Each day is as a battle. Against the flesh you are to war. The world calls without pause, diverting the holy to the common. Each strike of the enemy also against the saint. For those who call Me Lord, the day grows heavier to carry with righteousness, but strength is Read more…
As a leaf withers without the branch, so too a life without My refreshing. A child plays without care. Speech is not important. Unaware of others, upset often but in worry little, the child seeks for his own world, and great grace is given. Then in growth, what was overlooked Read more…
The Father who loves, feels no burden for those born of him. The mother lifts the load with joy, for the child is her own. Love carries much. Great is its aid and also its forgiveness. In its light there are no record of wrongs. Love reaches and never tires Read more…
Once planted, the small sprig rises to the sun, not in strength, but in obedience to its call. It draws from the soil, and finds stability in the same. The Light to which it gives obedience, in turn, gives nourishment unseen. Roots reach for what is known, but in obedience Read more…
Work is a gift of the Father. To tend to responsibility is nourishment to the caregiver. Tasks required and completed give satisfaction. Challenge to strain, allows gift and talent to release. I gave the garden before the fall. To care and complete was the joy; effort yes, but great delight Read more…