God Moves in a Mysterious Way

We sang this song at Good Sam tonight and my heart was blessed.







God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.




Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.




Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.




Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.




His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.




Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;

God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.




-William Cowper

Behold I Come

Holy week is almost over and I have only two more days of Christ and Easter related poems.  Here is today's (barely before the end of the day).  So here is a short little work by Annie Johnson Flint.


Behold I come, by Annie Johnson Flint


"Behold, I come" -- the darkness lightens
above all sorrow and all fear;
Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens,
and our deliverance is near;
The groaning earth awaits the hour
when all the wrongs of time are past,
and clothed with power and with glory,
the Kings of kings will reign at last.

this week so far

Sunday: slept in until 7, went to church, ate lunch with the family, took a nap, picked up my shoes for the wedding I'm in this coming summer, walked in the park with Kristina through snow and mud, ate dinner, and studied for finals, filled out my take-home final.
Monday:  up at 6:30, listened to Rosalie's awesome Thesis presentation (about stories and some famous story-writers), broke bread with the amazing people at my school, had an oral final, studied a bunch.
Tuesday: up at 6:00, studied as I ate breakfast, had an oral final (which ended up being really good), went for coffee at Bucers with Deanna, half-studied for a couple of hours, ate quiche for lunch, had another oral final, took a nap, and now I'm going to make spaghetti for dinner.
We'll have to see what the rest of this week holds, but I have high hopes that no matter how stressful it is, no matter how tired I am, God is right there with me, carrying me in the rough spots and holding my hand in the easier spots of this great life-path I'm on.