I saw these words on the facebook wall of a friend. The words are meaningful to me. I post them for quick reference and to share in case they bless others:
A mind at perfect peace with God!
Oh what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood
This, this indeed is peace!
By nature and by practice far
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought near to Him
Through faith in Jesus blood!
So near, so very near to God,
I cannot nearer be!
For in the person of His Son
I am as near as He!
So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be!
The love wherewith He loves the Son
Such is His love to me!
Why should I ever careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o’er me might and day
And tells me Mine is thine!
“I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.”
~Vincent van Gogh
Today is my birthday.
Happy Birthday, Me!
Why, thank you, Me! And same to You!
I originally blogged this on May 14, 2014:
Today I noticed that Gmail Chat has changed horribly. I can no longer look up a specific chat and see the conversation with one transmit after the other. It shows every comment in an individual “document” or whatever, so I can’t read it without having to click on the next post.
Does anyone have any idea how to fix this? It is horrible and useless as far as keeping a record this way. I am going to have to start using Yahoo Messenger until a solution is found.
Edited to add:
As of today, January 8, 2014, Gmail Chat is still terribly messed up. A huge thread of complaints has been ongoing at this link.
Despite all the complaining, Google has done nothing to fix the problem. Why is that? Will they ever fix it? I do hope so.
“Bible verses aren’t just for church. They’re for everyone.”
-Jean Schulz, widow of Charles M. Schulz
From “The Making Of ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’”
All I want to say is that my heart is sore.
From “Gift From The Sea” by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.