Success is certain when the Lord has promised it.
Although you may have pleaded month after month without evidence of answer,
it is not possible that the Lord should be deaf
when his people are earnest in a matter which concerns his glory.
The prophet on the top of Carmel continued to wrestle with God,
and never for a moment
gave way
to a fear that he should be non-suited in Jehovah's courts.
Six times the servant returned, but on each occasion no word was spoken but
“Go again.”
We must not dream of unbelief, but hold to our faith even to seventy times seven.
Faith
sends
expectant hope
to look from Carmel's brow,
and if nothing is beheld,
she sends
again
and again.
So far from being crushed by repeated disappointment,
faith is animated to plead more fervently with her God.
She is humbled, but not abashed:
her groans are deeper,
and her sighings more vehement,
but she never relaxes her hold or stays her hand.
It would be more agreeable to flesh and blood to have a speedy answer, but believing souls have learned to be submissive, and to find it good to wait for as well as upon the Lord.
Delayed answers often set the heart searching itself,
and so lead to contrition and spiritual reformation:
deadly blows are thus struck at our corruption,
and the chambers of imagery are cleansed.
The great danger is lest men should faint, and miss the blessing.
Reader, do not fall into that sin, but continue in prayer and watching.
At last the little cloud was seen, the sure forerunner of torrents of rain,
and even so with you, the token for good shall surely be given,
and you shall rise as a prevailing prince
to enjoy the mercy you have sought.
Elijah was a man of like passions with us:
his power with God did not lie in his own merits.
If his believing prayer availed so much, why not yours?
Plead the precious blood
with unceasing importunity,
and it shall be with you according to your desire.
"Go and look toward the sea," he told his servant. And he went up and looked. "There is nothing there," he said. Seven times Elijah said, "Go back." The seventh time the servant reported, "A cloud as small as a man's hand is rising from the sea." ... Meanwhile, the sky grew black with clouds, the wind rose, a heavy rain started falling.
1 Kings 18:43-45
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Who I am reading and why - part 2 (house & home edition)
Big news! I'm...such a...girl. Yes, I read some blogs because they speak to that feminine need to "feather the nest," so to speak. Here are a few of my favorite domestic idea-crafters:
Rachel Meeks has mastered the mantra, "Simplify, simplify, simplify." In her Small Notebook blog, she shares insights for bringing simplicity to the heart and home. As a wife and mother of young children, her goal is to share the peace her family has found through identifying what is truly important (in relationships, budgets, possessions, etc.) and letting go of as much of the rest as possible. When I gather enough courage, I will attempt her "No-Spend Month" challenge. On another note, whenever I consider a new piece of clothing, I remember her advice about choosing to purchase only a few truly beautiful, well-made items that will last for years rather than spending money on many, lower-quality garments. (Unlike others who give out this tip, I believe Rachel actually follows her own advice.) Check out all of Rachel's ideas at http://smallnotebook.org/start-here/.
Ladies, if you've ever wondered what it's like to be an Irish dairy farmer's wife (and who hasn't?), Imen's "I Married an Irish Farmer" blog will fill you in quickly...and leave you wishing to be her neighbor and tea-time visitor. Imen worked in big-city America as an ad executive until she met a charming Irish farmer who was visiting the States. They hit it off and ended up returning to his Irish farm. The rest is history and has been very neatly recorded in her posts. Many of these posts have to do with the lovely foods she creates in her farmhouse kitchen--sometimes gourmet and unique, sometimes traditional and simple, but always with a distinctly Irish flavor. Her photography is gorgeous as well. You may visit her farm and home at http://marriedanirishfarmer.com/about-2/.
April Swiger keeps a journal of her life as a Pittsburgh-area worship pastor's wife. I first found her blog when I was researching, of all things, B&Bs in New York. She wrote a lovely piece about an anniversary trip to the Chautauqua region, and featured the Brick House B&B (Westfield, NY) prominently in the post. Her description sold us on staying there ourselves, and it is now one of my family's favorite destinations. She writes for her friends and family, is a committed DIYer, and shares her projects--as well as delicious recipes--on her site. Most intriguing is her belief that her ministry is to her church and husband. She works part time at her church, but she is primarily a stay-at-home wife (what is that again?). The Swigers are currently awaiting God's timing on adopting their first child, and I've enjoyed praying with them through their journey. April's journal can be accessed at http://theswigers.blogspot.com/.
