This morning found me on the sofa, watching the daybreak. My spirits sagged over a certain something that I have no control over (you know how that goes, I’m sure). I had not slept all night. Despite spending time in prayer and study, the heaviness in my heart lingered.
I knew the day held responsibilities that needed my attention, so I made one final turn into the office to turn out lights and that’s when I opened up my trusty devotional book, Mrs. Charles E. Cowman’s Streams In The Desert 1, a book that has been my constant companion since 1999 when my sister gave it to me for Christmas. For 13 years, I’ve read it from cover to cover, but still find it fresh every year.
I opened it to Sunday’s passage and read this poem by Annie Johnson Flint:
His grace is great enough to meet the great things—
The crashing waves that overwhelm the soul,
The roaring winds that leave us stunned and breathless,
The sudden storms beyond our life’s control.
His grace is great enough to meet the small things—
The little pin-prick troubles that annoy,
The insect worries, buzzing and persistent,
The squeaking wheels that grate upon our joy.
As the sounds of morning filled up the streets outside, I laid down with a peaceful mind. His grace is sufficient. It always has been and always will be.
Happily linking up to a lovely new blog party (Think on these things), hosted by one of my favorite bloggers, Lorraine. If you looked up the definition of “beautiful,” you’d find Lorraine’s picture there. And even though we’ve never met in person, I know she is as beautiful inside as outside. If you have time, click on over and say hey.