Today’s Encouraging Thought…

Stand still and see the Lord Himself fight your battles…just as He has promised. Don’t let tomorrow’s challenges discourage you, but fearlessly trust HIM! You are not alone, your loving God goes before you, He defends you and is with you as you face the day!


Please enjoy “Your Love Defends Me” by Matt Maher…

I Wonder

You know, Lord, how I serve You
With great emotional fervor
In the limelight.
You know how eagerly I speak for You
At a women’s club.
You know how I effervesce when I promote
A fellowship group.
You know my genuine enthusiasm
At a Bible study.

But how would I react, I wonder
If You pointed to a basin of water
And asked me to wash the calloused feet
Of a bent and wrinkled old woman
Day after day
Month after month
In a room where nobody saw
And nobody knew.

—Ruth Harms Calkin

Another Poem about Quietness


“He giveth quietness” O Elder Brother,img_5208

Whose homeless feet have pressed our path of pain,

Whose hands have borne the burden of our sorrow,

That in our losses we might find our gain.

“Of all Thy gifts and infinite consolings,

I ask but this: in every troubled hour

To hear Thy voice through all the tumults stealing,

And rest serene beneath its tranquil power.

“Cares cannot fret me if my soul be dwelling

In the still air of faith’s untroubled day;

Grief cannot shake me if I walk beside thee,

My hand in Thine along the darkening way.

“Content to know there comes a radiant morning

When from all shadows I shall find release,

Serene to wait the rapture of its dawning–

Who can make trouble when Thou sendest peace?”

Author Unknown, Streams in the Dessert. 1/31


By Andrew Pell

Drop thy still dews of quietness.

Our souls yearn for all that is quiet and noiseless.

We long for your pervading presence.

In solitude and peace we find your very essence.

Our spirits yearn for the deep caverns of faith.

With you teaching us we know we are safe.

How would society exist without recreating your compassion.

Dear Lord, without your love, life would spiral down a deep cavern.

Dear Lord, Drop thy still dews of quietness.

Following you Lord we know we are blessed.

We utter and speak your holy name.

You come to us when we are in distress.

Andrew Pell quietness, © Andrew Pell 10/03/13, Poetry and Music by Andrew Pell,

Obedience by George MacDonald (1824-1905)


NOTE: This is another one of my old favorites, recently found. Enjoy! Dori 🙂


I said: “Let me walk in the fields.”

He said: “No, walk in the town.”

I said: “There are no flowers there.”

He said: “No flowers, but a crown.”


I said: “But the skies are black;

There is nothing but noise and din.”

And He wept as He sent me back –

“There is more,” He said; “there is sin.”


I said: “But the air is thick,

And fogs are veiling the sun.”

He answered: “Yet souls are sick,

And souls in the dark undone!”


I said: “I shall miss the light,

And friends will miss me, they say.”

He answered: “Choose tonight

If I am to miss you or they.”


I pleaded for time to be given.

He said: “Is it hard to decide?

It will not seem so hard in heaven

To have followed the steps of your Guide.”


I cast one look at the fields,

Then set my face to the town;

He said, “My child, do you yield?

Will you leave the flowers for the crown?”


Then into His hand went mine;

And into my heart came He;

And I walk in a light divine,

The path I had feared to see.


The Difficult Seed

A little seed lay in the ground,

And soon began to sprout;

“Now which of all the flowers around,”

It mused, “shall I come out?

“The lily’s face is fair and proud,

But just a trifle cold;

The rose, I think, is rather loud,

And then, its fashion’s old.

“The violet is very well,

But not a flower I’d choose;

Nor yet the canterbury bell,–

I never cared for blues.

“Petunias are by far too bright,

And vulgar flowers beside;

The primrose only blooms at night,

And peonies spread too wide.”

“And so it criticized each flower,

This supercilious seed;

Until it woke one summer hour,

And found itself a weed.

By Mildred Howells, in St. Nicholas

(Taken from Friends Intelligencer and Journal)