Rachel Meeks has mastered the mantra, "Simplify, simplify, simplify." In her Small Notebook blog, she shares insights for bringing simplicity to the heart and home. As a wife and mother of young children, her goal is to share the peace her family has found through identifying what is truly important (in relationships, budgets, possessions, etc.) and letting go of as much of the rest as possible. When I gather enough courage, I will attempt her "No-Spend Month" challenge. On another note, whenever I consider a new piece of clothing, I remember her advice about choosing to purchase only a few truly beautiful, well-made items that will last for years rather than spending money on many, lower-quality garments. (Unlike others who give out this tip, I believe Rachel actually follows her own advice.) Check out all of Rachel's ideas at http://smallnotebook.org/start-here/.
Ladies, if you've ever wondered what it's like to be an Irish dairy farmer's wife (and who hasn't?), Imen's "I Married an Irish Farmer" blog will fill you in quickly...and leave you wishing to be her neighbor and tea-time visitor. Imen worked in big-city America as an ad executive until she met a charming Irish farmer who was visiting the States. They hit it off and ended up returning to his Irish farm. The rest is history and has been very neatly recorded in her posts. Many of these posts have to do with the lovely foods she creates in her farmhouse kitchen--sometimes gourmet and unique, sometimes traditional and simple, but always with a distinctly Irish flavor. Her photography is gorgeous as well. You may visit her farm and home at http://marriedanirishfarmer.com/about-2/.
April Swiger keeps a journal of her life as a Pittsburgh-area worship pastor's wife. I first found her blog when I was researching, of all things, B&Bs in New York. She wrote a lovely piece about an anniversary trip to the Chautauqua region, and featured the Brick House B&B (Westfield, NY) prominently in the post. Her description sold us on staying there ourselves, and it is now one of my family's favorite destinations. She writes for her friends and family, is a committed DIYer, and shares her projects--as well as delicious recipes--on her site. Most intriguing is her belief that her ministry is to her church and husband. She works part time at her church, but she is primarily a stay-at-home wife (what is that again?). The Swigers are currently awaiting God's timing on adopting their first child, and I've enjoyed praying with them through their journey. April's journal can be accessed at http://theswigers.blogspot.com/.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Who I am reading and why - part 1
In the age of social media, everyone knows what everyone else is doing and saying and eating and thinking (when they are thinking and not just mindlessly posting). Blogs take this to a whole 'nother level.
The blogosphere can be such a fascinating, yet slightly disturbing, place.
I now know so much more about my friends and quite a few strangers than I ever would have thought possible. I also know more about society, trends, and ideas.
Happily, I know more about theology and God and His work amidst His creation. I am able to sit under sound teaching in the comfort of my living room instead of trekking midway across the country to conferences and the like for portions of spiritual nourishment.
Here are a few details on some of my favorite blogs:
Michael Hyatt writes a fantastic leadership blog. He has been a successful businessman and author (and was the CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers) for years. He has taken his expertise, and his Christian principals, and turned his talents toward providing a wealth of resources for other leaders, speakers, authors, aspiring writers/bloggers, and those simply interested in utilizing their gifts to the utmost. Hyatt has advice on the technical side of blogging and publishing as well. He posts multiple times each week and often invites like-minded guest authors to post when he is speaking at conferences or otherwise away from his writing desk. Follow this link to his home page: http://michaelhyatt.com/.
Ann Voskamp records a life beautifully real and seasoned with grace on her blog. Voskamp, the now much-read author of One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, keeps what she calls a "journal" on her aesthetically gorgeous site. She reflects on her calling as a farmer's wife and mother of six with language that is both lyrically poetic and heartachingly honest. She writes primarily for women from what I gather, though her challenge to recall 1,000 blessings in each year's time is open to all. I've not yet read her book, but I plan to do so soon. I discovered her writings when a friend started posting snippets on facebook. It is well worth the time it takes to wander through her artistic verbiage, and you may find her at http://www.aholyexperience.com/.
