I must admit, my mind and heart just cannot create right now. I just keep praying that healing will come. Healing for those infected by the Corona virus. Healing for those suffering from the flu. Healing for those suffering from addiction. Healing for those suffering from a myriad of other health issues. Healing for those who are grieving. Healing for those whose lives are torn asunder by job loss and financial woes.
So, today I have copied a part of a post from many years ago. Please know, as you read this, that you are not alone. You aren’t. You may feel like you are, but you aren’t alone. Hang in there. Try to pay more attention to the ones who are helping people than the ones who are not. Remember to breathe…. take EXTRA good care of yourself.
QUIET THINGS ~ By Grace Noll Crowell
These I have loved with passion, loved them long:
The house that stands when the building hammers cease,
After wild syncopation, a sane song,
A tree that straightens after the winds’ release,
The cool green stillness of an April wood,
A silver pool, unruffled by the breeze,
The clean expanse of a prairie’s solitude,
And calm, unhurried hours– I love these.
I have been tangled in the nets too long;
I shall escape and find my way again
Back to the quiet place where I belong,
Far from the tinseled provinces of men.
These will be waiting after my release:
The sheltered ways, the quiet ways of peace.
You see ~ if you can find that rhythm ~ of God’s breath in you, you can be one with His heart and pace. The frenetic energy-draining pace can be replaced with blessed assurance.
This day and each day ~ even in difficult times, believe anyway.