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It will be a good, a blessed #newyear

In a great book you will discover more on a re-read. Today I began reading a book given to my great-great grandmother by my great-aunt passed down to my grandmother and given to my mother the month before I was born. Before Christmas 2017 my mom gave the book to me.

Streams in the Desert offers a drink to your thirsty soul for each day of the year. It has done so for generations of women in my family as noted by the inscriptions on the opening pages. My copy is a direct link to my heritage of faith; the year 1958 noted on January 1, the underlined passages, the side-note of a day selected to be read aloud at a ladies’ group.

Will I read and re-read? Probably. Already on day one, Streams presents me with a Bible verse I’ve never noted before.

1 But the land into which you are about to cross to possess it, a land of hills and valleys, drinks water from the rain of heaven, 12 a land for which the Lord your God cares; the eyes of the Lord your God are always on it, from the [h]beginning even to the end of the year. (Bible book Deuteronomy, Chapter 11 verses 11 & 12).

The author of Streams, Mrs. Charles E. Cowman, writes:

“Today, dear friends, we stand upon the verge of the unknown. There lies before us the new year and we are going forth to possess it. Who can tell what we shall find? What new experiences, what changes shall come, what new needs shall arise? But here is the cheering, comforting, gladdening message from our Heavenly Father, ‘The Lord thy God careth for it.’ ‘His eyes are upon it…from the beginning of the year even unto the end of the year.'”

Whatever path your year takes you on, wherever our feet walk, the God of Abraham is caring for the way of those who follow Him be it on the hills or valleys. As Cowman says, “Trust only. The Father comes near to take our hand and lead us on our way today. It shall be a good, a blessed new year!”


“Streams in the Desert” is still in print in the original language from 1925 and a modern language edition updated by James Reimann, known for updating Oswald Chamber’s classic devotion, “My Utmost For His Highest.”

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Posted by on January 1, 2018 in Inspiration, Poetry & Prose


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On Writing (Poem) – Blank No More

(With thanks to guest author Munroe Wood for allowing me to post this work of his.–Kristin King)Screen Shot 2014-09-21 at 8.11.30 PM


To us as writers, there is nothing so simultaneously frightening and exciting as a blank page.

I have spent hours staring mute and empty at a white page, usually with a cursor blinking its subtle taunt in a vain attempt to spur me into action.

Yet I can also be found perusing the blank journal section at Barnes & Noble, eagerly paging through heavy brown books, sniffing the paper and dreaming of endless possibilities.

In fact, sometimes it is the possibility itself that is most exciting. If I etch something on that paper, the quantum state is broken.

Once I begin to actually write, I am limiting the story with every word; the uncertainties fall away as the story forms.

What if I don’t like what I’ve created?

I can throw away my work or alter it, but to what extent am I betraying myself then?

I must determine if it is worth the energy.

Whether I am satisfied with my efforts or not, with no effort comes no result.

I desire to share myself with others; in return I hope to know them through their works.

Our perspective is formed by the way we respond to every event in which we take part.

One of the greatest joys I’ve found is gaining deeper understanding of another human’s perspective of our shared reality.

It is a frightening thing; I never know what I’ll learn. But loneliness is worse than the alternative.

–Munroe Wood

It’s Not Blank Anymore © 2014 by Munroe Wood




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