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Monday, September 21, 2015

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The Brook

When I was reading The Wide, Wide World, there was one whole chapter about this cute little brook and the main character (a ten-year-old orphan) and another neighborhood girl playing in and around it. The quote at the beginning of the chapter said:

“Downward, and ever farther,

And ever the brook beside;

And ever fresher murmured,

And ever clearer, the tide.”


First, can I just say that I love books with quotes at the beginning of each chapter? Second, I don’t know why that quote (or the brook idea in general) appeals to me, but it does. 

The picture above is of a little creek we took a walk by in Ohio. This was next to my grandparent’s quaint cottage where we stayed for a night this past summer. Little streams or brooks or creeks or rivers are such perfect spots.

There are a few brooks in the Bible too. When they were rebuilding the temple in Hezekiah’s time, the priests needed a way to dispose of all the old impurities, so they threw them all in the brook (II Chronicles 29:16). Nehemiah was surveying decayed Jerusalem and his horse needed a drink, so he went to the brook (Nehemiah 2:14-15). David needed stones to fight Goliath, so he gathered them at the brook (I Samuel 17:40). And two of the best brook scriptures in the Bible are:

“For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills” (Deuteronomy 8:7).

“As the hart (deer) panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God” (Psalm 42:1-2).

One of our favorite songs to sing at church says:

“I will lay my troubles down by the water, where the river will never run dry.”

(Whenever we sing this song, mom gets this weird idea that she needs to snap her fingers to the beat throughout the whole thing like they do in the Youtube video. But when she tries, she can never actually snap through the whole song because she loses track of the beat about halfway through. We have to beg and plead with her every time not to do that when we sing it. She even suggested we use maracas once, so Audry had to hide the maracas under the bed until months later when she had finally forgotten about it.)

But anyways, like the orphan girl did or like the priests did as they destroyed all the idols or like David preparing for battle or Nehemiah rebuilding the city, we can be that thirsty deer and find the brook, lay our troubles down and drink from its never-ending flow. There is really a river that never runs dry and trickles on, cheerfully inviting us to leave everything there and be inspired.


  1. what a great post - made me smile and even laugh - and lightened my heart - thanks for sharing - and keep on writing! i've not met your grandmother except through emails (as she and i used the same book publisher) but what a rich heritage you have :)

    1. Marcy,

      Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm glad my writing could be a blessing. It is neat to pass on the legacy.

      Be sure to keep reading!



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