The world cannot always understand a person’s profession of faith, but it can understand service.
Ian Maclaren ~ John Watson, was a minister of the Free Church of Scotland. He is remembered as an author of fiction, known by his pen name Ian Maclaren. Wikipedia
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Victor Hugo
“Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope.
Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we must be saved by love.
No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our standpoint. Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.”
― The Irony of American History
Each year my best friend paints/decorates rocks with a word, phrase or Bible verse–whatever we’ve chosen for ourselves or received during prayer. I call them “altar rocks”, because men in the Old Testament–like Abraham and Isaac–would set stones as memorials of momentous points in their pilgrimages with God.
A large wicker bowl is filled with the ones she’s made for me–testimony of my faith journey, and our long-distance friendship which has grown and meshed through 15 years of blogging, emails, occasional texts, lots of cards and gifts, a rare phone call–but we’ve never met in person. She’s God’s gift, the dearest sister.
In His divine compassion and great love, the Lord matched us up and tied a cord around our hearts, connected to His.
We are 2 Sisters/1 Heart💝✝💝
~ Cale
King James Bible
And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12
My collection of altar rocks is much bigger than when this photo was taken, they fill the entire red basket beneath the wicker heart💝
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Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 