Turmoil, sickness, hatred, sin Send forth their awful, noisy din Yet mortal lies can’t cause dismay, They disappear in Truth’s clear day. For error cannot still the Word; In spite of tumult, God is heard.
How often do we have to choose between the “inn” and “stable”? These mental states forever call —to choose the fact or fable. So often on our journey we think the inn will give us comfort, solace, heaven, rest, —a pleasant way to live.
Herod could not see the star shining above mother and child, heralding divine Truth. Herod could not hear the song of angels o’er shepherds’ fields, rejoicing with the dawn.
All rays of light in thought ought to make us humbly grateful. Truth doesn’t come in installments but often rests till we are ready.
Do not fear, for I am with you, Rise in strength from earthly sod. Those against you are confounded.
God, the great I AM— the only presence. I AM.
The Designer’s presentation pure protected perfection held in spiritual reflection all bathed by beauty’s light; no darkness, guilt, or night —as no accuser tarries there. * All that’s there is Love’s sweet care.
Soul originates individuality freshly each day breathes life as Spirit into ideas that bloom and bless in countless ways yes, my being and yours is begotten anew beautifully, agelessly today. —Nancy Humphrey Case.
“I’m way out of my comfort zone …, ” words I so often say, feeling less than comfortable however hard I pray. Then, enfolding me in love, the angel thought is clear: “You are forever in God’s zone, for the promised Comforter is here!”* —Cathrine Hogg * See John 14:16.
Tender words in season, no rehearsed reason, tumble unnoticed from humble prayer, bless and blossom in sweet summer air. Not puffed up, publicly blaring, but comforting, spirited, spontaneous sharing.