Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

~ William Henry Davies

His grace abounds

Today I was pleasantly reminded that encouragement comes from all places... "His love is more than tongue can tell, His love is more than tongue can tell. The love that Jesus has for me (e-e-e) is more than tongue can tell". (Googled the song, but can't seem to find the name of the songwriter. Do tell me if you know!)

Keep the Sabbath

"If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath
and from doing as you please on my holy day,

if you call the Sabbath a delight and the Lord's holy day honourable,

and if you honour it by not going your own way
and not doing as you please of speaking idle words,

then you will find your joy in the Lord,

and I will cause you to ride on the heights of the land
and to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob."

Isaiah 58: 13 - 14 (NIV)

Vision

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

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O, give me a vision...

Prov 1:7

"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline."

When one is blown away by the wonder of God's creation

Saw this on HL's blog and couldn't resist sharing it here...

A measure of heart

I've come to realise that we are all given a certain measure of heart. Once poured out, can never be refilled... not up to its full measure, at least not over a short period of time. I've seen this happen to so many. But why, I wonder? Surely man was with more than just a little elasticity. Surely as man was made versatile, man's heart would've been made so too?

The answer I believe is that man cannot heal on his own, simply because man did not make himself. He needs to go back to his maker to be made whole again... for the cracks to be filled and a new coat of paint applied. Man needs to arrive at a place were man seeks restoration from the one who began it all.

There is but no other way for man to be made whole again, to restore his measure of heart.