Tuesday, January 7, 2020

the king and his garden

I have been trying to make my way here all day long to make some notes! What a joy to have a full day of sweet time with my family, and now a few minutes here to write...
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From my devotion today (and hanging with me every moment since):
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A story is told of a king who went to his garden one morning, only to find everything withered and dying. He asked the oak that stood near the gate what the trouble was. The oak said it was tired of life and determined to die because it was not tall and beautiful like the pine tree. The pine was troubled because it could not bear grapes like the grapevine. The grapevine was determined to throw its life away because it could not stand up and produce fruit as large as the peach tree. The geranium was fretting because it was not tall and fragrant like the lilac.
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And so it went on all through the garden. Yet coming to a violet, the king found its face as bright and lifted up as ever and said, "Well, violet, I'm glad to find one brave little flower in the midst of all of this discouragement. You do not seem to be disheartened in the least." The violet replied, "No, I am not. I know that I am small, yet I thought if you wanted an oak, or pine, or peach tree, or even a lilac, you would have planted one. Since I knew you wanted a violet, I am determined to be the best little violet I can be."
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Simple.
Beautiful.
Truth.
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The One who made you and me is the King of all there ever was and will be. He's the beginning and the end. He made us, and we are His. He dreamed us up in His imagination, with great love and with intention. He chose who and what we are, and he gives us the choice to choose to love Him back.
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Since I know You wanted a Quinne, I am determined...
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I don't think I will ever look at a violet in just the same way again.
And this little story? A brand new story of my heart ♥
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Story from Jan 7 reading in Streams in the Desert

Friday, January 3, 2020

to the hilt

I have been tucking away words and plans over this sweet new winter season, ideas and phrases that are hopeful, intentional, and filled with joy. And I am excited to see what the Father will make of the collection!
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This quote from Jim Elliot has been running through my head for two days now: “Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.”
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Yes! And whew! That first sentence is quite a familiar one, but the big wow is the two together, isn’t it? Because every single moment we live is a gift from Him.
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

rest on Him

Reading in my Amy Carmichael bio has been and continues to be quite the cardio. What a blessing to have such a book to read, such a life to peek into, such stuff to ponder and work with as I go about my days. Already, I find myself (after finishing my reading for the day) flipping back to look for and reread favorite under-linings. Here is one of them, written by Amy's mom to her daughter; one that calms and soothes this daughter, even as I struggle again in the wake of missing my own mom...

"My own Precious Child,

He who hath led will lead
All through the wilderness,

He who hath fed will surely feed....

He who hath heard thy cry
Will never close His ear,

He who hath marked thy faintest sigh
Will not forget thy tear.

He loveth always, faileth never,

So rest on Him today--forever."

After this, then, I am again in a resting place with tears welling.
Quinne? What can God not do? O my heart ♥

Friday, March 15, 2019

His perspective

From my quiet time this morning...

"Everything is an affair of the spirit. Everything, to one who loves God and longs with a sometimes desperate longing for a draught of Living Water, a single touch of His hand, a quiet word--everything, I say, can be seen in His perspective.

Does He watch? Yes, 'Thou God seest me' (Genesis 16:3). Is His love surrounding us? 'I have loved you with an everlasting love' (Jeremiah 31:3). 'I will never leave you or forsake you' (Hebrews 13:5). May I offer to Him my feeling of dislocation between reality and my ideals, the great chasm which separates the person I long to be, the work I long to do for Him, the family I struggle to perfect for His glory--from the actuality? I may indeed, for it is God Himself who stirs my heart to desire, and He can easily see across the chasm. He enfolds all of it, He is at work in me and in those I pray for, 'to will and to do of His good pleasure' (Philippians 2:13)."

I, then, can take heart, whisper a prayer of thanks, and--walk on. Right here, right now, in the place and things I know for certain He has given me to be, I walk on in the light of His perspective.

The place of foot lamps is so beautiful,
when I care to take a moment to see ♥

Quote from Elisabeth Elliot Keep A Quiet Heart