Category: Discovering the Father

Who Makes the Joy

“With no retiring regard, with no introverted look of self-consciousness or self-withdrawal, but more human than any of the company, he regarded their rejoicings with perfect sympathy, for, whatever suffering might follow, none knew so well as he that— “there is one Who makes the joy the last in every song.” — GeorgeMacDonald, Miracles of…

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My Summer Wind

Do thou, my God, my spirit's weather control;And as I do not gloom though the day be dun,Let me not gloom when earth-born vapours rollAcross the infinite zenith of my soul.Should sudden brain-frost through the heart's summer run,Cold, weary, joyless, waste of air and sun,Thou art my south, my summer-wind, my all, my one.”~ George…

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More Excellent Glory

“The Father of our spirits is not content that we should know Him as we now know each other. There is a better, closer, nearer than any human way of knowing, and to that He is guiding us across all the swamps of our unteachableness, the seas of our faithlessness, the desert of our ignorance.…

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Come In

Come in as water, come in as air,Come in as sunshine – come everywhereCome in as bread that gives me life,Come in as wine for sin and strifeCome in as daybreak to my night, Come in, my Lord, make in me light. We walk and feel that we are strong, When life and breath to…

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Sorrow, the Pledge of Joy

I was reminded recently of a meaningful dream I had years ago, which stood out so much that I wrote it down. So I went back to re-visit my dream, and one of the things I noted was that I had been reading a chapter in Hope of the Gospel, called “Sorrow, the Pledge of…

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The Answer

We were sitting on the patio, talking about current events and how the world is changing around us. And my son said, “I just don’t know how can we bring children into a world like this?” I hadn’t thought of that one, this time around. I suppose we see what is more immediate to our…

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Joy the Last

From a letter to his father, on June 3, 1855: How does dear mother bear it? It must be a dreadful trial to her. Life grows so sad sometimes — “but there is the one who makes the joy the last in every song” and no trial is too sad which makes us look more…

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Come to the Father

When I wake up in the morning, I have my routines and all the little things I feel I have to do. Wash my face, brush my teeth. Make some coffee, and while the machine is working I put away dry dishes, and tidy the living room. Take time to pray, and commune with my…

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