when we receive every one that comes into
even just for the briefest of moments,
as divine visitors sent from God –
whether they bring joy or sorrow,
laughter or pain,
they still likewise carry messages
Lord, thank You
for opening my heart once again
to desire to love and give generously,
though the price may be high
Verily, verily, I say unto you,
Except a corn of wheat
fall into the ground and die,
it abideth alone:
but if it die,
it bringeth forth much fruit.
Lord, thank You
for spurring me on the path of godliness,
for reminding me that
a quiet, godly life
on this earth is not useless –
You will take this sacrifice,
if I offer it with the fulness of trust –
and multiply it
Wherefore seeing we also are
compassed about with
so great a cloud of witnesses,
let us lay aside every weight,
and the sin which doth so easily beset us,
and let us run with patience
the race that is set before us,
The testimony You have
drawn my attention to
moved me so,
that I renew my resolve
to surrender this life I have
into Your hands.
may God give grace
to see the greatest pressures
not as a yoke to be shaken off,
but as boiling water is to
letting the fragrance of the sweet rose
to once again spread forth
and give taste to the tasteless water –
It is good for a man
that he bear the yoke in his youth.
He putteth his mouth in the dust;
if so be there may be
never throwing it off though
it means the loss of life,
to wait patiently and hope –
though he slay me,
yet will I trust in him.
“God who heals us,
God who gives us peace and hope.
God who listens,
Carries all our fragile
Dreams and heartaches, wins and failures,
Binds the broken, hides the weak.
New beginnings freely offered –
Who can make us whole again?”
My mummy is coming back earlier than expected!
I’m so happy I can fly,
(or literally jump for joy even whilst
in a feverish state.)
God is gracious in giving me
this piece of news
to comfort me in this weary wilderness.
this prolonged absence has surely allowed me to appreciate
her efforts and sacrifices
to keep the house
as a homemaker all these years;
never realised how much I took for granted
til it was taken away for a while
but God willing, it will be restored to me soon.
makes you seem impoverished –
a loner, an outcast
alienated from the rest of the world
is surprisingly enriching,
and you learn many things
you otherwise would not have
God’s Providence is a most harmonious guide that cooperates with the Word –
they never contradict.
After the experiences of this whirlwind year,
I have renewed faith in the powerful workings of Providence like never before –
and I firmly believe that if I wait on God every step of the way,
God will work all things out beautifully,
that all I can do is marvel in awe
at His perfect masterpiece.
But if I don’t wait on God
and rush ahead of Him,
it will be the ugliest patchwork which I stubbornly try to sew together,
albeit in vain,
for all will ultimately untangle and unravel,
leaving me crying over the messy knots.
I have cried over messy knots;
I have marveled in awe
at what is
and can only be
His portrait of Providence.
and then the positive –
to teach me the blessedness
of staying in His Will for me.
the blaze of the noonday sun
scorched with its intense heat:
I cared little
as I gathered like pebbles
each fragment of yesteryear.
the waves gently lapped onto the rocks beneath
my dangling legs.
at first came mourning,
but then joy
and a hush expectancy
for the new year.
the words of Horatius Bonar
was my silent song,
“Yet peace, my heart; and hush, my tongue;
Be calm, my troubled breast;
Each restless hour is hastening on
The everlasting rest:
Thou knowest that the time thy God
Appoints for thee, is best.”
restless are the hours,
full of toil,
which will beat
upon the shore,
but soon the final wave will come –
that everlasting rest
which shall swallow up mortality
then shall I be restless no more.