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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
How long we wait, with minds as quiet as time,
Like sentries on a tower.
How long we watch, by night, like the astronomers.
Heaven, when will we hear you sing,
Arising from our grassy hills,
And say: "The dark is done, and Day
Laughs like a Bridegroom in His tent, the lovely sun!"
How long we wait with minds as dim as ponds,
While stars swim slowly homeward in the water of our west!
Heaven, when will we hear you sing?
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
I wait for the Lord, my soul does wait,
And in His word do I hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
More than the watchmen for the morning;
Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.
O Israel, hope in the Lord;
For with the Lord there is lovingkindness,
And with Him is abundant redemption.
Friday, March 16, 2012
I sit here, on this rainy morning, with much on my heart.
So many things I want to write, but how do I even begin to express it all?
Maybe words will come eventually, maybe not.
Either way, on this rainy morning, I am sure of one thing.
in all our afflictions,
he is afflicted;
and the angel of his presence saves us;
he lifts us up and
carries us all our days.
Friday, May 6, 2011
I am overwhelmed by grace today.
I look up and I see its branches, extending far and wide beyond my sight. Like a mighty pine tree, it seems to tower over me.
There is nothing unusual or special about today. But it is here in the commonplace that I recognize its beauty. It is here, right where I am, that I realize I am constantly blessed with gifts of grace. Everything is because of God's grace.
and I am so thankful for that.
"I have tasted of your goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more." -tozer
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
She is the porcelain doll that sits inside the toy store window.
She is the picture of beauty, contentment, and perfection - the very thing a world of young girls earnestly long for as they gaze upon the doll's perfect complexion.
Her china blue eyes stare expressionlessly out the window, telling the world she is content, and her scarlet lips seem to whisper, "Only beauty is required."
She is the porcelain beauty in the toy store window.
She is the standard by which I will no longer measure my worth.
For although she is beautiful, she is also breakable.