Lily Pads. What a lovely name for a blog! Kate Elizabeth Connor, who is somehow related to a friend of mine...though I am no longer sure which one, writes from the perspective of being a youth pastor's wife and young mother of two (soon to be three). In the recent past, one of her posts made its way around facebook, and I have since found her observations to be both hilarious and solemn, depending on the topic. I strive never to miss a post, and in fact this one is among my favorites. You may find more of Kate's insight at http://kateelizabethconner.com/.
The blogosphere can be such a fascinating, yet slightly disturbing, place.
Happily, I know more about theology and God and His work amidst His creation. I am able to sit under sound teaching in the comfort of my living room instead of trekking midway across the country to conferences and the like for portions of spiritual nourishment.
Here are a few details on some of my favorite blogs:
Michael Hyatt writes a fantastic leadership blog. He has been a successful businessman and author (and was the CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers) for years. He has taken his expertise, and his Christian principals, and turned his talents toward providing a wealth of resources for other leaders, speakers, authors, aspiring writers/bloggers, and those simply interested in utilizing their gifts to the utmost. Hyatt has advice on the technical side of blogging and publishing as well. He posts multiple times each week and often invites like-minded guest authors to post when he is speaking at conferences or otherwise away from his writing desk. Follow this link to his home page: http://michaelhyatt.com/.
Ann Voskamp records a life beautifully real and seasoned with grace on her blog. Voskamp, the now much-read author of One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, keeps what she calls a "journal" on her aesthetically gorgeous site. She reflects on her calling as a farmer's wife and mother of six with language that is both lyrically poetic and heartachingly honest. She writes primarily for women from what I gather, though her challenge to recall 1,000 blessings in each year's time is open to all. I've not yet read her book, but I plan to do so soon. I discovered her writings when a friend started posting snippets on facebook. It is well worth the time it takes to wander through her artistic verbiage, and you may find her at http://www.aholyexperience.com/.
Lily Pads. What a lovely name for a blog! Kate Elizabeth Connor, who is somehow related to a friend of mine...though I am no longer sure which one, writes from the perspective of being a youth pastor's wife and young mother of two (soon to be three). In the recent past, one of her posts made its way around facebook, and I have since found her observations to be both hilarious and solemn, depending on the topic. I strive never to miss a post, and in fact this one is among my favorites. You may find more of Kate's insight at http://kateelizabethconner.com/.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
When my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the Rock that is higher than I (Psalm 61:2) - c.h. spurgeon
Most of us know what it is to be overwhelmed in heart;
emptied as when a man wipeth a dish and turneth it upside down;
submerged and thrown on our beam ends like a vessel mastered by the storm.
Discoveries of inward corruption will do this, if the Lord permits the great deep of our depravity to become troubled and cast up mire and dirt.
Disappointments and heart-breaks will do this when billow after billow rolls over us, and we are like a broken shell hurled to and fro by the surf.
Blessed be God,
at such seasons we are not without an all-sufficient solace,
our God is the harbour of weather-beaten sails,
the hospice of forlorn pilgrims.
Higher
than we are
is he,
his mercy higher than our sins,
his love higher than our thoughts.
It is pitiful to see men putting their trust in something lower than themselves; but our confidence is fixed upon an exceeding high and glorious Lord.
A Rock
he is
since
he changes not,
and a high Rock,
because the tempests which overwhelm us roll far beneath at his feet;
he is not disturbed by them,
but rules them at his will.
If we get under the shelter of this lofty Rock we may defy the hurricane; all is calm under the lee of that towering cliff.
Alas! such is the confusion in which the troubled mind is often cast, that we need piloting to this divine shelter.
Hence the prayer of the text.
O Lord, our God,
by thy Holy Spirit,
teach us the way of faith,
lead us into thy rest.
The wind blows us out to sea, the helm answers not to our puny hand;
thou, thou alone
canst steer us over the bar between yon sunken rocks, safe into the fair haven.
How dependent we are upon thee—we need thee to bring us to thee.
To be wisely directed and steered into safety and peace is thy gift,
and thine alone.
This night be pleased to deal well with thy servants.
From the ends of the earth I call to You,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2
emptied as when a man wipeth a dish and turneth it upside down;
submerged and thrown on our beam ends like a vessel mastered by the storm.
Discoveries of inward corruption will do this, if the Lord permits the great deep of our depravity to become troubled and cast up mire and dirt.
