Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Morning Coffee - When? Now!

"He worketh" Psalm 37:5
The translation that we find in Young of "Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass," reads: "Roll upon Jehovah thy way; trust upon him: and he worketh."

It calls our attention to the immediate action of God when we truly commit, or roll out of our hands into His, the burden of whatever kind it may be; a way of sorrow, of difficulty, of physical need, or of anxiety for the conversion of some dear one.

"He worketh." When? Now!

Streams in the Desert
Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman
Time to refill my cup and begin my day with the assurance that God is working now! Today! Not next week or next month but right now!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Morning Coffee - Experimentally Existing

"Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. What if they are a little course, and you may get your coat soiled or torn? What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice. Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble."
 -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I think I’ll pour a second cup and contemplate my existence in this grand experiment called life. 


Monday, May 16, 2011

Morning Coffee - Especially A chimera in my brain!

A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.
-- John Donne


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Morning Coffee - A Change in Perspective

"We know not what we should pray for as we ought" Rom. 8:26
"Much that perplexes us in our Christian experience is but the answer to our prayers.

We pray for patience, and our Father sends those who tax us to the utmost; for "tribulation worketh patience."

We pray for submission, and God sends sufferings; for "we learn obedience by the things we suffer."

We pray for strength and humility, and some messenger of Satan torments us until we lie in the dust crying for its removal.

We pray for gentleness, and there comes a perfect storm of temptation to harshness and irritability.

We pray for quietness, and every nerve is strung to the utmost tension, so that looking to Him we may learn that when He giveth quietness, no one can make trouble.

The way to peace and victory is to accept every circumstance, every trial, straight from the hand of a loving Father; and to live up in the heavenly places, above the clouds, in the very presence of the Throne." –Selected

Streams in the Desert
Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman

Learning to focus on the answers rather than the questions is a tough lesson. It means taking my eyes off me and focusing solely on Him.

Time to refill my cup and alter my perspective.


Saturday, May 7, 2011

Morning Coffee - Singing Praises!

"When they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushments...and they were smitten"
2 Chron. 20:22
Oh, that we could reason less about our troubles, and sing and praise more! There are thousands of things that we wear as shackles which we might use as instruments with music in them, if we only knew how.

Those men that ponder, and meditate, and weigh the affairs of life, and study the mysterious developments of God's providence, and wonder why they should be burdened and thwarted and hampered--how different and how much more joyful would be their lives, if, instead of forever indulging in self-revolving and inward thinking, they would take their experiences, day by day, and lift them up, and praise God for them.

We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away. Sing in the morning. The birds are the earliest to sing, and birds are more without care than anything else that I know of.

Sing at evening. Singing is the last thing that robins do. When they have done their daily work; when they have flown their last flight, and picked up their last morsel of food, then on a topmost twig, they sing one song of praise.

Oh, that we might sing morning and evening, and let song touch song all the way through.

Streams in the Desert
Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman

I believe I'll hum a few praises while I enjoy a second cup!