True prayer

True prayer is measured by weight,

not by length.

A single groan before God

may have more fullness of prayer in it

than a fine oration of great length.

C. H. Spurgeon

 

In community with Deidra and the chorus of worship today

 

Only one thing...

If we could just be,

for a few minutes each day,

fully where we are,

we would indeed discover

that we are not alone

and that the One who is with us

wants only one thing:

to give us love. 

Henri Nouwen

 

Enjoying the stillness with Sandy today

 

One learns to share

Images of Uganda haunt me,

call me back,

remind me of all we have,

all we call our own.

There, sharing was the order of the day.

 

Joining the artistic eyes looking at bicycle

 

Seasonal shuffle

Yesterday morning, several pair of Bohemian waxwings were hopping about among the blossoms on our crabapple tree.  A sure sign of Spring, they seem to make an appearance every year.  I'm not sure where they fly off to from here, but they never linger long.

This morning, the fragile white of the flowers was covered with fresh falling snow.

God sees.
God knows.
God laughs.

This, I believe.
He Is, as always, in control.

 

Drink...

I waited for rain, day after day,
and while Environment Canada posted high probabilities,
the skies remained locked tight
hard as the steel colour of the slow moving clouds

With patience thin and brittle I found myself
as parched as the ground we walked upon
flurries of dust rising with each step

Lord, You alone know how much we need your rain
my prayer repeated
and a bit of misty moisture fell
Is this it?  There surely must be more
as dry remained and another day passed into history

More there has been, drip by drip
no deluge, but a steady leak
just enough to awken my thirst to new depths
and while I would wish for Him to drench me
pouring out lavish drinks of Himself
He instead asks me to seek, and to gather
to savour the smallest licks
of refreshing

Joy filled
I find it is enough...

Then the Lord said to Moses, “Look, I’m going to rain down food from heaven for you. Each day the people can go out and pick up as much food as they need for that day. Exodus 16:4a NLT



Joining Joan over at Emily's, walking with the broken, the imperfect, the redeemed...

 

Waiting...

It is another day of waiting.
Waiting for words.
Waiting for rains to answer the pleading cry of our land.
Waiting for the unfurling of leaves as life reaches up into this new season.

Much is yet unseen...
but so close
taste almost touches the tongue

 

Rooted

They'll rebuild their ruined cities.

They'll plant vineyards and drink good wine.

They'll work their gardens and eat fresh vegetables.

And I'll plant them, plant them on their own land.

They'll never again be uprooted from the land I've given them.

God, your God, says so.

Amos 9:14b-15 The Message

 Taking a moment with Sandy