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.
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
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010
The few times you've written these months since your quiet always leaves me thinking "Aw, yes, I remember how I love her words!"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - happy thanksgiving my friend!
ReplyDeleteHere 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.
ReplyDeleteMay it be so my friend =)
Thank God for his grace, happy thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteGrateful for these lovely thoughts at the close of this Thanksgiving weekend. Blessings Denise!
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