1. GOD, my Shepherd! I don't need a thing.
2. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
3. True to Your word, You let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
4. Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I'm not afraid when You walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd's crook makes me feel secure.
5. You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies. You revive my drooping head; my cup brims with blessing.
6. Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of GOD for the rest of my life.
(Author Unknown)
Be IN courage.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Set Apart
From:
Streams in the Desert - July 15
"He went up into a mountain apart" (Matt. 14:23).
One of the blessings of the old-time Sabbath was its calm, its restfulness, its holy peace. There is a strange strength conceived in solitude. Crows go in flocks and wolves in packs, but the lion and the eagle are solitaires.
Strength is not in bluster and noise. Strength is in quietness. The lake must be calm if the heavens are to be reflected on its surface. Our Lord loved the people, but how often we read of His going away from them for a brief season. He tried every little while to withdraw from the crowd. He was always stealing away at evening to the hills. Most of His ministry was carried on in the towns and cities by the seashore, but He loved the hills the best, and oftentimes when night fell He would plunge into their peaceful depths.
The one thing needed above all others today is that we shall go apart with our Lord, and sit at His feet in the sacred privacy of His blessed presence. Oh, for the lost art of meditation! Oh, for the culture of the secret place! Oh, for the
tonic of waiting upon God! --Selected
"It is well to live in the valley sweet,
Where the work of the world is done,
Where the reapers sing in the fields of wheat,
As they toil till the set of sun.
But beyond the meadows, the hills I see
Where the noises of traffic cease,
And I follow a Voice that calleth to me
From the hilltop regions of peace.
"Aye, to live is sweet in the valley fair,
And to toil till the set of sun;
But my spirit yearns for the hilltop's air
When the day and its work are done.
For a Presence breathes o'er the silent hills,
And its sweetness is living yet;
The same deep calm all the hillside fills,
As breathed over Olivet."
"Every life that would be strong must have its Holy of Holies into which only God enters."
Be IN Courage
Streams in the Desert - July 15
"He went up into a mountain apart" (Matt. 14:23).
One of the blessings of the old-time Sabbath was its calm, its restfulness, its holy peace. There is a strange strength conceived in solitude. Crows go in flocks and wolves in packs, but the lion and the eagle are solitaires.
Strength is not in bluster and noise. Strength is in quietness. The lake must be calm if the heavens are to be reflected on its surface. Our Lord loved the people, but how often we read of His going away from them for a brief season. He tried every little while to withdraw from the crowd. He was always stealing away at evening to the hills. Most of His ministry was carried on in the towns and cities by the seashore, but He loved the hills the best, and oftentimes when night fell He would plunge into their peaceful depths.
The one thing needed above all others today is that we shall go apart with our Lord, and sit at His feet in the sacred privacy of His blessed presence. Oh, for the lost art of meditation! Oh, for the culture of the secret place! Oh, for the
tonic of waiting upon God! --Selected
"It is well to live in the valley sweet,
Where the work of the world is done,
Where the reapers sing in the fields of wheat,
As they toil till the set of sun.
But beyond the meadows, the hills I see
Where the noises of traffic cease,
And I follow a Voice that calleth to me
From the hilltop regions of peace.
"Aye, to live is sweet in the valley fair,
And to toil till the set of sun;
But my spirit yearns for the hilltop's air
When the day and its work are done.
For a Presence breathes o'er the silent hills,
And its sweetness is living yet;
The same deep calm all the hillside fills,
As breathed over Olivet."
"Every life that would be strong must have its Holy of Holies into which only God enters."
Be IN Courage
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Just A Minute
I have just a minute with sixty seconds in it,
Forced upon me, can't refuse it.
Didn't seek it. didn't choose it,
But, it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it,
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny, little minute...
But, eternity is in it.
- Source Unknown
"What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee."
- Psalm 56:3
Be IN Courage!!
Forced upon me, can't refuse it.
Didn't seek it. didn't choose it,
But, it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer if I lose it,
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny, little minute...
But, eternity is in it.
- Source Unknown
"What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee."
- Psalm 56:3
Be IN Courage!!
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