Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Waking up in the middle of the night
For past few days i have been up in the middle of night , quite disturbed , but unable to exactly locate the cause behind it.Iam just, at that moment reminded in a nightmarish way ,about some urgent need.I can sense my heart pound, and my breathing to be faster, i feel like the fleeing off to some safe refuge, but there is at the back of my mind , an urgency to pray about something or someone.I pray, i try to calm down, for it is not a pleasant experience, i remind myself that God is in control and He will not allow me to experience anything , beyond what i can bear.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - A Psalm of Life
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
renewing of your mind
“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is-his good, pleasing and perfect will.” (Romans 12:2)
How often i allow my mind to be renewed?
Sometimes even His words don't seem to offer the solace and comfort.
But yet I hope on His words, for there is nothing else which seems Stable, original, unique than the words of my heavenly father.
How often would have the psalmist complained, morned, groaned, how often help appeared delayed to him , yet his hope was always on the Lord.
Hold on , my soul, my spirit, onto the unchanging word , the fountain of life , you will find yourself renewed.
Ruth
How often i allow my mind to be renewed?
Sometimes even His words don't seem to offer the solace and comfort.
But yet I hope on His words, for there is nothing else which seems Stable, original, unique than the words of my heavenly father.
How often would have the psalmist complained, morned, groaned, how often help appeared delayed to him , yet his hope was always on the Lord.
Hold on , my soul, my spirit, onto the unchanging word , the fountain of life , you will find yourself renewed.
Ruth
your paths
Make me to know your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths. Psalm 25:
Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8
Iam not sure what to do ?
Iam at an important crossroad in my life, i have weighed long before pros and cons of my decision, above all and the first thing was to ask God to guide me in correct path.Knowing my limitations and my requirements i have thought and thought.Iam still waiting for the guidance.
Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8
Iam not sure what to do ?
Iam at an important crossroad in my life, i have weighed long before pros and cons of my decision, above all and the first thing was to ask God to guide me in correct path.Knowing my limitations and my requirements i have thought and thought.Iam still waiting for the guidance.
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