“The whole benefit of trial consist in silence, patience, rest and resignation. In this condition divine strength is found for the hard warfare, because GOD HIMSELF fights for the soul.”
“In vain you will let your mind run out after help in times of trouble; it is like putting out to sea in a storm. Sit still, and feel after your principles; and if you find none that furnish you with somewhat of a stay and prop, and which point you to quietness and silent submission, … you have never yet learned the Truth from the Spirit of Truth…”
from Daily Strength for Daily Needs. edited by Mary Tileston
At least for now. Facebook has become a time consuming, time wasting item for someone with no more self-control than I seem to have. I will be doing my posting here and welcome any comments or feedback.
Who knows? I may be back to Facebook sooner but probably it will be later. I hope you don’t take it personally. There are so many dear friends around the world that I thoroughly enjoy keeping up with through Facebook. I hope this will be an adequate way to keep up with you.
As one of my favorite mentors and teachers Bill Dillon used to admonish us: keep your nose in THE BOOK!
After our Lord did a wash job on the air with a weekend of rain in the valley and snow on the mountains, He had us well set for another dazzling sunrise over the Sumpter Valley. I tried to capture it with my otherwise adequate lens but if there is a camera that can really come close to doing justice to our Creator’s paintbrush, I can’t afford it. And I really doubt that there is such an instrument built by man. The Creator’s vast array of colors accentuated with just the proper amount of blackness, the subtitles of the hues and variation of intensities of brilliance can only be captured by the camera He built into the visual apparatus with which we are endowed. Our own eyes.
Not just eyes- but eyes to really see.
“Blessed are the eyes that see what you see…” Jesus told His disciples -and us. Many saw Him and saw His miracles but failed to see Him as the Messiah.
The cattle on the ranch here have eyes and can see when that coyote circled the herd. They can see that the grass is greener across the fence. Yet even when they look up and behold the glorious sunrise, their nose quickly returns to the ground to satisfy their appetite.
And even an audio/video recorder could capture only a tiny lens full of the vast panorama of creation. And not the screech of the hawk as it calls out to it’s mate to join it in greeting this day. Nor could it capture the warmth of the smell of wood smoke from a nearby chimney.
But God has given me front row, center seat on the porch of the bunkhouse on the Rock Bottom Ranch!
THANK YOU, Lord!
Just don’t let Him In
Grannie Lindsay’s chair was sitting in the corner of her living room with a big window on her right and a clear view out the two big windows on the front. In the opposite corner was her front door, one of those old fashioned ones with the top half glass and the bottom wood. There was just a lacy sheer curtain that let in the light and she could easily see thru when looking out. But anyone’s view from the outside, approaching across the porch would not be able to get a good look inside. The first step up onto that old wooden porch with its squeak and creak was better than a doorbell or a burglar alarm. You couldn’t get to her doorbell before Grannie already knew you were there. And with all the windows, she knew who was coming.
“You see that front door, Dun? And those nice big windows?” Nothing could get past her attention that happened anywhere out front or on the side that Grannie didn’t observe from her favorite chair. It was in that spot that she sat a lot of her later years to read and work her crossword puzzles. And to write notes to us young’uns and occasionally a bit of poetry. I was on the end of the couch closest to her.
“I really like having it just this way. It lets me practice Ephesians 4:27. That says ‘Resist the Devil and he will flee from you’. And the best way to resist him is to ignore him!” It’s like looking out that window and seeing someone coming that I don’t want to waste time with. I just don’t go to the door when they ring my bell.” There was that cute way she wrinkled her nose and let the sparkle show in her eyes.
“You learn to be that way, Dun,” she admonished. “Never give a place to that ole’ Devil,” her translation of Ephesians 4:27.
I learned some good theology at the feet of my dear Grannie!
I grew up hearing that “if the good Lord willing and the creeks don’t rise” – and I thought it was the depth of the water in Bull Creek or Lindsey Creek. But Grannie told us it referred to an uprising among the Creek Indians – the ones Andrew Jackson fought just west of our home.
CAN YOU COUNT?
Grannie Lindsay also taught us how to count from 1 to 10 “the way the Indians did it.” I cannot vouch for which of the “Indian” languages she was quoting but I suspect it was one of the clans of the Cherokee. There were still some of them wandering the woods in our part of Georgia when she was a girl. Could have been Creeks.
Here’s how my sister Lindsay and I remember it:
Pitty,Mitty, Pitty Mitty; down caw, down caw; Sink to my Sonie Connie; Yankee daw, Yankee daw; chimmey, chimmey, chaw chaw, chay.
Grannie’s Thumb and Little Finger