Through a Glass Darkly

Verses that kept coming to my heart this morning....

The grass withers and its flower fades away, But the word of the Lord endures forever.
1 Peter 1:24-25

For now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face: now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known.
1 Cor 13:12

I've been reading a novel by Michael Phillips, who so beautifully edited many of George MacDonald's writings. As happened with so many of those works, these words took root in my very heart.

"If she had known about praying then, she might have called such times praying.Some folks think praying only happens when you're in church or actually talking to God. But I'm not so sure. I think that when you're feeling the silent mysteries of the world, and feeling the tunes that God put into it for us to listen to, and when you let His creation make you happy, then that's a kind of praying, too. But that's just one old Black lady's opinion on the matter." Angels Watching over Me

These quiet morning times, when I'm surrounded by the daily displays of God's creativity and care, have been nothing less than prayer......and humble attempts at poetry that bursts into songs of praise. Yet not a word has been written nor no note sung, save in my heart. How comforting to know that God knows my heart.......