Perhaps you know when you are getting… oldER, when there are 20-somethings whom you feel like drawing to your "bosom", and rocking them like your own baby. The Mom has felt that way about two different young ladies lately–one going through an unspeakable sorrow, and the other going through your "everyday-difficult-busy-life" stuff. And in case you thought we came up with "bosom" ourselves, no, it’s in the "chorus" (actually a hymn) that came to mind for today.
(We really don’t like "thee’s" and "thy’s", but it would sound rather weird to change them in these old hymns!)
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Lo! On Thee I cast my care,
While I of Thy strength receive.
Those last two lines are from other verses in the same song, since the original ones seem to talk about dying; plus, this way matches with yesterday’s theme.
BY THE WAY: There were a pair of Cardinals right outside this window, a few minutes ago!
Walk to Rivendell: We’re thankful for the strength to take one step at a time.