Disappointments and heart-breaks will do this when billow after billow rolls over us, and we are like a broken shell hurled to and fro by the surf.
Blessed be God,
at such seasons we are not without an all-sufficient solace,
our God is the harbour of weather-beaten sails,
the hospice of forlorn pilgrims.
Higher
than we are
is he,
his mercy higher than our sins,
his love higher than our thoughts.
It is pitiful to see men putting their trust in something lower than themselves; but our confidence is fixed upon an exceeding high and glorious Lord.
A Rock
he is
since
he changes not,
and a high Rock,
because the tempests which overwhelm us roll far beneath at his feet;
he is not disturbed by them,
but rules them at his will.
If we get under the shelter of this lofty Rock we may defy the hurricane; all is calm under the lee of that towering cliff.
Alas! such is the confusion in which the troubled mind is often cast, that we need piloting to this divine shelter.
Hence the prayer of the text.
O Lord, our God,
by thy Holy Spirit,
teach us the way of faith,
lead us into thy rest.
The wind blows us out to sea, the helm answers not to our puny hand;
thou, thou alone
canst steer us over the bar between yon sunken rocks, safe into the fair haven.
How dependent we are upon thee—we need thee to bring us to thee.
To be wisely directed and steered into safety and peace is thy gift,
and thine alone.
This night be pleased to deal well with thy servants.
From the ends of the earth I call to You,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2
Monday, September 17, 2012
Infinite Value
True confession time.
I can be a music reality show junkie. If I can't catch an episode, I record it or find it in OnDemand. Quite honestly, I am drawn in weekly less by the talent of it all and more by the human interest of the experience.
There's one overarching characteristic linking the contestants of these shows together. They're all looking for acceptance. From the very early stages of the competition, they are praying to be affirmed.
They don't seem to want to be told that they are the most amazing talent to ever grace a stage.
Instead, the longing is to be told simply that they are good. Good enough. Valued. Valued by someone...the judges, the fans, their peers, their parents, their long-lost critics of bygone ages.
Many of the contestants have overcome adversity: years of being told they aren't worthy of chasing their dreams, physical difficulties and accidents to fight through, family responsibilities that take up the majority of their time, setbacks of all types.
These are the ones we love. We cry when we hear their stories. We root for them. Know them by name.
As long as pride does not overwhelm their story, we take them into our hearts. We are drawn to the humble strength that comes with suffering for a cause, for a part of oneself.
Isn't that the way we were created?
Created for affirmation, created for relationship, created for caring.
The Fall perverted how we seek to fill this created part of our being. Instead of seeking fellowship with the One who created us for eternal, holy fellowship, we put our trust in people, in acquisition, in status, in success.
We were created with intrinsic value. We were created in His image. He has value, infinite value. He imparted that valuableness to us.
We sense that we have value, and we wish to have that confirmed in our souls. When the affirmation is fickle or slow in coming, we are crushed. This is why we can't entrust our value to other humans. Our ability to esteem each other is tarnished and circumscribed by selfishness and pride.
Yet, we long to let others know that we value them. We were created for this as well. We are relational and were made to give back to Him...to others. We don't know how to do this perfectly or even well. We struggle and stumble in our small attempts to express that which is too big for us to grasp: Love. Charity. Goodness. Kindness. Sacrifice.
I watch the contestants explain why they are driven to do what they do. Why they are willing to stand in front of thousands with their rare gift and be completely vulnerable with the thing they care about most: their dreams.
So often, it comes down to finding positive recognition for their giftings.
They need Jesus. Sometimes, I tell my television this. They need the perfect affirmation that comes only from knowing Him.
I remember the day it became clear to me that I am never out of His mind. He thinks of me constantly. Prays for me. Remembers me before the Father. Loves me. Calls me His beloved.
For a girl with many dreams and a few disappointments, this was astounding. I've known Him for many years, but I still forget these precious bits and bobs in the midst of just living.
Do you wonder if you are precious? If you are remembered? If you and your dreams and your giftings are valuable despite your failures and adversity and loneliness?
Beloved, He spent His life on you. That's the value He places on your life. He took the value you already had and increased it infinitely.
I can be a music reality show junkie. If I can't catch an episode, I record it or find it in OnDemand. Quite honestly, I am drawn in weekly less by the talent of it all and more by the human interest of the experience.
