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

I think thy answers make what I am.

Like weary waves thought follows upon


But the still depth beneath is all thine own,

And there thou mov’st in paths to us


Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely


If the lion in us pray – thou answerest the


~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!