Psalm 100:3
3Know that the LORD, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Thinking about this verse and wanting to know God more. Knowing Him, following Him. Trusting and obeying. Seeking and finding. Never being disappointed. Walking with God.
I want to do that.
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Please pray for the more than 12 million people affected, and please give if you can.
Love this poem. How many times have I felt clumsy, newborn and old?
I often feel that I should know better by now, be better by my age. When I feel embarrassed, stupid or alone, I don’t feel close to God. But He is so near.
Thinking of all the times I’ve felt like I am not who I want to be…yet. So thankful that God is still at work in me.
Thinking of 3 others who are on my mind and heart. Praying for you. I know that God has a plan for you, too.
“There is a stage in a child’s life at which it cannot separate the religious from the merely festal character of Christmas or Easter. I have been told of a very small and very devout boy who was heard murmurning to himself on Easter morning a poem of his own composition which began ‘Chocolate eggs and Jesus risen.’ This seems to me, for his age, both admirable poetry and admirable piety. But of course the time will soon come when such a child can no longer effortlessly and spontaneously enjoy that unity. He will become able to distinguish the spiritual from the ritual and festal aspect of Easter; chocolate eggs will no longer seem sacramental. And once he has distinguished he must put one or the other first. If he puts the spiritual first he can still taste something of Easter in the chocolate eggs; if he puts the eggs first they will soon be no more than any other sweetmeat. They will have taken on an independent, and therefore a soon withering, life.”
C.S. Lewis