To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Every Day

I've mentioned before about the Shutter Sisters One Word Project...a word each month open to my interpretation. This month the word is everyday. It caught my mind, this little word.


So much happens in my world much normal and routine. And at the same time everyday holds a certain amount of mystery...a queue of possibilities that may bring sunshine or rain. Hundreds of little moments for opportunities to either praise or rejoice or live the life He has given to the fullest or hold onto a handful of dust afraid of where the next moment will lead.
Everyday His mercies are new and everyday I am reminded how much I need much I need Him.
Everyday I can choose to live in the temporal...the monotony of the chores and activities that cycle throughout each and everyday of my life.
Or everyday I can drink at the well of Living Water...everyday I can soak in His steadfastness...everyday I can walk with the One who has created all things.
It is well there is One who is ever the same, and who is ever with us. It is well there is one stable rock amidst the billows of the sea of life. O my soul, set not thine affections upon rusting, moth-eaten, decaying treasures, but set thine heart upon Him who abides for ever faithful to thee. Build not thine house upon the moving quicksands of a deceitful world, but found thy hopes upon this rock, which, amid descending rain and roaring floods, shall stand immovably secure. My soul, I charge thee, lay up thy treasure in the only secure cabinet; store thy jewels where thou canst never lose them. Put thine all in Christ; set all thine affections on His person, all thy hope in His merit, all thy trust in His efficacious blood, all thy joy in His presence, and so thou mayest laugh at loss, and defy destruction. Remember that all the flowers in the world's garden fade by turns, and the day cometh when nothing will be left but the black, cold earth. Death's black extinguisher must soon put out thy candle. Oh! how sweet to have sunlight when the candle is gone! The dark flood must soon roll between thee and all thou hast; then wed thine heart to Him who will never leave thee; trust thyself with Him who will go with thee through the black and surging current of death's stream, and who will land thee safely on the celestial shore, and make thee sit with Him in heavenly places for ever. Go, sorrowing son of affliction, tell thy secrets to the Friend who sticketh closer than a brother. Trust all thy concerns with Him who never can be taken from thee, who will never leave thee, and who will never let thee leave Him, even "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever." "Lo, I am with you alway," is enough for my soul to live upon, let who will forsake me.~Spurgeon

What about you? What is your everyday?


Killlashandra said...

All the days are so different, so busy, and so full of life, I'm not sure how I could possible consider them all together. :) I'm sure there is some quote waiting to be found I just haven't read it yet.