposit our great need To cast ourselves headlong on grace  for every thought and deed This transforms our perspective, a so our mind’s renewed Setting our  hearts on things above will baptize our attitude The mourning becomes dancing The loss becomes new gain Step by step you...

Words are failing But I am prevailing My groans are not of pain But of the glory I’ve obtained Overwhelming Christ indwelling My heart is overcome And now I am undone Too much too good too amazing Is the fullness of this glory I am praising Oh the promises that I fail to apprehend Shall be to His glory in the end. Grace exceeds Abundant  needs And I am satisfied Under your wings to hide Beyond all I ask In glory to bask I’ve tasted and I’ve seen Your goodness evergreen Too much too good too amazing Is the fullness of this glory I am praising Oh the promises that I fail to apprehend Shall be to His glory in the end. Bridge You take me far beyond the brink  Beyond all I can ask or think From your fountain I will drink Of life eternally. Grace surpasses My trespasses Mercy is abounding God’s Grace is so astounding Glory reigns down In Christ I’m found I would be set apart Give me a Holy heart Too much too good too amazing Is the fullness of this glory I am praising Oh the promise...

This I call to mind, therefore I have hope: When this truth I comprehend The steadfast love of the Lord shall not cease  His mercies never shall end. This I call to mind, therefore I have peace When in this truth I come to rest The mercies of the Lord ever increase By this thought I am blessed. For I cannot reason or reckon my way Out of this situation today I can’t pull enough strings  The harder I try the more failure it brings God of the impossible remind me You do impossible things If I forget, I will languish- If I forget, I shall fail So set my mind on things above so I can prevail Bridge Oh the greatness of Grace, wisdom and power That avails itself  each hour Holy Spirit please remind me I pray Call to mind the lovingkindness  That sees me through ev’ry day I will remember the deeds of the Lord;  Wonders of old my soul heeds I will remember and ponder your works,  And meditate on your deeds For I cannot reason or reckon my way Out of this situation ...

The Bullitt County News   December 24, 1909 Continued from last week. The Children’s Corner- The Watermelon Patch  In the summer another delicacy was in order- Our watermelon patch was kept safe from coyotes and deer by a fence that seemed to a young boy to be as tall as a barn. Let me say without hesitation that there are few things that taste better than a cold sweet watermelon on a hot day, especially after haying or threshing in the field. We would sometimes chill a nice ripe melon in the creek or the spring by placing it in a shallow location early in the morning before starting in on our labors. Once I was sent to fetch the cold melon after a day of haying. The melon of choice was more than my ten year old arms could manage, and as I approached the haystack I dropped it and it burst open. I was embarrassed as Uncle and Papa laughed but they told me not to fret as it saved them cutting it open with their hatchets or pocket knives. That was the most delicious watermelon I ...

  The Bullitt County News  December 17, 1909 The Children’s Corner The Apple Hole and the Watermelon Patch CWR  An apple is as sweet as candy to a boy in the summer months, and the taste for it does not diminish during the winter months. In fact the memory of the juicy fruit on a hot day of stacking haycocks may make them all the more to be missed for that sensation is forever linked in memory with warm and bright days. An apple is full of sunshine. The sound of the dropping of apples from the apple boughs made for a willing worker when it came to string up a winter stock of the fruit. We had an old root cellar in which we stored apples in the autumn months, and an apple-hole in the back yard later as the first hints of winter approached with jack frost in attendance. The apple harvest time demanded as much time as sugar making. In mid October days we would fill bushel baskets and gunny sacks and stack them on the wagon, our orchard never lacked for produce, and in the la...

I am running out of pictures of GGGrandpa Charlie, but here is a photo of some of his offspring...taken around 1931-32, the year my Dad was born. On the left is my Grandma Alma - Grandpa Charlie's son Grandpa J. O. Ridgway is holding her oldest, my Aunt Bertha. the short lady is GGrandma Mattie.   August 2, 1908- BN Continued from last week  One time when James Simmons and Ernest were little boys, Kirby Simmons came home one evening and Ernest was standing around the yard looking sneaking, Kirby said “what is the matter?” and at the same time said “where is James?” Ernest said, “He is upstairs lying down, he don’t feel good.” Kirby said, “What is the matter with him?” Ernest said, “We were playing on the hillside rolling one another in a barrel and the barrel got away from me and rolled down the hill with him in it and he has not been feeling good since.” Kirby laughed a little out of the corner of his mouth and said, “Well you make haste and do up the evening work.” It seems ...

always click on image for larger view- This is Mary Jane Ridgway ca 1860 July 19, 1908 BN The Bullitt County News   Children’s Corner Children and Their Ways.  It would seem impossible to do justice to this subject in a little article like this for there have been children in the world ever since the first children were born unto Adam and Eve, and it would require several large volumes to tell all about children and their ways. In all times children have played a big part in the home life, and in every nation children have their peculiarities that belong to that nation; hence the difference in children in different nations and countries. Children receive their first impressions at home, and are, to some extent, what their parents make them. This little article is not a wise dissertation on child life, but a rehearsal of a few of the circumstances that have come under my observation or that I have heard from others, and is more for the amusement of children than for the instruc...