Quiet me, Lord

The Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With His love, He will calm all your fears ~ Zephaniah 3:17

This is amazing! I rummage through some “rubbish” stored away in my old bedroom at my mum’s, and I stumble upon this: a hand-copied poem on a random envelope, which begins, ‘Shelter me, Lord’. (Excuse the untidy handwriting!)

Quiet Me

The title of the poem is ‘Quiet Me, Lord’, and it comes from a daily devotional book for youth, ‘The One Year Alive Devotions for Students’ by Rick Christian, a devotional which I used to read a few years back. It seems that the poem had caught my eye, as I had scribbled it down – probably so as not to forget it – all that time ago.

I googled the first lines of the poem, and straight-away found the page online. I can’t seem to copy and paste the poem, however I will paste an image of it here, and retype it too as the writing may be quite small to read otherwise. You can click on the image to zoom.

Quiet Me Lord

Quiet me, Lord,
From the crash-boom-bam noise of life
That overpowers my ears like the slamming of car doors,
The blare of stereos,
The honk of traffic,
The scream of revenge.

Slow me, Lord
From the hit-and-run pace of life
That overwhelms my peace like the breathlessness of time,
The blur of yesterday,
The rush of today,
The press of tomorrow.

Relax me, Lord,
From the knot-in-the-gut tension of life,
That stews my insides like the strain of broken friendship,
The grind of ambition,
The ulcer of bad habits,
The gnaw of hormones.

Shelter me, Lord,
From the haymaker-to-the-head blows of life
That assault my strength like the slap of old memories,
The sting of sharp words,
The clash of competing motives,
The dig of gossip.

Quiet me with your love, Lord,
Slow me with your patience,
Relax me with your peace,
Shelter me with your Spirit.
But most of all, Lord,

And guess what the date of the devotional is?

August 20th! Today’s date.

It’s pretty amazing that God, knowing I no longer read that devotional, permit me to reread today’s encouraging prayer anyway! Espeically now, during this fuzzy period of job-seeking and uncertainty, where I don’t know what the next day will bring. My future is still rather fuzzy, and I’m a little afraid to take what may be my only available transportation: a leap of faith?


A Reminisce in the Rush

Just doing a bit of reminiscing, and stumbled upon some encouraging words on the LDS (Latter Day Saints) website from a President Dieter F.Uchtdorf, a member of the LDS church.

So often we get caught up in life’s busy-ness and later harbour regrets; but here, Uchtdorf talks about the example of Jesus, (our great Servant King!): giving time to those people around Him, and seeing always their “infinite value”.

Uchtdorf says:

“Isn’t it true that we often get so busy? And, sad to say, we even wear our busyness as a badge of honor, as though being busy, by itself, was an accomplishment or sign of a superior life.

Is it?

I think of our Lord and Exemplar, Jesus Christ, and His short life among the people of Galilee and Jerusalem. I have tried to imagine Him bustling between meetings or multitasking to get a list of urgent things accomplished.

I can’t see it.

Instead I see the compassionate and caring Son of God purposefully living each day. When He interacted with those around Him, they felt important and loved. He knew the infinite value of the people He met. He blessed them, ministered to them. He lifted them up, healed them. He gave them the precious gift of His time”

Find the full speech (titled Of Regrets and Resolutions), click the link below! It’s really thought-provoking, and definitely worth a listen, or two!


Ah, bon?

Now I’ve started I just can’t stop. Blogging!

Just thought of another gem to post. Can’t help it sorry!

Went for a bank meeting the other day, you know the good old open-an-account meeting.

So, my current landlord is a pastor (pretty cool, huh?)

I tell the bank guy this, because, why ever not. I had to show Mr. Bank Guy a proof of address doc. anyway, and my nice Mr. Landlord Pastor was happy to write a proof of address document for me, so he deserved a mention.

In response to my, ‘My landlord is a pastor’ comment (which may have looked a little strange to an outsider, but hey, ho), Mr. Bank Guy tells me:

‘There are no pastors in France. Only vicars and priests’

To which I replied, (perhaps too nonchalantly), ‘Ooh?’

I don’t think Mr. Bank Guy’s looked very far, unfortunately…

There is that apparent divide between Catholics and Protestants in France.
I guess Caths and Prots are not totally united in the UK either, but I feel the difference is a stronger one in France.