O Thou who art my quietness, my deep repose,
My rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill,
Fair is Thy pavilion, where I hold me still.
Back let them fall from me, my clamorous foes,
Confusions multiplied;
From crowding things of sense I flee, and in Thee hide.
Until this tyranny be overpast,
Thy hand will hold me fast;
What though the tumult of the storm increase,
Grant to Thy servant strength, O Lord, and bless with peace.”― Amy Wilson-Carmichael, Toward Jerusalem
This week, I am regathering. I am finding that I always do this after I go, because it shakes me up so. much. Sometimes “rest” is my greatest commission; sometimes opening my heart means hiding in His for a while.
Forgive my quietness here? I am taking some time to breathe, to rest, and to prepare for going again this Friday. I hope to have some pictures for you tomorrow, though. I photographed some lovely, lovely women last weekend.
FILED UNDER: Amy Carmichael, My Quietness, Personal, Quotes
This title and image of birds just sing to me. And I love that Carmichael poem. I pray for your regathering.
Such a gorgeous poem. xo
I think I might finally be discovering just how important and valuable rest is. Enjoy it.
The quiet in your voice gives me permission to slow too, Kelly. What a sweet gift to hear your voice yesterday. Have I said thank you? You bless tremendously.