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It has been so nice to be indoors and just staying home this winter. It is a good time to enjoy a long rest. The snow is steady throughout the weeks and months here in New England. It is peaceful and pretty as it slowly falls on the landscape. I have been baking and doing little chores around the house. Every so often, I look out the front window and gaze at all the whiteness of the outside world. Home is a precious place.
Early this morning I prayed about what the day might bring. There were no scheduled plans. I was tired but wanted to do the Lord's work. I was delighted when the phone rang and I was needed to help one of the grown children. I was soon busy with paperwork, housekeeping, preparing meals, and then enjoyed a visitor in the early afternoon hours.
While I labored in the home, I remembered a hymn that had been sung at a recent church service. It was "Come, Thou Fount (of every blessing)." I picked up my old hymn book and looked it up to read all the verses. Then I wanted to look up other songs. It is a treasure to read the old-time hymns. They bring such a calm sense of quiet and contentment. The spirit of worship that fills the heart makes one so very grateful.
Now the day is coming to a close. The dishes are all washed. The kitchen is clean. It is time for evening prayers. Soon it will be a new day. Morning will arrive very quickly. It will be another beautiful day to serve the Lord.
Blessings
Mrs. White
From the Archives -
Something We All Need - Peace Be Upon This House.
Old Time Manners - Waiting for the Door to Be Opened.
A Mother's Greatest Use of Time - A Humble Parlour as a School of Theology.
Old Time Ways - Standard of Living.
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1 comments:
That is my favorite hymn. Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love. Makes me cry every time. Oh how we are a wandering bunch, even when we are His..I'm glad he gentle calls us back to him. I enjoyed reading this.
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