Comfort Food

There's comfort food ... and then there's comfort food.

Food for the belly, and food for the soul.

Food for the belly is a sore subject with me because of this, but food for the soul?

Now there's a topic I can discuss!

Last night, I was playing the piano for Shaun while he was setting up a new printer. You could say I was serenading him. He likes it when I tickle the ivories for him. It blesses him, relaxes him, and lightens his heart, particularly if I play hymns.

But as is typical of ministering, the one who ministers very often gets a blessing as well ...

As my hands softly played, my heart became lighter and lighter as I silently sang these words:

Every joy or trial
Falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial
By the Sun of Love.

We may trust Him fully
All for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly
Find Him wholly true.

Chorus:

Stayed upon Jehovah,
Hearts are fully blest;
Finding as He promised,
Perfect peace and rest.

(Taken from Like A River Glorious, by Frances Havergal and James Mountain)

What struck me in that last verse was the idea that trusting was a choice we make. We can either trust Him wholly, and find perfect peace and rest, or we can choose the imperfect route of anxiety and distrust.

I don't do this perfectly, so my peace and rest are not perfect. But it was a good reminder of what to strive for ... what direction to go in.

Who or what will your put your trust in today as a result of your trials?

Whatever trial that falleth from above, I hope you choose to trust Jesus wholly, so that your heart can be fully blest.

Comforted.

Perfectly Peaceful.

Like a glorious river.

~Brenda

Psalm 34:8 - Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!

I'd Rather ....

You know those bumper stickers that say ...

I'd rather be fishing.

I'd rather be boating.

I'd rather be skiing.

I'd rather be golfing.

Well, I'd just like to say that today ...

I'd rather be blogging.

I hear the laundry calling my name. I hear bills calling my name. I hear baseball games calling my name.

And so, my dear Lovely Lurkers, I may not get a pictorial post in today.


For pictures are sweet,
Moreso than treats,
But I must accomplish my feats,
Before I post my sweet treats.

But I will return,
As soon as tides turn,
So make yourself at home,
Pull up a chair and roam!

There's lots of other posts,
To keep you on your toes,
So relax, enjoy, and roam,
Until order once more graces my home!

Wow. After that poem, I'll bet you're hoping I stick with the pictorial posts more often ...

~Brenda