by Lisa Huddleston

Satan strives to eat the earth with fire, floods, and every kind of destruction that will mask the face of God.

But dilution is the solution to pollution.

Are you washed in the blood?

Are you sowing seeds that lift our eyes to heaven?

Plant trees that clap their hands.

Stand firm on stones that cry out the truth.

Let everything that hath breath or creative inspiration praise the Lord.


All creatures great and small … God made them!

All creatures great and small … God made them!

By Lisa Huddleston

Tonight I’d like to borrow a poem that has been running through my head all day since I sat in church this morning and thought of how happy the Quiet Life on Hudfarm makes me. The joy of the people, animals, and beauty of all the growing things around me–each reminds me of the Creator who made them, and each in his, her, or its own way tells me more of the greatness of our God. For all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, I am thankful.

All Things Bright and Beautiful

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Trillium growing in the woods.

Trillium growing in the woods.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

This is Goldie. Who know chicken's had so much personality packed into their little selves?

This is Goldie. Who knew chickens had so much personality packed into their little selves?


The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

Written by Cecil Frances Alexander and borrowed by me all day long. Amen.



Purple cone flowers around my patio.

Purple cone flowers around my patio.

By Lisa Huddleston

After writing (and posting-gasp!) my woeful essay about horseshoe crabs, I have had a delightful afternoon. Although it is July in the South which should be miserably hot and sticky, we are experiencing a lovely, cool and dry front more appropriate in Michigan than Middle Tennessee. I made a delicious dinner, and Mom, Chuck and I enjoyed it al fresco. Yes, we finally were able to enjoy the patio. Simply said–I’ve had a beautiful day.

“What?” you asked. “After bringing us all down by opening Pandora’s Box about the meaning of life and the existence of God? Then you go out and have a lovely afternoon? What gives?”

Yeah. Sorry about that. It was the truth and exactly how I was feeling when I wrote it. But I am a very divided personality. Sometimes I lead with my head and at others times it’s my heart that directs my path. This morning was my head. Now it’s my heart. And my heart can’t ignore the blessings from the God that my head just can’t wrap itself around. Yes, two things always get me: the living Word and the glory of Creation. Both push me into belief with mighty, two-handed shoves. I just can’t resist either one.

The Word with it’s unaccountable continuity of truth cannot be “of man” alone. It is undoubtedly a supernatural work. And my heart sings along to its unceasing melody.

A pink sunset over Hudfarm.

A pink sunset over Hudfarm.

And Creation. Glorious(!) and also continuous in pointing to the One and Only Creator. Who can deny the defining fingerprint mashed upon every detail? Not even I. Even in my most cynical moments.

I wanted to let you all know the other side of my story before I slept (and you slept) tonight. Hopefully we will all rest better now. Heart and mind together. Peace out.