A modest journal. |
Thursday, April 21, 2011, 10am This morning I am beginning to write down scriptures that I can reflect upon during this time of being unemployed for I know that the Lord has not forgotten or forsaken me and I remember the Israelites as they made their exodus from the land of Egypt, and how the Lord grew weary of their complaints and left them to wander the wilderness for forty years. He hates complaining; therefore, I will not complain. Below is a picture, as well as a poem, shared by Gabriella this morning in an Easter message to the Rising Stars. ** Image ID #1767366 Unavailable ** The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still waters. And, I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry Easter rabbit created by iKïyå§ama-Celebrate the Earth (680). |