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Showing posts with label Still Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Still Saturday. Show all posts
Saturday
Still Saturday::to weep with those who weep...
and fear beats hard within,
when anger drowns the dove's song,
and life's a noisy din,
Lord, break the silence of your Word
and let your healing voice be heard.
O let your healing voice be heard.
from When Quiet Peace is Shattered
by Mary Nelson Keithahn
#prayforparis
Still Saturday::to cultivate stillness...
We have so much to learn about heart stillness. To be calm and quiet smacks of inactivity, doing nothing. But cultivating heart stillness may be our most valuable activity because then we can hear God's gentle whisper.
A. W. Tozer
Sunday
Still Saturday and I {LOVE} Sunday::to be happy in God...
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Psalm 90:14
{And with the Sunday Community at Lisha's #GiveMeGrace }
Saturday
Still Saturday::to yield to the joys of heavenly communion...
befits that repose of the soul
when earthborn cares yield to the joys of heavenly communion.
The glory of the setting sun excites our wonder,
and the solemnity of approaching night awakens our awe.
If the business of this day will permit it, it will be well, dear reader,
if you can spare an hour to walk in the field at eventide,
but if not,
the Lord is in the town too,
and will meet with you in your chamber or in the crowded street.
Let your heart go forth to meet Him.”
Charles Spurgeon
Still Saturday::to hear His gentle whisper...
and stomp your feet
and whine, whine, whine,
because it’s you He wants.
Just the way you are.
He’s got designs on you.
He will catch your eye across a crowded room
and tell your entire story without ever speaking a word,
and when you’re driving south with the sky on fire like a burning bush,
your heart will hear His gentle whisper in the deepest places.
Deidra Riggs, Every Little Thing
Still Saturday::to embrace the wilderness...
As much as we want to resist it, in the wilderness of our lives, God works to transform us more and more into the image of his Son and reflection of his character.
God is in the wilderness. Go there. You can trust him to meet you right in the middle of your wild and worn and weary places.
Take off your shoes.
Tear off your pretense.
Skip over the polite conversation.
It's you he wants. Simply you.
Deidra Riggs, Every Little Thing
Still Saturday::when you sense trouble and evil...
trouble and evil
all around you
it's a good day when you know
that God's justice, righteousness,
and kindness will prevail.
~ Robbi Cary, No Matter What, It's a Good Day When, p.32
Still Saturday::more than the wide sea's sand...
GRACIOUS LORD
Thy name is love,
in love receive my prayer.
My sins are more than the wide sea's sand,
but where sin abounds, there is grace more abundant.
Look to the cross of they beloved Son,
and view the preciousness of his atoning blood;
Listen to his never-failing intercession,
and whisper to my heart,
"Thy sins are forgiven,
be of good cheer, lie down in peace."
Grace cataracts from heaven and flows for ever,
and mercy never wearies in bestowing benefits.
Grant me more and more to prize the privilege of prayer;
to come to thee as a sin-soiled sinner,
to find pardon in thee,
to converse with thee; to know thee in prayer as
the path in which my feet tread,
the latch upon the door of my lips,
the light that shines through my eyes,
the music of my ears,
the marrow of my understanding,
the strength of my will,
the power of my affection,
May the matter of my prayer be always wise, humble, submissive,the sweetness of my memory.
obedient, scriptural, Christ-like.
Give me unwavering faith that supplications are never in vain,
that if I seem not to obtain my petitions
I shall have larger, richer answers,
surpassing all that I ask or think.
Unsought, thou has given me the greatest gift,
the person of thy Son,
and in him thou wilt give me all I need.
Still Saturday::the simple stillness of silence...
There is an indifferent, or even negative, attitude toward silence which sees in it a disparagement of God's revelation in the Word. This is the view which misinterprets silence as a ceremonial gesture, as a mystical desire to get beyond the Word. This is to miss the essential relationship of silence to the Word.
Silence is the simple stillness of the individual under the Word of God.We are silent after hearing the Word because the Word is still speaking and dwelling within us. We are silent at the beginning of the day becaue God should have the first word, and we are silent before going to sleep because the last word also belongs to God.Silence is nothing else but waiting for God's Word and coming from God's Word with a blessing.
Life Together* by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, p. 79
{published in 1954, a well-loved, dog-eared book that belonged to my mother}
Still Saturday::who knows...
Every morning we enter a new day. Who knows what the day will bring?
God knows.
Which is why he tells us not to be afraid. He has already gone ahead of us into the new day.
He knows the way,
what will happen,
all we'll need.
In the morning we can put our day in his hands.
And let him bring into our day whatever he has for us.
And then,
in the evening,
we give it back to him.
And trust him with all that happened in it.
Do not be afraid or discouraged,
for the Lord will personally go ahead of you.
He will be with you.
DEUTERONOMY 31:8 (NLT)
Sally Lloyd-Jones, Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing*, p. 172
Still Saturday::Wherever my feet are...
What if I woke to now and refused to hurry because I didn’t want to refuse God?What if I didn’t discount this moment but counted it for what it is—God here?It is only the present moment alone that holds the possibility of coming into the presence of God. Look around, breathe deep, enter into this one moment.Now could be an altar. This time could be a tabernacle.
In God, there is no time, only eternity—or more simply, only now. His name is I AM. Here—wherever my feet are—is where I can love Him.
Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts Devotional, p. 41
Still Saturday::my soul be still...
Still my soul be still
And do not fear
Though winds of change may rage tomorrow
God is at your side
No longer dread
The fires of unexpected sorrow
The fires of unexpected sorrow
God You are my God
And I will trust in You and not be shaken
Lord of peace renew
A steadfast spirit within me
To rest in You alone
Still my soul be still
Do not be moved
By lesser lights and fleeting shadows
Hold onto His ways
With shield of faith
Against temptations flaming arrows
Still my soul be still
Do not forsake
The Truth you learned in the beginning
Wait upon the Lord
And hope will rise
As stars appear when day is dimming
STILL, MY SOUL BE STILL
STILL, MY SOUL BE STILL
Still Saturday::away from the crowd...
...Christ came so that we would not need to pursue the vainglory of the world.
In Him we find a resting place away from the trappings of the crowd.
What better place to be than in the quiet strength of Jesus.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lord Jesus,
keep me from the noise of the crowd by giving me
your quiet,
your rest,
your strength.
Willard, Timothy (2014-10-14). Longing for More: Daily Reflections on Finding God in the Rhythms of Life (p. 68). Baker Publishing Group.
Still Saturday::to remove the rough edges...
...today, consider beauty.
Suppose we begin to paint our Christian apologetics
in a different light.
Suppose we began to point folks to beauty...
...beauty in our lives
...in our relationships
...in nature
...in reconciliation
...in all of it.
Perhaps in using beauty as apologetic,
the rough edges of our sophisticated Christianity
would fall off.
Willard, Timothy (2014-10-14). Longing for More: Daily Reflections on Finding God in the Rhythms of Life (p. 274). Baker Publishing Group.
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