Monday, November 22, 2010

There is nothing but God’s grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it; it makes the nails and the axles of the universe.
-Robert Louis Stevenson



Sweet breath inhaled on a early morning walk

Sounds of dripping dew








A visual and tangible reminder of  a morning's devotion..."What is your life?  You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." 







Lots of shoes and the feet that are waiting for them

Warm cups of tea

Letters to a mother

Soft pillows, clean sheets and a warm home

Gentle and kind words


My very breath is a full measure of His grace.  For neither the remainder of today or the plans for tomorrow are guaranteed. 

Here and now my gratitude and His grace are meeting.  May it not be the only time these two shall dance within my heart and on my lips.

Grace and gratitude belong together like heaven and earth.
Grace evokes gratitude like the voice an echo.
Gratitude follows grace as thunder follows lightening.
Karl Barth


holy experience


 

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010

5 comments:

  1. The few times you've written these months since your quiet always leaves me thinking "Aw, yes, I remember how I love her words!"

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  2. Here and now my gratitude and His grace are meeting. May it not be the only time these two shall dance within my heart and on my lips.

    May it be so my friend =)

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  3. Thank God for his grace, happy thanksgiving!

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  4. Grateful for these lovely thoughts at the close of this Thanksgiving weekend. Blessings Denise!

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