1.30.2010

Among the forests







Is there somewhere
--anywhere--
a little lonesome cabin

lost among the forests

on a wild, deserted shore;


an empty little cabin:
rough hewn, worn, and solid
with a dandy drawing chimney,
books, and windows--nothing more?

I'm tired of noise and traffic,
people pushing, phones and letters,

dates and deadlines, styles and headlines,

pride and pretense, nothing more;

and I'm needing such a cabin,
near God's masterpiece of mountains--

such a lost and lonesome cabin

where a tired soul can adore.

~ Ruth Bell Graham







Was sent the above poem a few days ago.






. . . and you shall remember the whole way that the LORD your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not. And he humbled you and let you hunger and fed you with manna, which you did not know, nor did your fathers know, that he might make you know that man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD . . .





Read the above passage a few days ago.







Led in the desert, fed in the desert - no distraction in the desert - here with every thing stripped away here I see what it is which sustains when everything else is gone. Here I find fresh grace daily.















I'm thankful such a cabin,
near God's masterpiece of mountains--
such a lost and lonesome cabin
where a tired soul can adore.



1 comment:

  1. Sounds like an amazing escape.
    Saul's old company in Baker City has a cabin that I picture would fit this well.
    Thank you for the words of encouragement about the desert.

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