Happy Wednesday, join us here.
And it came to pass in process of time, that the king of Egypt died: and the children of Israel sighed by reason of the bondage, and they cried, and their cry came up unto God by reason of the bondage. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob.Exodus 2:23-24
God always hears, and He never forgets.
His silence does not mean that He is not listening, and is not planning.
Probably it means that the best time of deliverance has not come yet, and that He is patiently waiting for the moment to arrive when He may prove His love and His power.
Cromwell said to his soldiers just before a great battle: “Know ye soldiers all, that that God always comes to man’s help in the nick of time.”
Yes, God is always on time; never behind and never ahead. Happy the man who learns to wait as he prays, and never loses patience with God. MEN WHO PRAYED.
There is a set time for putting into the furnace,
and a set time for taking out of the furnace.
there is a time for pruning the branches of the vine,
and there is a time when the husbandman lays aside the pruning hook.
Let us wait His time, “He that believeth shall not make haste.”
God’s time is the best time.
But shall we come out the same as we went in?
We “shall come forth as gold.”
We shall become purer vessels to hold the sweet-smelling incense of praise and prayer.
We shall become holy golden vessels for the Master’s use in time and in Eternity.
“When a great issue is in the balance and the path is obscure, wait;
but with that waiting shirk no the work that lieth before thee,
for in that task may be the solution of thy problem.”
Trust god for your day . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie
The garden and flowers love the bright sunny days. Today they are loving the rain!
Garden is growing.
Tomatoes babies for next planting.
Sunflowers and zinnias blooming.
All the hydrangeas have blossoms.
Grizz likes to take walks with me.
Two new pots inside, a rex begonia and a African violet’s cousin (I’m still trying to find it’s name)
Sharing with Ginny @ Small Things
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast. I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me. Psalm 57:1-2
The beautiful old translation says,
“He shall perform the cause which I have in hand.”
Does that make it very real to us today?
Just the very thing that “I have in hand”–
my own particular bit of work today,
this cause that I cannot manage,
this thing that I undertook in miscalculation of my own powers–
this is what I may ask Him to do “for me”
and rest assured that He will perform it.
“The wise and their works are in the hands of God.” Havergal.
Trust God for your day—Today.
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie
On Wednesday’s we bite our tongues
or should I say fold our fingers
to stay Wordless.
Visit here to see what other folded fingers can say.
This week I hunted, searched and looked until I found every item.
This blossom of wild strawberry and ladybug are new to Spring.
In the beginning was the Word,and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
John 1:1, 4
We have Chickens. We have fresh Eggs. We have Fragrance.
Nosy Grissabell! All the chicks left their nests.
What a noisy disturbance occurred.
I took my camera to church this morning, thinking surely some little girl will be wearing Easter pink. What I found was our pastor’s wife’s shoes!
I collect Tom Clark figurines. Wilkes and Molly are my favorites.
It is obvious they are in love and have loved for a long time.
When the Farmer and I were going together, he would often play and sing while I finished my chores. These hold a special place in my heart. The Farmer hasn’t played in a long time.
Our love continues; in June will be our 45th anniversary.
You’ll find more hunters and their photos here:
It is Wednesday and it is time to be wordless.
Buster and Grizz
Look over the shoulders of other wordless ones here
I was attacked by a severe case of startitis!
I was knitting along very happily on the Anjou and the Slice of Pi, when it hit.
Alpaca Sox Shawl by Emily Devlin
Now I have to knit a little and knit a little there, here a row, there a row. Oh I love each and every row!
Slice of Pi is blooming beautifully.
This is where my pretty ones sleep, right next to my chair.
Busterford Jones has taken over the basket when Grissabell isn’t in it.
I’m listen to A Widow’s Story, A Memoir by Joyce Carol Oates, the story of her life after the sudden death of her husband. The topic isn’t pleasant (what word to use), but the author’s ability to describe the roller coaster ride of a widow is very well done.
Joining Ginny at Small Things. If you visit, you’ll find many beautiful works in progress – some are even finished.
On Wednesday’s I am wordless. . .
See what others are not saying here.
Emily moved and her cats came to stay. This is Grissabella, named after one of the cats in the musical CATS. When I say Grissabella, or Griss for short, I see it spelled, Grizz, so if you see her name spelled that way, it is still the same cat. Grizz’ partner came too, but ran off before we could get him acclimated, I’m hoping to see him around. Good luck, Busterford Jones aka Buster, whose name also came from CATS.