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.
“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.
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.
an excerpt by J.R. Miller –
We should never be content with a narrow life. We are made for breadth and fullness, and we rob God when we fail to reach our best.
Some people assert that Christianity’s ideal for life, is narrow. They say it cramps and limits us. It has no place, for example, for physical or intellectual development. It says nothing about art, music, science, or the many phases of human activity. It presents only the moral side—conscience, obedience to heavenly laws, spiritual attainments and achievements.
The answer is that while Christianity may not definitely name the things of the intellect, or distinctly call men to noble achievements in art, in exploration, in invention, in research, in the culture of the beautiful, it really includes in its range everything that will add to the fullness and completeness of life and character. It excludes nothing but what is sinful: disobedience to law, impurity, selfishness, uncharity, and these only narrow and debase, do not broaden and enrich life.”
The necessity of being still before God
Be still, and know that I am God:
Often when our hearts are tossed
here and there by fleshly feelings –
by selfishness, by anger, by discontent –
we cannot hear God.
When we read His Word
with an unsettled heart,
we often mishandle the Scripture,
using it to support our twisted ideas.
It is not in the tumult of passions
where we can contemplate who God truly is,
and seek to adore Him for His majesty and meekness.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Only with a soul as a weaned child
can we even begin to
know that He is GOD,
the eternal and infinite Being –
begin to grasp His infinitude
and gasp in awe at it.
Only then can we hear Him aright,
subjecting our twisted ideas
to the unbending rule of His holy Word.
Be still, my soul.