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My husband has a new job! He will go again into the corporate world. He would rather have his own environmental busines but God had different plans for our lives. A door was closed a new one has opened, which seems even better for us. During this poor economical time, God opened a wonderful door for my DH!

God has opened a great door for my husband, and has taught me to be a more frugal wife with the gifts he has given us. I need to be home for my family, and for God's purpose to nurture and keep our home a place of peace. A place to take care of for our family of five.

I found this poem on a friend's blog. The alliteration in the first line gives the metaphor and is repeated throuhgout the poem. Having almost to go out and get a job in the outside world scared me, this poem touched my heart with a thankful heart. This poem says what the anxieties were in my mind.

If you prayed for our situation, Thank YOU>>>God has given us peace upon our shoulders.

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by William Alexander Percy

I have a need of silence and of stars;
Too much is said too loudly; I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.
I once knew men as earnest and less shrill.
An undermeaning that I caught I miss
Among these ears that hear all sounds save silence,
These eyes that see so much but not the sky,
These minds that gain all knowledge but no calm.
If suddenly the desperate music ceased,
Could they return to life? or would they stand
In dancers’ attitudes, puzzled, polite,
And striking vaguely hand on tired hand
For an encore, to fill the ghastly pause?
I do not know. Some rhythm there may be
I cannot hear. But I oh, I must go
Back where the breakers of deep sunlight roll
Across flat fields that love and touch the sky;
Back to the more of earth, the less of man,
Where there is still a plain simplicity,
And friendship, poor in everything but love,
And faith, unwise, unquestioned, but a star,
Soon now the peace of summer will be there
With cloudy fire of myrtles in full bloom;
And, when the marvelous wide evenings come,
Across the molten river one can see
The misty willow-green of Arcady.
And then the summer stars … I will go home.

Poetry

"A Spirit Passed before Me"

A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled-
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine-
And there it stood, - all formless-but divine;
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:

'Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than he who deems even seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust?
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to wisdom's wasted light!

Lord Byron (1788-1824)

My new book arrived yesterday. "The One Year Book of Poetry" 365 Devotional readings, based on classic Christian verse. I'm so excited, each day I will be reading an inspiring poem, accompanied by an original devotional that explores important Christian themes and a Scripture reading that ties the poem into God's inspired Word. I'm happy to add another book to my bed side table.

Use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy in the time of evil, so that after the battle you will still be standing firm....Put on the salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Ephesians 6:13, 17

My dear Lord, may I keep my heart ready for you, and may I remember you are walking in front of me. May Your spirit pass through me daily, so that I may be the wife, mother, daughter, sister or friend you want me to be. And as I go about my day, may I bloom for You my Lord. Amen
QB