Even then, should I rejoice?


When opportunity brings joy,
should I rejoice?
When daybreak brings tranquility,
should sadness enter in?
What if around the world there’s pain?
What if a mother’s under strain
to feed her child?
Should I rejoice,
and laugh and play?

When morning comes to brighten me
while children play around my knee
and my heart sings songs
of needed peace,
should I rejoice?
What if a child is beaten down,
beneath a father’s drunken hand,
too weak to cry, to understand?
Should peace surround me
even then?

Can love sit still,
hold back the tears?
Does love need times,
small dots in years
to listen first,
in God rejoice
before the raging battle
starts again?

Kathryn Spurgeon
#4308 7/25/12


Going Home

Here’s one of my poems published in the Lutheran Digest. It reminds me of my young nephew Daniel, who now sits on his heavenly Father’s lap, and of Carl, Louise’s husband, who is greatly missed here on earth.


Close my eyes and think of heaven.
Enter in the pearly gates.
Greet with joy, Apostle Peter.
Smell and see and feel and taste.

Roam the streets, the bright lights shining.
Loved ones greet me, everywhere.
Guide me to the mansion waiting.
Feel the presence, feel the care.

 Walk into the throne of glory.
To the One who holds all truth.
Bow before the great Creator,
King of Kings, Lord of my youth.

 In the presence of my Father
As He sits upon his throne,
Arms outstretching, I run to Him
“Father, Father, I am home!”

By Kathryn Spurgeon #2461 Lutheran Digest, March 2004

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Book sent to Agent

I re-edited my first novel, Up Town, and sent it off to be considered for publication! Yeah! Okay, I’ve been working on this for years, and gleaned information from many sources including enlivening fodder from my great Aunt Blanche. See her website at

However, the summary is harder than writing the book, so any advise is appreciated.

Sibyl Trimble, daughter of a wealthy banker during the Great Depression, wants to help the poor, but when she falls in love with a hobo, gets pregnant and must marry, she find herself in the poverty she wanted to alleviate. Despair threatens until she learns that God is greater than her dreams, and her marriage was what she wanted all along.

Up Town is a 1930’s historical novel, the first in a series of historical novels. The proposal for Up Town won 3rd place in Historical Romance in the Oklahoma Writers Federation contest and is approximately 97,000 words in length.

My agent, Les Stobbe, has been great to come up with ideas and is sending the manuscript off to several editors. Please pray with me for God’s hand to be with Up Town.


When Fear Threatened

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I wrote a poem a few days ago that may seem a little strange. 🙂 I wrote it after our Friday night Bible study where we discussed emotions and pride. And what keeps us from obeying God.

I stopped when the snake threatened to appear.

I subdued my feelings – the anxiety, fear.

I hid all the past times I failed to control.

I buried the pain so no one would know.

I bantered the thought that I could be set free,

Let the words escape, let the snake-skin me

Be changed, resurrected to a soft-hearted soul

Who was not afraid to let anyone know

That a weakness resided deep down inside.

The snake, when I found him, was only my pride.

 #4251 9/15/11


Mattie’s Place #2

I take the two bags of old papers found in the dilapidated shack and dump them on the counter top.  Curiosity gets the better of me. Wiping the off each item with a damp paper towel, I sort  the trash-like items into stacks of pictures, old letters, newspaper clippings, and official documents. Most of it goes into the trashcan beside me. I don’t keep the hundreds of Christmas cards with a simple signature. If a note is on it, then I keep it.

 I go through the documents and realize I’ve never heard these names. Well, then, I’m not from around here, what do I expect? I find birth announcements, report cards,  a death certificate dated April 3, 1929, and another dated April 7, 1927. The bank statements bear the name Theodore McDaniel. I open a marriage license between a Mattie McDaniel and N.L. Walker, dated 1954. Don’t tell me there isn’t a story here!

 I enlist Ma’s help. She’s lived in this area over 40 years. She confirms that the last person to live in the old house was Theodore (or Buck, as he was called) and he died more than 20 years ago from a tree that fell on him a few hundred yards away.

 Well, I’m bound to learn more. It will take time to sort out the letters by date and read them. There’s also two more old houses to search.