Take a walk in the park

 When weather and time permit, I enjoy a walk in the park. Today's weather was a near-perfect day. Walking on the path, I notice a fat, furry, caterpillar, leaves beginning to change colors,  and walkers as we pass each other on the trail. 

I have a question for you ...

"When was the last time you spent a quiet moment, just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flicking  candle or children playing in the park."

Ralph Marston 

I trust that you will find time to take a walk in the park. 

Monday Musings ... destiny

 " We are built to count. As water is made to run downhill. We are placed in a specific context to count in ways that one else does. That is our destiny,"

Dallas Willard,  The Divine Conspiracy

October

 Humble dazzle

Of autumn:

These leaves 

On the ground - 

Each one a page

In the Book, 

A poem that says

I lived.

        I was

A small part

Of the whole

Story - this

Is my song, 

This is my glory.

Rosalie Kuyvenhoven

Felt weakness

Do you ever feel weak?

This is what J.I. Packer said, " God uses chronic pain and weakness along with other afflictions as His chisel for sculpting our lives. Felt weakness deepens dependence on Christ for strength each day, The weaker we feel, the harden  we learn."

What do you think? Do you agree?  

Wendell. God, thank you for the gift of Wendell.

 "The atmosphere, the earth, the water, and the water cycle - those things are good gifts. The ecosystems, the ecospheres, those are good gifts. We have to regard them as gifts because we couldn't  make them. We have to regard them as good gifts, because we couldn't live without them. "

Wendell Erdman  Berry 

August 15, 1934  - August 31, 2026

An American novelist, poet,  essayist, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer

Welcome September ...

...

"September days are here,

By  all these lovely tokens,  September days are here.

With summer's best of weather,

 And autumn's best of cheer.

But none of all this beauty 

Which floods the earth and air

Is unto me the secret

Which make September fair.

"T is a thing which I remember;

To name it thrills me yet:

One day of one September

I never can forget."  

Helen Hunt Jackson 

Originally printed in Poems (Robert Brothers, 1892)

This poem is in the public domain

Monday Musings... August

In a few short hours this month of August will end. Some days I remember  simply going from  one moment to  the next moment. Rather than becoming overwhelmed, I pray.

 I walk by faith and trust God.