“Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Then come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis."
Matthew 11:28 The Passion Translation
John 12:24 "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit."
Showing posts with label refreshing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label refreshing. Show all posts
28 December 2017
11 January 2015
It's That Time Again
Actually, past time.
I'm all "politicked" out ... enough, already.
A diet of unrelentingly bad news is damaging my calm, so I'm turning it off for awhile. There are plenty of bloggers, and a reporter or two, who are pursuing the problems and tribulations in this dysfunctional Union, and around the world.
I want to follow that other Paul's injunction:
I choose to walk the high places and commune with nature, and nature's God. I want to feel the wind in my face ... hear the eagle cry ... and watch the play of light and shadow on the land.
I choose to pay attention to life; not the world of men, but the world itself. God's creatures are not jealous: they do not strive for vainglory, nor aspire to greatness. They go about the business of living, finding food and shelter, and survival in the purest and simplest terms. They exist, and that is enough.
I want to get to a quiet place, where I can still my soul*, and encourage my spirit to hear the voice of God.
* The mind, will and emotions
A diet of unrelentingly bad news is damaging my calm, so I'm turning it off for awhile. There are plenty of bloggers, and a reporter or two, who are pursuing the problems and tribulations in this dysfunctional Union, and around the world.
I want to follow that other Paul's injunction:
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
(Phil. 4:8, NKJV)
I choose to walk the high places and commune with nature, and nature's God. I want to feel the wind in my face ... hear the eagle cry ... and watch the play of light and shadow on the land.
I choose to pay attention to life; not the world of men, but the world itself. God's creatures are not jealous: they do not strive for vainglory, nor aspire to greatness. They go about the business of living, finding food and shelter, and survival in the purest and simplest terms. They exist, and that is enough.
I want to get to a quiet place, where I can still my soul*, and encourage my spirit to hear the voice of God.
* The mind, will and emotions
19 November 2009
It's Past Time
I'm all "politicked" out ... enough. A diet of unrelentingly bad news is damaging my calm, so I'm turning it off for awhile. There are plenty of bloggers, and a reporter or two, who are pursuing the problems and tribulations in this Union, and around the world.
I want to follow that other Paul's injunction:
I choose to walk the high places and commune with nature, and nature's God. I want to feel the wind in my face ... hear the eagle cry ... and watch the play of light and shadow on the land.
I choose to pay attention to life; not the world of men, but the world itself. God's creatures are not jealous: they do not strive for vainglory, nor aspire to greatness. They go about the business of living, finding food and shelter, and survival in the purest and simplest terms. They exist, and that is enough.
In the words of Thoreau: "I went to the woods ... to ... see if I could not learn what it had to teach ..."
It has been far too long since I went to the woods. God will see to my spirit; it is time to refresh my soul.
I want to follow that other Paul's injunction:
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
(Phil. 4:8, NKJV)
I choose to walk the high places and commune with nature, and nature's God. I want to feel the wind in my face ... hear the eagle cry ... and watch the play of light and shadow on the land.
I choose to pay attention to life; not the world of men, but the world itself. God's creatures are not jealous: they do not strive for vainglory, nor aspire to greatness. They go about the business of living, finding food and shelter, and survival in the purest and simplest terms. They exist, and that is enough.
In the words of Thoreau: "I went to the woods ... to ... see if I could not learn what it had to teach ..."
It has been far too long since I went to the woods. God will see to my spirit; it is time to refresh my soul.
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