There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. ~ Hebrews 4:9-10
We’ve been working on our patio … and I’ve been eager to get home each day to rest, rock, and read on the patio. What a blessing! The creek gurgles, the birds bathe and then flit from branch to branch, the breeze ruffles the skin … springtime shouts the glory of God.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
~ e e cummings
Springtime, beauty … rest … thank you!
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!