I delight to do thy will, O my God; yea, thy law is within my heart — Psalms 40:8 Delight to Dwell in the Divine Domain Daily. Dismiss debate.
In the cold enclave of self-righteousness From the false confidence and shallowness of human will Out of the mire of self-searching and doubt Dawns a new light, brighter still It kindles softly from the depths of self-surrender A promise sweet, overshadowing worry and fear What starts as a meek, impossible hope Ripens into a joy powerful and near Home at last, after so long in the cold Home at last, safely back in God’s fold A son and heir, beloved, accepted— His own, Hand in hand with his Father, never again alone —Chris Jones See Luke 15:11–32 .
I have loved you Beyond all time Before there was morning Before the stars did shine Before there were valleys Or mountains to climb I have loved you Precious child of Mine I am closer than your breathing I know each step you take I am with you while you’re sleeping Beside you when you wake And I will love you Eternally Wider than the world around Deeper than the sea Past the horizon Above heaven’s design I will love you Precious child of Mine —Caroline Martin.
See Love's view, listen to it, ponder it, even reason with it too; refreshed by its presence, take in its power to renew. Allow its tender comfort, witness its sweet actuality, defeating fear—all falsity.
There came a day when Jesus said: “We need some fish and bread!” “We’ve only got two fish and five loaves of bread. ” Then Jesus said: “Lord, my Father, I thank You for feeding these people now.
incessant barking insistent harking noise and illusion crooked doors cracking windows funny mirrors phony faces. a carnal mind? only a carnival mind! Not yours, not Mind.
The ad on the computer screen said, “Enter to win … a gift card. ” Then a light broke in my thought.
There are no footprints when snow melts or waves wash the beach. There is no baggage of heredity or prolongation of perceived past misdemeanors, no plausible but inexcusable opinions.
Amazing phrasing There’s no formal history in matter to clutter our Father’s forward pace. The love that heals is focused grace with no human dimension or sensation to hinder His demonstration.
If I were a prism and God were the sun, His goodness would shine through me in a spectrum of glorious shades. The soft light of grace would fan into the colors of patience, honesty, unselfishness, kindness, meekness, humility.