7 months ago
Monday, August 30, 2010
Life can be like that in some ways. But in others, such as our love for each other, we cannot accept this! A Zion's Harp hymn captures it best:
Should your love and your affection
Threaten to decrease and wane,
O implore for God's correction
Till its strength it may regain.
Notice the action counseled at the mere threat of such waning!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Anyone recognize the location where this image was taken?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
This canoe was made by hand by a craftsman who recently lost his sight. I'm glad he had the ability to envision and then make reality this beautiful work before his sight was taken.
"The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision" -- Helen Keller
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I am peaceful, for I know, wildly though the winds may blow,
I've an anchor safe and sure, That can ever-more endure.
Mighty tides about me sweep, perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o'er-shade the sky, and the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest's shock, for my anchor grips the Rock.
And it holds, my anchor holds;
Blow your wildest then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail: by His grace I shall not fail
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.
"My Anchor Holds", W.C. Martin
My first thought was that the anchor pictured isn't doing much good, displayed as it is along the shore with a backdrop of ships at anchor in a calm bay; sails struck and idling the summer away. But then I noticed the rust and signs of great use. How great the tales must be that accompany this now rusted and resting stay! So we press on, knowing the anchor is sure when it grips the Rock. No matter how mighty the tides or angry the surges, or deep the perils...I am peaceful, for I know...I've an anchor safe and sure.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
What else do you see? Maybe you noticed that the #4 plane is slightly out of formation; actually noticeably farther away from his flying comrades than the rest. Do you think he's a slacker? Maybe just not as good as the rest? It's interesting to ponder how we react to slight differences -- do we overlook the incredible reality of how close they are to focus on the variances? I confess to having some of those thoughts.
Then, it turns out that the #4 guy dropped out of the show the next day because of illness. So maybe, just maybe, he was feeling a little off his game when this shot was taken and left just a little extra margin of error to protect his formation partners. That changes the perspective, doesn't it?
Lord, help me to be quick to listen, slow to judge, and to be full of grace.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
OK, so these aren't eagles...and not really "angels" either...but their upward attitude reminded me of this verse. And as I soak in the effects of a very blessed week in which waiting on the Lord was key, I'm thankful for the promise from God through the old prophet.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Thou art the potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after thy will,
while I am waiting, yielded and still.
("Have Thine Own Way, Lord" -- Pollard/Stebbins)
A good friend of mine has a pottery hobby/business (www.muddybrookpotters.com) and was the creator of these lovely works of art. I'm a bit envious of his opportunity to be frequently reminded of Isaiah 64:8, "But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand."
Praying to be "yielded and still".