Category: The Way

Monday Ponderings {February 19th} 🩵🩵🩵

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If our hearts are full of the love of God, the roughest knocks cannot make us unloving or unpeaceful. But how often, in a moment of impatience, we blame the rough knock! ‘So -and-so did this; so-and-so said that; my circumstances are difficult. I could be good somewhere else, in some other place or work’

All such excuses are folly. It is not what happens to us but what is in us that settles the matter. How often we have to go to our Saviour for cleansing and pardon, after some hard knock has caused us to ‘spill’ something unloving which was inside us.

But have we not been comforted by the generous wealth of His pardon? Is it not just like Him to assure us again and again that nothing is changed on His side? He loves us as He did before. He wants us as He did before. His tender mercy embraces us on every side.

Amy Carmichael ~ Whispers of His Power, p. 28

Monday Ponderings ❄️

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Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am lowly and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

~🌿Jesus🌿~ Matthew 11:28-30, CSB

Monday Ponderings ~ ✨Happy New Year ✨

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Time’s waters will not ebb, nor stay;
Power cannot change them, but Love may;
What cannot be, Love counts it done.
Deep in the heart, her searching view
Can read where Faith is fixed and true,
Through shades of setting life can see Heaven’s work begun.
O Thou, who keep’st the Key of Love,
Open Thy fount, eternal Dove,
And overflow this heart of mine,
Enlarging as it fills with Thee,
Till in one blaze of charity
Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine;
Till as each moment wafts us higher,
By every gush of pure desire,
And high-breathed hope of joys above,
By every secret sigh we heave,
Whole years of folly we outlive,
In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love.

John Keble, except from The Christian Year

✨🌲♥️Merry Christmas♥️🌲✨

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But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
No other thought should be,
Once duly welcomed and adored,
How should I part with Thee?
Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.

John Keble, The Christian Year

Monday Ponderings {♥️✨December 18th✨♥️}

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Shadowed Hope ✨♥️

She stopped over the lonely, lovely little golden face, lifted up so hopefully and so bravely to the feeble drip, and cried out softly, “What is your name, little flower, for I never saw one like you before.” The tiny plant answered at once in a tone as golden as itself, “Behold me! My name is Acceptance-with-Joy.”

Hannah Hurnard, Hinds’ Feet on High Places

Monday Ponderings {❄️December 11❄️}

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Each life is like a weaving, a tapestry of various threads arranged in parallel lines on a loom – threads consisting of work, creativity, talents, drudgery, dreams, weaknesses, longings, failings, successes, satisfying achievements, moments of reality, frustrating failures, fresh ideas, surprises of joy, spurts of energy, disappointing weariness, deadlines met in time, hindrances cutting into work seeming to go well. Prayer is woven in (in this picture I see) helping day by day to turn the threads into fabric with a pattern that brings forth what your life and mine could be. As history moves on, the history of your time and mine, prayer is the thread that helps us find out what God wants us to know from His Word and moment by moment ask for His guidance in the practical next step of doing it, as well as really depending on His strength to enable us to run and not be weary.

Edith Schaeffer, The Life of Prayer, p. 101-102