“Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road;
make me a fork
, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.” - Jim Elliot

Monday, November 9, 2009

Enough said:-)

"You probably wondered why... it's only fair you should know... the Holy Spirit directed you to write your last three posts for me! You are a blessing! Enough said:-)

In case you are worrying about a response, there is none necessary. Just wanted you to know so you keep writing."
My last three posts? My last three posts. It didn't seem to fit in my mind. Curious, but respectful of the words, "Enough said," I left it alone. Humbled and speechless.

But she invited me in. And shared a part of herself. A part that has been kept hidden. And she was okay if I was judgmental, but she just thought I should know... so I would keep writing.

But I told her, I was not judgmental now, nor would I become judgmental later. But that my heart hurt for her. And that I wept for her. And that I weep for her. And pray.

She said I could ask her questions. And I said, "I will." But for now, my words are few.

Streams in the Desert by Charles E. Cowman
November 9

They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn and grow as the vine. Hosea 14:7

The day closed with heavy showers. The plants in my garden were beaten down before the pelting storm, and I saw one flower that I had admired for its beauty and loved for its fragrance exposed to the pitiless storm. The flower fell, shut up its petals, dropped its head; and I saw that all its glory was gone. "I must wait till next year," I said, "before I see that beautiful thing again."

The night passed, and morning came; the sun shone again, and the morning brought strength to the flower. The light looked at it, and the flower looked at the light. There was contact and communion, and power passed into the flower. It held up its head, opened its petals, regained its glory, and seemed fairer than before. I wonder how it took place--this feeble thing coming into contact with the strong thing, and gaining strength!

I cannot tell how it is that I should be able to receive into my being a power to do and to bear by communion with God, but I know it is a fact.

Are you in peril through some crushing, heavy trial? Seek this communion with Christ, and you will receive strength and be able to conquer. "I will strengthen thee."

Yesterday's Grief

The rain that fell a-yesterday is ruby on the roses,
Silver on the poplar leaf, and gold on willow stem;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday is silence that encloses
Holy loves when time and change shall never trouble them.

The rain that fell a-yesterday makes all the hillsides glisten,
Coral on the laurel and beryl on the grass;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday has taught the soul to listen
For whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.

O faint-of-heart, storm-beaten, this rain will gleam tomorrow,
Flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn,
Heaven in the forget-me-not; though sorrow no be sorrow,
Yet sorrow shall be beauty in the magic of the morn.
~Katherine Lee Bates


Patti said...

That's so neat Sheri. God is using you. So proud to call you friend. :)

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