(For the Sew, Mama, Sew! giveaway, go here.)
"The -- what?" The Rev. Paul Ford's eyes left the leaf and gazed wonderingly into Pollyanna's merry little face.
"Well that's what father used to call 'em," she laughed. "Of course the Bible didn't name 'em that. But it's all those that began 'Be glad in the Lord,' or 'Rejoice greatly,' or 'Shout for joy,' and all that, you know -- such a lot of 'em. Once, when father felt specially bad, he counted 'em. There were eight hundred of 'em."
"Yes -- that told you to rejoice and be glad, you know; that's why father named 'em the 'rejoicing texts.'"
"And so your father--liked those 'rejoicing texts,'" he murmured.
"Oh, yes," nodded Pollyanna, emphatically. "He said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it -- some. And father felt ashamed that he hadn't done it more. After that, they got to be such a comfort to him, you know, when things went wrong; when the Ladies' Aiders got to fight -- I mean, when they didn't agree about something," corrected Pollyanna, hastily. "Why, it was those texts, too, father said, that made him think of the game -- he began with me on the crutches -- but he said 'twas the rejoicing texts that started him on it."
Our home study has been resubmitted to the state for approval. Please pray. Hard.