© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed
© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.
Haggai 2:4 “Yet now be strong, O Zerubbabel, saith the Lord; and be strong, O Joshua, son of Josedech, the high priest; and be strong, all ye people of the land, saith the Lord, and work…for I am with you, saith the Lord.” (KJV)
“Be strong, all the people of the land, says the Lord.”
This is something we need to take personally. Write our own names here and REST in the Lord’s promise, “I am with you.”
Are you lying in a bed of pain and woe? Do you groan because you no longer are able to drive yourself here and there? Do you need someone to help you get dressed in the morning and undressed at night?
“What is the sense?” you ask. Because the Lord says, “I am with YOU!”
You may be unable to do many things, but you can always sing and pray. And that, dear women, is your REST.
When Samuel Rutherford lay in Aberdeen prison, Scotland, ages ago, he wrote at the top of his letters, “God’s Palace, Aberdeen.”
When Madam Guyon was imprisoned in the castle at Vincennes, France, she said, “It seems as though I were a little bird whom the Lord has placed in a cage, and that I have nothing now to do but sing.”
And prisons shall palaces prove, if Jesus abides with me there.
~from Mrs. Charles E. Cowman’s “Springs in the Valley”
The past two years I have been at rest, thankfully in my own home and with family. A muscle disease has burdened me with pain, depression and many devastating side effects from the medication. All through this I have had this mighty ally, yet lost sight of Him off and on due to my missing the target of hope. Instead I focused on tomorrow, the next day, and the next day. And the day after that. I lost sight of my Lord. Many a time.
Patience is a hard virtue to master; faith can be an elusive routine to secure
“I’m learning, Lord!”
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© 2013 by Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
A little whine
A wee bemoan
A sighed whimper
That’s all I’ve sown
The body rebels
Stabs my soul
Pains my mind
Make me whole
Gird my loins
Chin up, I say
Hope lies there
Raw and bare
Through the fog
Rest in Him
Hand it o’er
Share the pain
Let it pour
Praise the Lord
Sing a psalm
Ask and seek
His sweet balm
NaPoWriMo Day 29
There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, borne in a song to me.
Over the fields of glory, over the jasper sea.
Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations, sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow, free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials, only a few more tears!
Jesus, my heart’s dear Refuge, Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages, ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience, wait till the night is over;
Wait till I see the morning break on the golden shore.
Shalom to all who seek His rest!
Friday Morning-Coming Down
© Jeanne E Webster
Enjoying a swing on the patio
Sitting in our little “Rose Garden”
Looking at that pale blue sky
Rain’s a no-show, I’ll pardon
Blurred with white chalky scrapes
Overhead is a see-through image
Last night’s leftover half-moon
Must ’a lost the rest in scrimmage
Hummingbirds all a’ squeak
A winged rush hour traffic jam
Zooming like mad robotic bees
Deftly loving the ambrosial jamb
Gum trees shake off their sleep
Casting shade all over the hills
Cicada males not yet awake
Dreaming of their mating shrills
Melodious call of an oriole male
Not yet sipping of my nectar
Crepe myrtle in fuchsia regalia
Rose petals, the sun rays detector
A blue jay is squaring off afar
Probably out protecting his mate
Neighborhood roosters a’ crowing
Pleased that the night did vacate
A dull thumping of railroad cars
Mulishly moving down the tracks
Loaded with sooty coal, I guess
Heading up north, a’ clickity-clack
A hummer just flew past my nose
Stopped on a dime then returned
Saw my bright red shirt, I reckon
Inching closer, drooled and yearned
Ready to propel even closer now
Till I uttered, “I don’t think so!”
Off it flew with a squeak and snip,
In a blaze of its slinky chapeau
Bathed my two Cavalier Spaniels
Got my front end as wet as they
But I can’t run around the yard
And shake off and loudly bray
Certainly I knew I had better not
What would the neighbors think?
An old lady romping with dogs
Surely needs to visit a shrink
But when those baths are done
Oh, to become a little girl again
I’d chase my tail and play dog
Bark and run after the mailmen
I’d dance the day away… maybe
But I’m afraid this tired ole body
Would give out fast and furious
Put me to bed with a hot toddy
My knees would grate and grit
My hips would start to grumble
The hard ground would beckon
And I’d surely take a tumble
But jes’ for the tiniest moment
I would be all tickled and pink
For I’d soon be soaring home
In just about forty odd winks!