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Be Still With God
By Nancy B. Gibbs
All day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and
scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went
grocery shopping and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and
chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.
Suddenly, it dawned on me我突然醒悟 that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn't work as long as
工资基数I could when I was younger. "I've got to rest for a minute," I told my husband,
Roy, as I collapd into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and
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cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.
A scripture圣经的一节 from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. "Be still, and know that I am
God." I realized that I hadn't spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy
to even utter a simple word of thanks to God? Suddenly, the thought of my
beautiful patio天井 came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a
few minutes alone with God.
Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The
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flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place
of rest and tranquility. If I can't be still with God in that environment, I can't be
still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the telephone, I
slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I clod my
eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.
A bird flew by me, chirping 鸣叫and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed on
the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew
away, singing another song.
I clod my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caud my wind chimes to
dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I
squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the
clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes
finally became quiet.
Again, I bowed in prayer. "Honk, honk," I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin.
A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved
back, happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to ttle down, repeating
the familiar ver in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.
"I'm trying God. I really am," I whispered. "But you've got to help me here."
The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. "I love you," he said. "I was
飞跃老人院wondering where you were." I chuckled, as he came over and kisd me, then
turned around and went back inside.
"Where's the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain,
only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This is impossible, I thought. There's
no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There's too much going on in
the world and entirely too much activity all around me.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was
attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I'd begun my quiet
time. He nt a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He nt a gentle breeze. He
nt a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He nt my sweetheart to
offer sincere ntiments of love. He caud my heart to flutter to remind me of
life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.
I laughed to realize that the "interruptions" of my quiet time with God were
special blessings He'd nt to show me He was with me the entire time.
Plant a Row for the Hungry
By Jeff Lowenfels
It was a cold night in Washington, D.C., and I was heading back to the hotel
when a man approached me. He asked if I would give him some money so he
长沙特色菜could get something to eat. I'd read the signs: "Don't give money to
panhandlers." So I shook my head and kept walking.
I wasn't prepared for a reply, but with resignation, he said, "I really am homeless
and I really am hungry! You can come with me and watch me eat!" But I kept on
walking.
The incident bothered me for the rest of the week. I had money in my pocket and
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it wouldn't have killed me to hand over a buck or two even if he had been lying.
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