This is the current issue of The Resident Journal, minus the pictures. Chuck Baston, a Covenant Woods' resident, came up with the idea, and I was recruited to be the editor. The Resident Journal, a monthly - more or less - has been printing the work of Covenant Woods' residents since May 2015. This month's issue is a little thin, it is usually eight to twelve pages.
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The Resident Journal
Covenant Woods, Columbus, Georgia
July 2018
America
By Kate Larkins
From Maine to California
We planted golden grain,
In rich and fertile valleys
And mountainous terrain.
Through drought and depression
We’ve tilled our native land.
We fought our wars, grieved our men,
And triumphed once again.
We fought off varmints, plagues and flood
And daily fight inflation.
We’ve filled the bins and stocked the shelves
To feed a hungry nation.
So bless us, Lord, this special day,
As we bow our heads in prayer.
We thank you for the guts it took
And the guts to hang in there.
The Resident Journal July 2018 Page 2
Dresser Tops
By Chuck Baston
The subject of this little essay is unusual and can use a bit of explanation before we get into its heart and soul. “Dresser” is that wonderful piece of furniture in the bedroom, whose spacious drawers hold hosiery and underwear, sweaters and shirts, and miscellaneous items galore. Unfortunately, it seldom has room for all we try to put in it.
Having taken care of the drawers, we come to the top of the dresser, which is our subject. Though you probably do it every day, now is a good time to look at what is displayed there. A survey of dresser tops, I’m sure, would find the greatest array of items ever conceived, everything from Indian scalps to false teeth.
What are we likely to find on a dresser top? Photographs are often the No. 1 dresser top item; pictures of loved ones, of those still with us and of those who have passed. There might be trinkets on the dresser that hold loving memories of family and friends. One of Aunt Tillie’s garters might be there, or grandpa’s old mustache cup. There might also be a hand mirror, a comb, a brush, a small mirrored jewelry tray, a small chest for jewelry or other keepsakes. And maybe some souvenirs from visits to Disney World, the Statue of Liberty, or Niagara Falls.
You see! Dresser tops can be very interesting and may provide insight into the personality and interests of its owner. It may hold a major clue to a personal trait the owner doesn’t want made public.
So, it pays to be careful what we display on the dresser. On the other hand, you see the items on your dresser every day and derive pleasure from them. Be sure the items on your dresser give you a smile every morning and each night before you turn out the light and enter your land of memories.
Happy dreams!!!
The Resident Journal July 2018 Page 3
Radiating Love
By Violet Hayes Conner
How amazing is Calvary Love! When transformed by Calvary Love, the heart undergoes miraculous changes. One dies to self and discards the grave clothes of sorrow and the blemishes of unrighteousness. A new person emerges with a new joy-filled heart, full of His ever-present redeeming Love.
His marvelous Love radiates into families, creating an awesome bonding. Friendships flourish when renewed hearts share in His Presence. How amazing is this bonding and promoting love and goodwill among families and friends. The heart greatly rejoices!
Radiating Love knows no bounds. It flows from love-filled hearts clothed in flowing garments of praise. Be adorned with His glorious praise and radiate the beauty of His mantle of Love!
The Resident Journal July 2018 Page 4
The Long, Hot Summer
By Tom Harris,
Day after day the high’s above ninety,
The humidity is one-forty-four.
I’d like to say with class and nicety
That I can’t take this stuff anymore.
But daily that darn heat-index rises,
And saps my respectful vocabulary
The heat kills the nice words, and my surmise is,
What’s left will draw the constabulary.
Yes. I do try to be understanding
Of Mother Nature’s mysterious ways.
Yet, on days when I’m out standing
In Sol’s searing, sultry, scorching rays,
It is difficult to keep a civil tongue,
And polite chatting is impossible.
Within seconds I’ve burst a lung,
Shouting words and phrases reprehensible.
As Grandma said, “It’s hotter than Hades.”
One moment outside and I am an ember,
I’m wishing hard for a day in the eighties,
Which maybe we’ll have in November.
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Help! We need writers. If you have an essay, story or poem you’d like to share with your friends and neighbors, pass it along to Alisha, Annie, Penelope, Tom Harris, or drop it off at the front desk, or email it to tharris508@gmail.com. If you have an idea and would like some help getting it on paper, please ask. We are always glad to help.
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