"Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage."
C. S. Lewis

It Is Well With My Soul. . .

18 September 2011

Every sunday I look for inspiration in our worship time. Sometimes it is a new song of praise and sometimes an old hymn. Today it was this. . .

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio Spafford

The author Horatio Spafford suffered many sorrows and disappointments - all four of his daughters died while crossing the Atlantic - but he still was able to pen these words of encouragement and peace that can only be found in the Prince of Peace.

The Color White

14 September 2011

Recently on a family camping trip to Cambria, we went on a short walk along the seashore. They have a wonderful "boardwalk" that makes it accessible for strollers, wheelchairs and just "walkers". These are some photos of the beautiful flowers I saw that day - all white.

Even the pine cones had a "whiteness about them. I thought it was my imagination,
but - no they were white and almost appeared to have a "frost" on them.

Technically white is not a color, but the "absence" of color. But the flowers I saw
that day were every bit as vivid and rich as any flowers "of color".