Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Annie & Helen

“Genuine self knowledge begins
 by looking at God 
and noticing how God is looking at us.

Grounding our knowing of ourselves
 in God’s knowing of us
 anchors us in reality,
 it also anchors us in God.”
David Benner 

The subjects of this first post
on the first day of the ninth
month of September
are two very noble
and honorable women
named Annie and Helen
whose poems I love
and whom have greatly
inspired me in
my own walk
of faith.

Annie Johnson Flint



Helen Steiner Rice

Annie wrote...

"What God Hath Promised"

God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower- strewn pathways
All our lives through;

God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.

God hath not promised
We shall not know
Toil and temptation,
Trouble and woe;

He hath not told us
We shall not bear
Many a burden,
Many a care.

But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the laborer,
Light for the way,

Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.

"...His tender compassions  fail not.
They are new every morning;
great and abundant is
Your stability
and faithfulness."
Lamentations 3:22-23

"Lives Distressed
Cannot Be Blessed"
 Helen penned...

Refuse to be discouraged,
refuse to be distressed,
For when we are despondent,
our lives cannot be blessed.
For doubt and fear and worry
close the door to faith
and prayer,
And there's no room
for blessings
when we're lost
in deep despair.
So remember when
you're troubled
with uncertainy and doubt,
It is best to tell our Father
what our fear is all about,
For unless we seek
His guidance
when troubled times arise,
We are bound
to make decisions
that are twisted and unwise.
But when we view our problems
through the eyes of 
God above,
Misfortunes turn to blessings
and hatred turns
to love. 

 Sing Your Praises To The Lord!

Faith is a force that is greater
than knowledge or power or skill,
And the darkest defeat turns to triumph
if you trust in God’s wisdom and will,
For faith is a mover of mountains —
there’s nothing man cannot achieve
If he has the courage to try it
and then has the faith to believe. 
-Helen Steiner Rice

He giveth more grace
 as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength
 as our labors increase;
To added afflictions
 He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials
 He multiplies peace.

When we have exhausted
 our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed
 ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end
 of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving
 is only begun.

His love has no limits,
 His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary
 known unto men;
For out of His infinite
 riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth,
 and giveth again.
Annie Johnson Flint

A Sure Way To A Happy Day...

Happiness is something
we create in our minds;
It's not something
you search for
and so seldom find.
It's just waking up
and beginning the day
By counting our blessings
and kneeling to pray.
It's giving up thoughts
that breed discontent
And accepting what comes
as a gift heaven-sent.
It's giving up wishing
for things we have not
And making the best
of whatever we've got.
It's knowing that life
is determine for us
And pursuing our tasks
without fret, fume, or fuss.
For it's by completing
what God gives us to do
That we find real contentment
and happiness too.
Helen Steiner Rice 

The Gardner
While we are tending our earthly gardens,
The Gardener lends us His seeds to sow,
The bulbs of His lilies, the roots of His roses,
To plant and cherish and watch them grow.
Sometimes He comes when the day is over
And garners a sheaf of the full-grown wheat,
Ripe for the harvest and waiting the sickle,
Ready to fall at the Reaper's feet.
And sometimes He comes in the early morning
And tenderly gathers the sweetest flowers,
The buds of the lily, the rose half-open end:
Shall we not joy when He chooses ours?
Shall we not yield God our loveliest blossoms,
Glad that He finds them so fragrant and fair,
Worthy transplanting to heavenly gardens,
To gain new beauty beneath His care?
Never a storm shall sweep over His flowers,
Nor drought shall wither, nor frost shall blight;
About His feet they shall grow unfading,
And bloom forever in His pure sight.
Annie Johnson Flint

My Late Summer Garden
By Irish Artist Trudi Doyle

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