Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Come to Think of It

"Everyone is mad except for thee and me, and even thou art a little strange sometimes."
(Remark from a Quaker husband to his wife.)
A bit of encouragement and advice 
for life's oft-absurd and trying journey.

You're mean, I'm over sensitive...you're still mean. It's rude and I don't like it.

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