Are you Busy?
Too busy to feed on Christ? Too busy to harvest the daily portion of manna?
Too many responsibilities that I have lost the thrill of life and not heard the still small voice that says, this is the way- walk ye in it, rest in me, this moment's issues are enough, follow My (The Holy Spirit's) moment by moment guidance!
I am really thankful for the close friends that are listening and obeying.
Here are some of what they shared with me.
You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.—Job 5:26 NET
Character with Age
A gentleman, writing about the breaking up of old ships, recently said that it is not the age alone which improves the quality of the fiber in the wood of an old vessel, but the straining and wrenching of the vessel by the sea, the chemical action of the bilge water, and of many kinds of cargoes.
Some planks and veneers made from an oak beam which had been part of a ship eighty years old were exhibited a few years ago at a fashionable furniture store on Broadway, New York, and attracted general notice for the exquisite coloring and beautiful grain.
Equally striking were some beams of mahogany taken from a bark which sailed the seas sixty years ago. The years and the traffic had contracted the pores and deepened the color, until it looked as superb in its chromatic intensity as an antique Chinese vase. It was made into a cabinet, and has today a place of honor in the drawing-room of a wealthy New York family.
So there is a vast difference between the quality of old people who have lived flabby, self-indulgent, useless lives, and the fiber of those who have sailed all seas and carried all cargoes as the servants of God and the helpers of their fellow men.
Not only the wrenching and straining of life, but also something of the sweetness of the cargoes carried get into the very pores and fiber of character. —Louis Albert Banks
When the sun goes below the horizon he is not set; the heavens glow for a full hour after his departure. And when a great and good man sets, the sky of this world is luminous long after he is out of sight. Such a man cannot die out of this world. When he goes he leaves behind him much of himself. Being dead, he speaks. —Beecher
When Victor Hugo was past eighty years of age he gave expression to his religious faith in these sublime sentences: "I feel in myself the future life. I am like a forest which has been more than once cut down. The new shoots are livelier than ever. I am rising toward the sky. The sunshine is on my head. The earth gives me its generous sap, but Heaven lights me with its unknown worlds.
“You say the soul is nothing but the resultant of the bodily powers. Why, then, is my soul more luminous when my bodily powers begin to fail? Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses as at twenty years. The nearer I approach the end the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.”
Streams In The Desert - May 31
Public domain content taken from Streams in the Desert by Mrs. Charles Cowman.
Today, from the Lord, a portion of the Stream's devotional June 1.....
"I entreat you, give no place to despondency. This is a dangerous temptation—a refined, not a gross temptation of the adversary. Melancholy contracts and withers the heart, and renders it unfit to receive the impressions of grace**. It magnifies and gives a false coloring to objects, and thus renders your burdens too heavy to bear. God’s designs regarding you, and His methods of bringing about these designs, are infinitely wise. —Madame Guyon"
**For those that are not familiar with the real definition of Grace... "especially the divine influence upon the heart, and its reflection in the life; including gratitude" Strong's.
Thank you Jesus, that the hand of your Spirit is always there to grab a-hold-of when we falter with the load.
When we have forgotten your presence to help carry and have not yet learned your ways and your voice, as we should know them and rely upon them!
When our sight sees too much of this world, rather than Your Way!