Here's something I posted on Pilgrim Scribblings today. The photo is one of Lisa J's sons, taken from her Teahouse blog. Thanks, Lisa! I'm asking for forgiveness, not permission.
Yesterday I picked up a book entitled Treasury of Prayer...a collection of prayers, prose and poetry from a wide variety of sources, most of them good.
Amy Carmichael is quoted often...thankfully!
Here's one of hers:
THINK THROUGH ME
Think through me, thoughts of God,
My Father, quiet me,
Till in Thy holy presence, hushed,
I think Thy thoughts with Thee.
Think through me, thoughts of God,
That always, everywhere,
The stream that through my being flows,
May homeward pass in prayer.
Think through me, thoughts of God,
And let my own thoughts be
Lost like the sand-pools on the shore
Of the eternal sea.
- Amy Carmichael
P. S. Things are going well here at Elim Lodge but the week is coming to an end far too quickly!
5 comments:
Good going Pilgrim!
We have to get that Lisa on here one way or the other, eh?
You and I must be the biggest swipers in the blog world.
You taught me all I know about it!!
..from Terry
PS..I am getting to the place now David that I will be able to check out the different blogs. I haven't been to Pilgrim Scribblings for a while or even Laure-mae's or Lauren-mary but I will ge caught up!!
Things are going better for Mom and Dad Golden..Thanx for your prayers.
I will conintue to pray for Carol.
Thoughts of God...those must be better than the sad, desolate ones I have had all day...
I've been pondering this day a year ago-- the day before it ALL happened, ever so fast...
I was singing "Cry out to Jesus", this day a year ago, not knowing why. And it was probably a normal day for my neighbors a short distance away. Neighbors I'd never spoken to, but whose garden I always admired. There was a little rock that read, "grandpa's Garden" under the tree...Just remembering it, my eyes fill...
And then a year ago tomorrow afternoon was when a police car tore down my street, tires burning-- but no sire, no lights. My dad happened to go by the place a little while later, and saw an ambulance roar off with a police car right behind it. There'd been a case of domestic violence, father son...That's all he was told. But it was more than we were told when we walked by at7, and I saw dozens of police cars, vans, a police camper...it was th worst site I've ever seen, and I heard a neighbor say, "I heard her screaming..." I am so glad I lived too far away for that, or I might not have slept for weeks after...
I didn't know that the elderly man, stabbed over a dozen times by his son, had died shortly after, until the next morning on the 9 am news. I am glad I was in the van with my mom and sister...I didn't cry that way. That morning my sister and I walked the streets f an area I have always loved poking fun of...but that morning I never made any joke or remark about what I saw. I just poured out my heart to my sister, and was so glad no one was outdoors to hear it, and we were far from the sadness engulfing my neighborhood. When I returned, I found my area in a state of shock...everyone wanted to talk about it, but it was with trembling voices.
We survived that incident, but only 2 1/2 weeks later, our city was rocked again, as a young lady, only 19, from our city was killed at school shooting in Montreal, by a young man, also from our city. Good friends of hers lived in my neighborhood, and he went to school with my cousins...
And then while still in shock, 2 1/2 weeks after that, my city was again shocked as an overpas fell, killing 7 people, including a couple who lived about 5 minutes from my house...
Less than a month later, my neighbor left his wife of 5 years, and their 2 children...
And then that same month my body gave way uder th stress of my business, and a high fever I had resulted in a loss of memory...there are a lot of things that I used to know, or things that happened which I can no longer remember because of that fever.
Two months later, in God's perfect timing, when I felt that I really needed to rise from the grief around me, I found Pilgrim Scribblings, which has blessed me ever since...
Thank you for listening...I feel a little better. I will probably crawl into bed, and cry softly under the covers tonight for a widow down the street who is probably reminiscing of her last full day with her husband...Please pray for her!
God bless you,
LPP
I just got on the internet as I was busy tonight -- Heb , this comment of yours -- yes, alot of things go on in cities and neigborhoods but am concerned that U may be "carrying" burdens abit more than U should -- I know with your mom feeling "the weight" of things at home and your dad , his health but God is in Control dear Heb. Pray, praise as U always do and let HIM carry these burdens --will be praying Thursday at 1:00 for your dad and the doctors verdict -, remember , God knew this was coming ages ago , and HE blessed U many times in the past , nothing has changed, praying for U lil pilgrim -- your friend, Bob
Just stopping by to catch up before heading to slumberland.Enjoyed Lisa's quotes from Amy Carmichael...that's good stuff.
Heb, I think Passing-through has a good point...we can sometimes bear burdens too heavy for us, and must give them to Him. His shoulders are able to carry what we cannot. But your compassionate heart touches me, as it's not easy to witness these things all around us. Will pray for your family and *all* your concerns, and for you, dear friend, that the Lord would lift the burdens and give you peace and comfort.
Blessings,
Vicki
Hi -
You guys make me laugh. Swiping my pictures...
I'd be happy to post/join but I don't know how?
Thanks for adding the Amy Carmichael poem to the picture. It's lovely.
Lisa J
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