An Island Of Light And Love

 

The sun set on a beautiful day last evening.

It reminded me of a poem Wordsworth wrote for his little daughter....

It's a beautiful evening

calm and free

this holy time is quiet

as the broad sun sinks down

in tranquility

the gentleness of heaven

lies before us

Listen! The Mighty Being

is awake!

I changed the words a bit

to match my own thoughts

but it's a beautiful poem.

We had a little time of fellowship

around Psalm 37 last evening.

Verse 16 touched my heart...

"The little the righteous man has

is better than the riches of many wicked."

It dawns on me that so much of what

goes on in this world that causes harm

has to do with people trying to get more.

More than they need.

More than enough.

Even more than

more than enough

I have observed in life

that people are usually not

content with enough,

or even with more than enough.

This hunger for things

can never be satisfied

by more things.

The heart of man is made 

to be filled by God's love

and by His presence.

There was a woman named

Madam Guyon who had to move 

from her estate on a lake into a

humble cottage. She wrote...

"It had the look of greatest poverty.

I bought a few cheap chairs and wooden

tableware as necessary.

I thought everything was better

on wood than on china plates.

Never did I enjoy a sweeter 

contentment than in this hovel.

It seemed to me entirely conformable

to the littleness and simplicity which

characterize the true life in Christ."

As Spurgeon writes of Psalm 37:16,

"There is turmoil in the hurly-burly of 

riotous wealth in contrast with the

quiet of the humble portion of the godly...

a man's happiness does not consist in

heaps of gold. A content man finds

much in little

but for the greedy heart

the whole world is too little."

God is our provision.

He is our full portion.

In Him we find rest.

Perhaps you remember the TV show

called The Walton's. A story of

a family from Virginia and their

life during the Great Depression.

A line in one of those stories

reminds me of the simple richness

found in a humble home.....

"At night across the mountain

when darkness falls and the winds

sweep out of the hollows,

the wild animals with their shiny eyes

come to the edge of the clearing.

At such times the house seems

 safe and warm, an island

of light and love in a sea of darkness.

At such an hour, the word Home

means so much....

a mother's face,

a father's deep voice,

the aroma of fresh baked bread,

the quiet sound of rain on the roof,

voices calling good night.

Home-

an island,

a refuge,

a haven of love.

Home....

in all its humble simplicity,

is still the richest place on earth.

♥️