There's something special and sacred about moments out in the fresh air with the Creator. It rejuvenates lagging courage, and inspires weary hearts.
I have long loved my quiet moments outside with Him. But in the turmoil of the last few months I had temporarily forgotten it's blessing.
He's reminded me. And I am grateful.
It's not in the flurry of activity, or the life of ceaseless labor that the greatest blessings are found.
In recognizing each little gift He sends, and taking the time to thank Him.
In stopping to feel His presence and appreciate His love.
In accepting pain as a medium for His greatest blessings, and learning the sweet peace and joy of full surrender.
In embracing the privilege of this moment and the things we may learn in it, whether or not it suits our fancy.
In quiet moments with Him.
"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!"
20. Lover of Jesus. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Servant. Fan of the kitchen. Graduate of Masters of Biblical Counseling.
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