Wednesday, October 22, 2014

My Prayer, My Desire

Royal Dover Bone China - Made in England

The hymn below has been on my mind lately. Well, just the first line, since I couldn't remember the words until I looked them up. Wow. No wonder God brought it to my mind. It is exactly what my prayer needs to be these days.


I love that about the Holy Spirit. In trying to deal with a frustration or two, I wasn't getting anywhere. So He reminded me of what was needed. Awesome. I'll be memorizing this song so that I can have it with me always:

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art;
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.

Hast Thou not bid me love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross; there teach my heart to cling.
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find!

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The kindling of the heaven descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart by George Croly, 1867

I love Verse 4: the rebel sigh. I'm afraid that's me more often than I care to admit.


Since this is the kind of life we have chosen,
the life of the Spirit, let us make sure
that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads
or a sentiment in our hearts,
but work out its implications in every detail of our lives.
Galatians 5:25  The Message

Again, forgive the reruns on my photos (although cropped). But this way my newer readers will get to see them, and I like seeing them again, too. I am trying out the Verdana font instead of Georgia. I think the Georgia is prettier, but the Verdana is probably easier for most to read. (Oh my, I sound just like Brick on The Middle tonight!) I like italics, too, but not everyone does. In case you haven't guessed, I don't care much for change! Quite often I decide on the way I like something, and that's the way it stays, often for years at a time (such as with cupboard, dish, and furniture arrangements).


If you didn't already, I hope you'll take the time to read the lyrics above and ponder them.

You are loved,
Bess

Monday, October 20, 2014

Looking Up

Facing west in the evening sun.

I don't have any beautiful fall color to share with you, but today was a gorgeous day. There's nothing like the blue of an October sky.

Facing west northwest in the evening sun.

My maples have been suffering the past three years. They have a lot of dead in them now. At first I thought it was the drought, but with plenty of rain this year, they are still struggling. If I were wealthy, I'd do all in my power to save them. But as it is, I will just have to see what develops.

I think this was shooting pretty much overhead.

Look at that sky. There was no sun in the house anymore, so I took my camera outside to capture sunny leaves and sunny skies. The tree below is a neighbor's. I don't know what kind it is, but it turns a lovely yellow, which the photo didn't bring out very well.

Facing east in the evening sun.

We do have some pretty color around town, just not in my yard! After a hard day, it did me good to go look at the pretty sky and sun on the trees, even if just for a few moments.

When we have a trial or a burden, we must remember: This too will pass. I'm counting on it!

Sorrow looks back. Worry looks around. Faith looks up.
(from my kitty perpetual calendar)

Let's not forget to look up. It's beautiful up there.

Look up at the heavens and see;
gaze at the clouds so high above you.
Job 35:5

Thanks to all of you who write such wonderful blog posts and/or comments that make life that much sweeter.
Blessings to All,
Bess


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

My Sentiments Exactly


The pins were my grandmother's; wish the one was really star sapphires, but it's not!

Just a very short post to share this Victoria cover. That's an art easel on the left. But I just love the sentiment: The Pure Joy of Being Home. All I can say to that is a resounding Amen! And I haven't even read it again yet.


I have two copies of this issue (probably because one or the other of them is missing pages), and on the one that was originally mailed, those were the only words on that month's cover, which I found interesting and quite sufficient!

Our homes: gifts from God and a little taste of Heaven to come.


The hibiscus is still blooming, but judging by the lack of new buds, I think it may be going dormant - for awhile at least. Do they bloom inside during the winter months?

Wishing you sweet dreams tonight,
Bess