There's one overarching characteristic linking the contestants of these shows together. They're all looking for acceptance. From the very early stages of the competition, they are praying to be affirmed.
They don't seem to want to be told that they are the most amazing talent to ever grace a stage.
Instead, the longing is to be told simply that they are good. Good enough. Valued. Valued by someone...the judges, the fans, their peers, their parents, their long-lost critics of bygone ages.
Many of the contestants have overcome adversity: years of being told they aren't worthy of chasing their dreams, physical difficulties and accidents to fight through, family responsibilities that take up the majority of their time, setbacks of all types.
These are the ones we love. We cry when we hear their stories. We root for them. Know them by name.
As long as pride does not overwhelm their story, we take them into our hearts. We are drawn to the humble strength that comes with suffering for a cause, for a part of oneself.
Isn't that the way we were created?
Created for affirmation, created for relationship, created for caring.
The Fall perverted how we seek to fill this created part of our being. Instead of seeking fellowship with the One who created us for eternal, holy fellowship, we put our trust in people, in acquisition, in status, in success.
We were created with intrinsic value. We were created in His image. He has value, infinite value. He imparted that valuableness to us.
We sense that we have value, and we wish to have that confirmed in our souls. When the affirmation is fickle or slow in coming, we are crushed. This is why we can't entrust our value to other humans. Our ability to esteem each other is tarnished and circumscribed by selfishness and pride.
Yet, we long to let others know that we value them. We were created for this as well. We are relational and were made to give back to Him...to others. We don't know how to do this perfectly or even well. We struggle and stumble in our small attempts to express that which is too big for us to grasp: Love. Charity. Goodness. Kindness. Sacrifice.
I watch the contestants explain why they are driven to do what they do. Why they are willing to stand in front of thousands with their rare gift and be completely vulnerable with the thing they care about most: their dreams.
So often, it comes down to finding positive recognition for their giftings.
They need Jesus. Sometimes, I tell my television this. They need the perfect affirmation that comes only from knowing Him.
I remember the day it became clear to me that I am never out of His mind. He thinks of me constantly. Prays for me. Remembers me before the Father. Loves me. Calls me His beloved.
For a girl with many dreams and a few disappointments, this was astounding. I've known Him for many years, but I still forget these precious bits and bobs in the midst of just living.
Do you wonder if you are precious? If you are remembered? If you and your dreams and your giftings are valuable despite your failures and adversity and loneliness?
Beloved, He spent His life on you. That's the value He places on your life. He took the value you already had and increased it infinitely.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
A people near unto Him (Psalm 148:14) – c.h. spurgeon
The dispensation of
the old covenant was that of distance.
When God appeared even to his servant Moses,
he said, “Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet”;
and when he manifested himself upon Mount Sinai,
to his own chosen and separated people,
one of the first commands was, “Thou shalt set bounds about the mount.”
Both in the sacred worship of the tabernacle and the temple,
the thought of distance was always prominent.
The mass of the people
did not even enter
the outer court.
Into the inner court
none but the priests
might dare to intrude;
while into the innermost place,
or the holy of holies,
the high priest entered but once in the year.
It was as if the Lord in those early ages would teach man that sin was so utterly loathsome to him, that he must treat men as lepers put without the camp; and when he came nearest to them, he yet made them feel the width of the separation between a holy God and an impure sinner.
When God appeared even to his servant Moses,
he said, “Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet”;
and when he manifested himself upon Mount Sinai,
to his own chosen and separated people,
one of the first commands was, “Thou shalt set bounds about the mount.”
Both in the sacred worship of the tabernacle and the temple,
the thought of distance was always prominent.
The mass of the people
did not even enter
the outer court.
Into the inner court
none but the priests
might dare to intrude;
while into the innermost place,
or the holy of holies,
the high priest entered but once in the year.
It was as if the Lord in those early ages would teach man that sin was so utterly loathsome to him, that he must treat men as lepers put without the camp; and when he came nearest to them, he yet made them feel the width of the separation between a holy God and an impure sinner.
When the gospel
came,
we were placed on quite another footing.
we were placed on quite another footing.
The word “Go”
was exchanged for
“Come”;
distance was made to give place to nearness,
and we who aforetime were afar off,
were made nigh by the blood of Jesus Christ.
