project dia: nov 27

A few things that have stopped me lately:

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.

        - My Quietness, Amy Charmichael

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" When I look at your heavens,

 the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

What is man that you are mindful of him,

and the son of man that you care for him? "

-Psalm 8: 3 & 4

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