Thoughts of Grace

Too much shade is what you get when
you plant too many sunflowers in the squash patch,
but it looks pretty.

Good Morning

I Looked

I looked upon a farm one day,
That once I used to own;
The barn had fallen to the ground,
The fields were overgrown.

This house in which my children grew,
Where we had lived for years–
I turned to see it broken down,
And brushed aside the tears.

I looked upon my soul one day,
To find it too had grown
With thorns and nettles everywhere,
The seeds neglect had sown.

The years had passed while I had cared
For thinks of lesser worth:
The things of Heaven I let go
While minding things of Earth.

To Christ I turned with bitter tears,
And cried, “O Lord, forgive!
O haven’t much time left for Thee,
Not many years to live.”

The wasted years forever gone,
The days I can’t recall:
If I could live those days again,
I’d make Him Lord of all.
~~Theodore W. Brennan

I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding; And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down. Then I saw, and considered it well: I looked upon it, and received instruction. Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth; and thy want as an armed man. Proverbs 24:30-34

Look and receive . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie