Serendipity: Making a delightful and unexpected discovery
"...Their strength is to sit still."
~Isaiah 30:7~
(photo source ~ Person at the window by Salvador Dali)This week some tiny volumes of poetry unexpectedly made their way into my hands through a sweet friend. The tiny paperback books are full of beautiful illustrations and uplifting words of poetry and Scripture. One particular piece caught my eye as I as was skimming through them. When I read the Scripture reference, "...Their strength is to sit still." (Is. 30:7), I realized how much I had chaffed under the restraint of stillness through illness these last two weeks.
It made me wonder what opportunities I have missed fussing and fretting about what I was not able to do. By nature I am a "doer" not one to just "be". I have spent a great deal of time wistfully wishing like the woman depicted in the above Dali painting that I was out there instead of in here. What if I had spent more time tapping into the well of quietness, supping on the strength of the indwelling spirit, allowing gentle guidance, and having a teachable spirit? I discovered that it does indeed take much strength to be still and that it cannot be done with my own will.
It made me wonder what opportunities I have missed fussing and fretting about what I was not able to do. By nature I am a "doer" not one to just "be". I have spent a great deal of time wistfully wishing like the woman depicted in the above Dali painting that I was out there instead of in here. What if I had spent more time tapping into the well of quietness, supping on the strength of the indwelling spirit, allowing gentle guidance, and having a teachable spirit? I discovered that it does indeed take much strength to be still and that it cannot be done with my own will.
INDWELLING SPIRIT
~Roxie Lusk Smith~
Mid the clamor and the turmoil,
When the world would have its way,
Tap indwelling wells of quietness
That will feed me through the day.
Be my source of inspiration;
Be my inner poise and calm;
At the alter of my being
Send sweet harmonies of balm.
When I feel distraught and burdened
And there seems no listening ear,
filter through my veins the order
That controls and conquers fear.
When annoy disrupts the silence
And confusion prompts dismay,
Let my spirit rise to meet Thee,
On the strains of peace, I pray.
~Roxie Lusk Smith~
Mid the clamor and the turmoil,
When the world would have its way,
Tap indwelling wells of quietness
That will feed me through the day.
Be my source of inspiration;
Be my inner poise and calm;
At the alter of my being
Send sweet harmonies of balm.
When I feel distraught and burdened
And there seems no listening ear,
filter through my veins the order
That controls and conquers fear.
When annoy disrupts the silence
And confusion prompts dismay,
Let my spirit rise to meet Thee,
On the strains of peace, I pray.
Oh what a delicious meal I missed by not letting that well of quietness feed me through these last days! Praying I will not again miss the opportunity to sit and sup!
Blessings,
Miss Sandy
Blessings,
Miss Sandy
