Six minutes before I go to work for the day. In the last twenty four hours I have been happy and sad, seen joy and deep sorrow. I have become much richer and more deeply in debt. I have suffered hurt and found comfort, spoken harshly and softly. ![minutes-150x150[1]](http://worthy-words.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/minutes-150x1501.png)
I have read God’s Holy word and gazed upon filth I should not have. So many moments, so many choices; some choices made well, others… well… Continue reading
Minutes Before
He is a beautiful God and I can’t see Him.
I recently saw a remarkable 2 minute video of a blind man sitting on the sidewalk with a tin can for donations and a sign that said “I am Blind please help”. While that is a fairly normal sight in many cities, few people respond by sharing any coins in their pockets. In the video a woman passes by then comes back,
flips his sign over and writes a new sign. After this the donations come flooding in. The woman returns to stand before the blind man and he asks what she did to his sign. She says “I wrote the same with different words”. As she walks away the sign is revealed which says “It is a beautiful day and I can’t see it”. Continue reading
Complicated
The things that I desire to see, are things I desire to see
Those which others seek to find, are too complicated for me.
Yet if a thing could be retold, as a holy prize to know
I suppose I would, by it wish, for my wit to show
Most fruit is good and tasty too, for which my heart has pined
Yet on the inner and not the outer, is where true joy has dined
What I abhor to hold instead of, God’s wealth in my mind
Is just such rubbish which ought to be, treated as bitter rind
Those thoughts which I disdain the most, and deem such a bore
By and by I choose by grace, to listen to their rants no more
Yet in my soul the need is carried, to ask what they are for
I wonder if their worth is God’s wisdom, or just ancient lore
And do the sounds, which make these rounds, have meaning for all to see
Or are they only an exercise in rhyme, found pleasant unto me
If thought deep, and allowed to steep, could they truly be set free?
Yet whether their place, is praise or disgrace, you’ll best referee
So close your eyes, and give deep thought, to what might be worth knowing
For wherein you find your fondest views, ‘tis there your heart is going
I pray you’ll find, God’s glorious heaven, as your final rest
And that other friends, will by your ends, also choose what’s best
Lord, For Jennifer
I love you this morning my Lord, my God, my Jesus. You alone are my Rock and my very reason for living. So many times you have allowed me to be the instrument of your comfort for others. And many times others have been your comfort to me. Still it is always You being the comforter and the protector and the easer of the dark night of the soul. This is my Belt of truth. I gird You about me with confidence regardless of the size of the giant before me. You do not change. You never fail. Continue reading