This is a favorite Christian hymn, lyrics written by Horatio Spafford in the 1870s after his 2-yr-old son died in the Great Chicago Fire, his finances fell apart, and his four daughters drowned in a shipwreck.
It has been a source of comfort for me. Chris Rice has a great version in his Hymns Project.
(By the way, the music is by Philip Bliss, the same guy who wrote Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy. Oh, and the lyrics mention Trump in the last verse.)
Congratulations to Bob Dylan who was awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature today. Here’s one of my favorites, written when he was 22.
A friend of mine sketched a drawing of me based on my current Facebook profile.
Sketch by Ridge Harper
I told him it was indescribably beautiful and requested the original by snail mail. He proposed an Art Swap: his sketch in exchange for an MP3 of me singing his favorite song by The Smiths, Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want.
Here’s my end of the deal:
It looked like the clouds were going to be interesting this afternoon. They were. This is about 3 hours of them crammed into 30 seconds.
Camera: GoPro, time-lapse at 10-second intervals
Fun youth activity last night: