On Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the hillsin search of perspective.Too often I forget to really see the hills, and the sky.I lift my eyes from the road and the traffic before meglancing out the car window for another view of scenery.Is that building new? When did the trees start...

Our Little Lives (Howard Thurman)

“Our little lives, our big problems—these we place upon Thy altar!The quietness in Thy Temple of Silence again and again rebuffs us:For some there is no discipline to hold them steady in the waitingAnd the minds reject the noiseless invasion of Thy...

At Night Most Of All

At night most of all, we need to know that we are not alone.Tonight my daughter tiptoed downstairs, teddy bear held tightly under her chin, and she silently climbed onto the couch where I was sitting in order to lay her head in my lap and fall asleep. It had been a...

Peace Like A River

Prince of Peace,your peace is like a river:flowingbubblingtumblingspilling into life with a rushpouring with happiness and busyness and richness and fullnesswelling up over rocks and hard placesleapingboundingdashingrushing over waterfallslaughingdelighting in...

A Hymn

For the beauty of the earthFor the pure joy of his smileFor the brilliance of the sunsetFor the odd grace of the white egretLord of all, to Thee I raiseThis a hymn of grateful praise**For the uplifted face of the flowerFor the caring presence of a friendFor the...

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