Saturday, July 26, 2008
This was the only time when she belong to herself alone...Sometimes she felt that these few moments kept her sane. Her family thought that she lay down on her bed and rested but she did not always do this. Sometimes she prayed, sometimes she read a little, but more often she sat quite still with her lands lying in her lap and her eyes closed. Sometimes she would murmur to herself as she sat, " Underneath you are the everlasting arms, " and then she would feel her spirit sinking down, and down through depths of tranquil light, that grew cooler and sweeter the further she sank, until she felt herself resting serenely against something, drawing in strength and peace through every fibre of her being. This lovely experience did not come to her always.
...life without it was like a desert with out wells.
As I read this passage I could not help but remember this old precious hymn. Sometimes the old hymns can really speak to my heart. Words of wisdom written by believers from another age, timeless words of wisdom that speak to me from the past, and hit the mark right here, right now.
Leaning on the Everlasting Arms.
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,Leaning on the everlasting arms;What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Refrain:Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,Leaning on the everlasting arms;Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,Leaning on the everlasting arms.
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,Leaning on the everlasting arms?I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,Leaning on the everlasting arms.
(click on the title if you want to hear the music)