September 2, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 21

identity
Identity

No need to search for
myself.
No need to grasp for
meaning
for my life
or purpose
for what I do.
No need to hope for inner peace,
that sense of well-being
for which every heart
longs.
No need to hope that
someone or something
will make me
happy
or give me joy.
I no longer need any
of these things because
grace
has connected me to you
and you have named me
your child.

~ Paul Tripp, New Morning Mercies 

August 26, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 20

seashells
SEASHELL

My father's mother
Picked up the shell
And turned it about
In her hand that was
Crinkled, glossy and
Twined with veins,
The fingers rumpled
Into soft roses
At the knuckles, and
She said, "Why did
That little creature
Take so much trouble
To be beautiful?"

~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More

August 19, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 19

sunburst


“Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s face as he spoke these words.  And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before.  And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well…” 

~ C. S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew

July 29, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 18

ocean


"Not so much as a solitary particle of spray ever breaks rank, or violates the command of the Lord of sea and land, neither do the awful cataracts and terrific floods revolt from his sway." 

~ Charles Spurgeon

July 22, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 17

beauty in the ordinary


Conversation between Katy and Mrs. Campbell:

“I have a great many little trials, but they don’t do me a bit of good.
Or, at least, I don’t see that they do.”
“No, we never see plants growing,” she said.
“And do you really think then, that perhaps I am growing, though unconsciously?”    
“I know you are, dear child.  There can’t be life without growth.”

~ Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward