Your Labor Is Not in Vain
The Porter's Gate
Your labor is not in vain
Though the ground underneath you is cursed and stained
Your planting and reaping are never the same
Your labor is not in vain
Your labor is not unknown
Though the rocks they cry out and the sea it may groan
The place of your toil may not seem like a home
But Your labor is not unknown
I am with you, I am with you
I am with you, I am with you
For I have called you, called you by name
Your labor is not in vain
The vineyards you plant will bear fruit
The fields will sing out and rejoice with the truth
For all that is old will at last be made new
The vineyards you plant will bear fruit
I am with you, I am with you
I am with you, I am with you
For I have called you, called you by name
Your labor is not in vain
The houses you labored to build
Will finally with laughter and joy be filled
The serpent that hurts and destroys will be killed
And all that is broken be healed
I am with you, I am with you
I am with you, I am with you
For I have called you, called you by name
Your labor is not in vain
I am with you, oh I am with you
Oh I am with you, oh I am with you
For I have called you, called you by name
Your labor is not in vain
Just when you think some elements of this Pandemic couldn't get any more discouraging/disgusting (i.e., the death count and the public behavior about wearing masks), along comes an inspiration to shake you out of your funk.
And, with that, a clear reminder that loud, angry and crude voices are often overshadowed by soft, thoughtful and eloquent voices sharing important messages.
Thank you, Becca, for just that.
You made my morning, and, as you can see, I'm sharing the words you sang in your meaningful video of gratitude.
So touching, so timely, so powerful and so meaningful in so many ways.
You, Becca, remain a true example of PAL Z!
I hope other readers draw inspiration today from the lyrics above. All too often images and "noise" get in the way.
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I guess you would categorize the photo above as both good, a bit ugly and somewhat hilarious. It was good that for two days, nobody absconded with Bill's Darn Tough sock which he inadvertently left on the roadside after fishing at Grouse Creek the other night. Twas a bit ugly wadded up there in the dirt, but it was there when we pulled off the road and parked where he had parked that night. When Bill's socks got wet from fishing with no waders, he changed into his Crocs before getting into the pickup and the errant sock stayed behind. So, after dinner, we piled in the pickup and headed for Grouse Creek. I had not been up there since the road wash-out and subsequent repair, so I listened to commentary as we drove through that area where a big rock berm has been planted to keep the creek from heading over to the road again. Bill also said the road will eventually be replaced with another "up there" as he pointed to the left. Kinda sad nostalgia for me since my first summer job with the Forest Service was helping survey nine miles of that road. The sock turned out to be a bit hilarious because when we pulled off, Bill said, "It's not there." "Oh yes it is," I said while opening my door. That's when Bill said he really did think it was there. I still remain skeptical, especially cuz I spotted the sock first. Darn tough socks, I guess, are just that, and when they sell for $20-plus a pair, it's worth taking a trip to Grouse Creek to retrieve one. I don't know what we'll do when the sock-loving washer or dryer eats one of them. In other news, wasn't it neat to see some baseball last night? I watched a portion of the lead-up to the Yankees-Senators game, and when we returned, a bit of the Dodgers-Giants contest. Twas especially fun to see the cardboard fans in the stands. Wonder how much they paid for those prime seats! I told Bill that, for so-so fans like me, watching the Pandemic television version was about the same as usual cuz the action on the field usually gets the most attention. I think generally the creative folks did a pretty good job of simulating a somewhat normal scene. During this time with minimal sports activities, I've mentioned before that our son has taken advantage of the situation and used his creative and tech skills to develop a series of podcasts focusing on coaching basketball. Most recently and airing for the first time this morning is a podcast with Coach Dave Love, interviewed by Coach Will Love. As you'll see below, this interview was a big catch for Willie. Most of you might not coach basketball, but if you like basketball, you may enjoy this interview. |
July 24: from one Coach Love to Another . . . .
Dave Love joins
Small-Sided Pod Development Series to talk about what he would do if was
a shooting coach for a high school program. Love is a professional
shooting coach based out of Calgary who has worked with basketball
players at the highest levels.
Love goes deeper into a recent blog post
where he identified ways coaches can provided individual or small-group
instruction within a team setting. He identifies methods coaches can use
and emphasize to help players at any level improve their shooting
habits.
Love is active on Twitter
(@CoachDaveLove) and has a website CoachDaveLove.com where basketball
coaches can find many of his resources.
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Ceremonial first pitch by a deserving Dr. Anthony Fauci. |
There was plenty of GOOD fun going on at the Pack River Swimming hole last night when we drove by.
While Bill drove on and turned around, I spent some time walking the road and snapping photos of this pair having the time of their lives in the water.
Oh, for the good ol' days of carefree youth.
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Lefty keeps improving. He walks with a slight limp now, but his gait has sped up considerably since Wednesday. |
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| The goldfinches at the feeder have come often and always inspire visual delight, as do each of the new roses. It seems to be a great year for roses. Probably a good thing as their beauty helps us forget the ugly. Happy Friday. |
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