What A Balm For The Weary
February 16, 2006
As you may have gathered, I do struggle through the winter months. I have often wondered why we even have to have winter months. Of course, then I must wonder why we have tsunamis or earthquakes or any number of natural occurances we do have on this earth. One could speculate as to the "scientific" reasons for such things and in many cases one would be correct. I, however, am all too apt to look for the God reasons. I wonder why God couldn't figure out a different way of doing things that would, naturally, be more to my liking. More comfortable for me.
Of course, he did.
"But a mist used to rise from the earth and water the whole surface of the ground."
Genisis 2:6
In the beginning, there wasn't any inclement weather. God created a world were there was a mist that rose up out of the earth and watered everything there that needed watering. God carefully created a garden that would be a perfect place for us. He walked and talked with Adam and Eve in the garden in a relationship that is hard for me to even imagine. I long for that with all of my heart.
We messed that up. Not God. But God still loves us and for that I am thankful this day. I may be weary of this world at times, but he has given me hope. Hope that one day I, too, can walk and talk with him. That he will wipe away every tear and I can sit at his knee and ask him about it all. And he will tell me.
In the meantime, I will spend my time walking and talking with God the best way I know how.
T'is The Blessed Hour of Prayer
'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus, our Savior and Friend;
If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share,
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
Refrain
Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer,
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Savior draws near,
With a tender compassion His children to hear;
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
Refrain
'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried
To the Savior Who loves them their sorrow confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
Refrain
At the blessed hour of prayer, trusting Him, we believe
That the blessing we're needing we'll surely receive;
In the fullness of the trust we shall lose every care;
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there!
Refrain
Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)
If you need a little extra comfort, I highly recommend you read this post by Amanda of Wittingshire. Thank you Amanda for writing such an edifying post. It couldn't have come at a better time for me.
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Comments:
It snowed here yesterday... reminded me of your post.
But, spring SHOULD be just around the corner.
Posted by: Kyle 凯尔 at February 25, 2006 10:35 AM
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