Wednesday, April 11, 2007

• occurances

  When all is piling up on me and I wonder how in the world God is using me to help any of my friends, and if all of my friends really know Him anyway, and what I can do about it, and what will happen if they don't all find Him, and wondering if God really speaks to me, and why He doesn't just sit and talk with me face to face, because it would make things so much easier....then.....

  He lets me read this.
  

  For, every time I spied a glimmering spot
     Of window pane, "There, in that silent room,"
     Thought I, " mayhap sleeps human heart whose lot
  Is therefore dear to mine ! " I cared for whom
     I saw not, had not seen, and might not see!
     After the love crept prone its shadow-gloom,
  But instant a mightier love arose in me,
     As in an ocean a single wave will swell,
     And heaved the shadow to the centre: we
  Had called it prayer, before on sleep I fell.
    It sank, and left my sea in holy calm:
    I gave each man to God, and all was well.
  And in my heart stirred soft a sleeping psalm.

   George MacDonald, from Somnium Mystici – collected Poems II

  and this

  "Don't worry...God is everywhere around you..
  behind you...right there beside you...probably reading what you're reading..."

  and all truly is well. *sniffle*
  
  - a child
  

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