I’m sending this out with a prayer that someone out there might be encouraged by it. I wrote it last year, just 5 weeks after I fell and broke my jaw. Today I’ve been a bit down about all the catastrophic events we’re experiencing. Things that ‘shouldn’t have happened.’ Yet they did. George MacDonald helped me then and is helping me this evening. Your friend, Elouise
This week was a roller coaster. Highs and lows one after the other. Still, I wrote in my journal and will post some pieces later. The picture is messy. Not because it’s ugly, but because it isn’t logical or sensible.
In the midst of the ups and downs I’ve followed George MacDonald’s sonnets for May. Some keep drawing me back for another read. Not because they’re profound, but because they’re simple and speak to my heart and situation right now.
Here’s one I’ve read over and over the last few days. It comforts me during this extended, unexpected Sabbath rest.
My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;
I think thy answers make me what I am.
Like weary waves thought follows upon thought.
But the still depth beneath is all thine own,
And there thou mov’st in paths to us unknown.
Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us…
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