“When you pray, rather let your heart be without words than your words without heart.” ~John Bunyan
"Where’s the salad spinner?” I asked aloud, a floury tortilla-to-be in hand, as I opened cabinet doors and peered into shelves. On the other side of the blanket that partitions the living room from the kitchen, I heard Lydia pause in her piano practicing. But that was the extent of an answer. A salad spinner doesn’t just disappear. Especially not our watermelon-sized contraption. Baffled, I went in search of Mom, the forever reorganizer, to discover if my missing tool had been relegated to the back shelves of some distant cabinet. No such luck. Returning to the kitchen, I opened the door to the cabinet where it should have been, just on a whim. And there it sat, calm and contented, and very obtrusive. Exactly where it had not been five minutes before. “Lydia!” I hollered, and the piano stopped again. “What?” came her innocent response, followed by a giggle. She’d misplaced it while stowing away clean dishes and decided it would be funnier to replace it than to ‘fess up.
When Thou art all I want and need?
And Thou art He who hast pursued
Me with Thy mercy, rich and good.
I cannot be more close to Thee
Than Thou hast worked through Calvary
And resting in Thy risen Son
Has made my soul, in Thine, as one.
I wrestle with Thee for Thy grace
And plead to see Thy precious face
When Thou hast lavished grace on me
And promised for eternity
To be my sun, my shield, my light.
‘Tis Thou hast vict’ry in this fight!
Thou won the battle before time.
Why should I need a surer sign?