Friday, February 20, 2015

#FridayThoughts Feb. 20th 2015


In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

First and last stanzas of The Getty's In Christ Alone.


We need people to show us how to plant seeds- how to do the daily dirty work of life.
And we need people to show us how to hope for harvest once the seeds are in, 
to remind us to look up and see the beautiful end while the tiny greens grow. 
~Anon. 


( "To live in this world / you must be able / to do three things: / to love what is mortal; / to hold it / against your bones knowing / your own life depends on it; / and, when the time comes to let it go, / to let it go." ) • In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver • http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2009/05/03 • handwriting by ferula-


"To live in this world one must be able to do three things: 
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
and, when the times comes, to let it go, to let it go..."
~Mary Oliver




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