God is Good

Hey everybody, Sage here.

I am feeling fabulous today, and I just wanted to share my joy with you! I hope you are enjoying whatever God has brought your way today. It is very, very beautiful here, and I am thanking Him for the sunshine, the green everywhere, and my family. What can you thank Him for today?

I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Sage

Welcome our new Poet to the S.J.

Hello Readers,

As of recently we have had the opportunity to post one of our good friend's poems here on the S.J.!

*Applause*

Here it is: enjoy "All I am" by Wynter Strapps.

P.S. We want feedback! Tell us what you think of Wynter's poem.

ALL I AM

All I am,
And all I’ll be,
I lay them down before your feet.
Now I pray for you to speak through me,
As I have foreseen.

All I see,
And all I hear,
To you I hold them dear.
Now I ask for you to come,
And leave a lot, not just some.

All I hope,
And all I ask,
Is for me to complete my task.
And to help me along the way,
To be complete someday.

All I want,
And all I need,
Is for you to take the lead.
To someday be made whole,
That is my dream and goal.

All that exists,
And all I live for,
Not just tales of old lore.
Make your way clear to me,
So I am all you want me to be.

All the memories,
And all the dreams,
Are not always as they seem.
They come and go,
Over which I have no control.

All my faith,
And all my beliefs,
Will never begin to cease.
Let your will be done,
By earth and by your Son.

All I persevere,
And all I feel,
Goes away with just one kneel.
And with the coming of night,
You shine through with you light.

All the hurt,
And all the pain,
Will never be in vain.
‘Cause when I pray,
It goes away for a day.

All my longing,
And all my suffering,
Never seems to have an ending.
It just goes on and on,
Sometimes I wish I were gone.

All the suffering,
And all the tears,
Fall on us through our fears.
And when all hope is lost,
Our Lord and Savior pays the cost.

All I think,
And all I’m here for,
I look to you evermore.
Someday I’ll walk those streets of gold,
But while I’m here I’ll be bold.

All I achieve,
And all I aspire,
I must strive for before I retire.
And all the world has faded to grey,
Before the dawn of another day.

All I trust,
And all I foresee,
Is unlocked with just one key.
That key is to my heart,
The Lord owns it all, not just a part.

All my life,
Is like a song,
The road is narrow and long.
But it will all be worth it,

When I am gone, and eternity is perfect.

Owen!

Hello to all my friends, it's Sage here. I'm ecstatic about this summer! I can just smell great adventures ahead of us.

It feels great to be writing here again, this is undoubtably one of my favorite things to do.

Our new mascot at the Serendipity Journal is going to be a small, but highly intelligent hedgehog. I am going to introduce this series with his first new diary entry. I hope by the end of this, you will be as much as in love with Owen as we are here at the S.J.

"The Adventures of Owen the Hedgehog."

Adventure one - told as from the diary of Owen, the hedgehog

Dear Diary,

I am most content on this rainy day in my humble dwelling. Since all of my laundry is washed, the kitchen floors are swept, the kettle is set on to boil, and my frog vault is securely sealed, I am at liberty to write in you, my new diary. I suppose I will have to start relatively from the beginning. You need an explanation of how I got to my current situation. That way, you will be up-to-date, in a sense, on my wonderful hedgehog life. First, you should know that I am partial to referring to myself as a civilized being, not a mere, mindless hedgehog. Second, I love living outdoors; although, mind you, I sincerely dislike bugs. Even though my species generally diets on those sorts of organisms, I am accustomed to my European diet of fresh vegetation. I do enjoy an occasional snail or two now and then. As for my frog vault, I assume you have been wondering about that from the start. Well, I often refer to it as my "order Anura protection agency." In return for the protection I give them with my highly technical vault [which I will explain later], the frogs catch those unruly bugs around my abode. You see diary, some hedgehogs and other predators thoroughly enjoy the taste of frogs. Personally, I detest that leathery skin and cold blood, but that's just personal opinion. For more about me, I love to read, going for long walks in the woods and parks around my house is on of my favorite thing, oh, and kittens! Now that I have got most of that nonsense out of the way, I would like to explain to you my line of work. It is somewhat classified, but I have been given permission to tell the majority of it to helpless civilians. I work for a government, but this is most definitely not any government [more on this in the next entry.] It is called the faerie, or fairy government for those of you who are not familiar with these highly intellectual words. I have a diary tendency to tone my vocabulary down for that group of you I have just finished mentioning. Most of my friends are actually not who you would expect. With the exceptions of my family, Nolan Rabbit, and Mr. and Mrs. Feline, the majority of my friends are [oh, and of course the frogs] part of the faerie district. That story will be for another time, but I do spinely promise, [that sort of promise is very, very sincere in the hedgehog species] that I will explain all of that in due time. As for the current moment, the rain has stopped and there is a rainbow in the sky. And, to keep tradition, I must leave and go wish my [faerie] friends well, at the end of the rainbow. Au revoir, diary.

Yours truly,

Owen