My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;

I think thy answers make what I am.

Like weary waves thought follows upon

thought,

But the still depth beneath is all thine own,

And there thou mov’st in paths to us

unknown.

Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely

wrought;

If the lion in us pray – thou answerest the

lamb.

~GEORGE MACDONALD (Scottish, 1824-1905)

Wherever your weekend wanderings take you, may you find a quiet spot to nestle into His goodness. wade into the deep end of His stillness, idle on the shore of peaceful understanding. 

Happy Saturday Friends!