Incarnate Deity has no wall of fire about it.
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest,” is the joyful proclamation of God as he appears in human flesh.
Not now does he teach the leper his leprosy by setting him at a distance, but by himself suffering the penalty of his defilement.
What a state of safety and privilege is this nearness to God through Jesus!
Do you know it by experience?
If you know it, are you living in the power of it?
Marvellous is this nearness,
yet it is to be followed by a dispensation of greater nearness still,
when it shall be said,
“The tabernacle of God is with men, and he doth dwell among them.”
Hasten it, O Lord.
was exchanged for
“Come”;
distance was made to give place to nearness,
and we who aforetime were afar off,
were made nigh by the blood of Jesus Christ.
Incarnate Deity has no wall of fire about it.
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest,” is the joyful proclamation of God as he appears in human flesh.
Not now does he teach the leper his leprosy by setting him at a distance, but by himself suffering the penalty of his defilement.
What a state of safety and privilege is this nearness to God through Jesus!
Do you know it by experience?
If you know it, are you living in the power of it?
Marvellous is this nearness,
yet it is to be followed by a dispensation of greater nearness still,
when it shall be said,
“The tabernacle of God is with men, and he doth dwell among them.”
Hasten it, O Lord.
“He has raised
up for His people a horn, the praise of all His saints, of Israel
Psalm 148:14
Psalm 148:14
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Trust in him at all times (Psalm 62:8) - c.h. spurgeon
Faith
is as much the rule of temporal as of spiritual life;
we ought to have faith in God
for our earthly affairs as well as for our heavenly business.
It is only as we learn to trust in God for the supply of all our daily need that we shall live above the world.
We are not to be idle,
that would show we did not trust in God, who worketh hitherto,
but in the devil, who is the father of idleness.
We are not to be imprudent or rash;
that were to trust chance,
and not the living God, who is a God of economy and order.
Acting in all prudence and uprightness,
we are to rely simply and entirely upon the Lord at all times.
Let me commend to you a life of trust in God in temporal things....
Serve God with integrity, and if you achieve no success, at least no sin will lie upon your conscience.
[H]e that trusteth in the Lord is like a vessel propelled by steam,
she cuts through the waves,
defies the wind,
and makes one bright silvery
straightforward track to her destined haven.
Be you a man with living principles within; never bow to the varying customs of worldly wisdom.
Walk in your path of integrity with steadfast steps, and show that you are invincibly strong in the strength which confidence in God alone can confer.
Thus you will be delivered from anxious care,
you will not be troubled with evil tidings,
your heart will be fixed, trusting in the Lord.
How pleasant to float along the stream of providence!
There is no more blessed way of living than a life of dependence upon a covenant-keeping God.
We have no care,
for he careth for us;
we have no troubles,
because we cast our burdens upon the Lord.
Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:8
is as much the rule of temporal as of spiritual life;
we ought to have faith in God
for our earthly affairs as well as for our heavenly business.
It is only as we learn to trust in God for the supply of all our daily need that we shall live above the world.
We are not to be idle,
that would show we did not trust in God, who worketh hitherto,
but in the devil, who is the father of idleness.
We are not to be imprudent or rash;
that were to trust chance,
and not the living God, who is a God of economy and order.
Acting in all prudence and uprightness,
we are to rely simply and entirely upon the Lord at all times.
Let me commend to you a life of trust in God in temporal things....
Serve God with integrity, and if you achieve no success, at least no sin will lie upon your conscience.
[H]e that trusteth in the Lord is like a vessel propelled by steam,
she cuts through the waves,
defies the wind,
and makes one bright silvery
straightforward track to her destined haven.
Be you a man with living principles within; never bow to the varying customs of worldly wisdom.
Walk in your path of integrity with steadfast steps, and show that you are invincibly strong in the strength which confidence in God alone can confer.
Thus you will be delivered from anxious care,
you will not be troubled with evil tidings,
your heart will be fixed, trusting in the Lord.
How pleasant to float along the stream of providence!
There is no more blessed way of living than a life of dependence upon a covenant-keeping God.
We have no care,
for he careth for us;
we have no troubles,
because we cast our burdens upon the Lord.
Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:8
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)