This is My Father’s World

It's time for another blog. Usually some happening or thought pops up during the week and I know that's what I will be writing about. Well this was one of those weeks that was short on epiphany.

And so I'm looking back at my week to find something to write about. Maybe I'll narrow it down to yesterday.

Yesterday wasn't overly special or significant. But it was Sunday. And in our home we usually spend our day going to church, hanging out with friends, or just having a family day. Looking back I can't help but remember some of the quips or maybe we could say, wise sayings, that I heard throughout the day. These sayings weren't meant to be the main point, but they stuck in my mind and I found myself thinking about them all day long.

The first one I heard in my truck was a quote from Albert Einstein. It went something like this. "God doesn't play dice". I like that. There's an order out there.

 The next was this. "Like the tracks of a train, joy and sorrow often run together".

Although it wasn't the point, it is often true. When there is sorrow, look around for it and you'll probably find some joy there too.

The last one was a song that I learned as a kid, I think it was intended to be a kids song but I love it when our worship leader uses it for the main service.

Here are some of the lyrics written by Maltbie D. Babcock;

This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears,

All nature sings, and round me rings

The music of the spheres.

This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

So my blog is a bit different and much shorter than usual. If you followed me this far I hope that you take some time to reflect on these sayings. Or maybe one that you heard along the way.

Today I’m helping my uncle clear some trails at his deer camp. There is poison ivy everywhere. There's an old saying that goes like this;  “leaves of three, leave them be".  I'm hoping that it doesn't give me something to write about next week!

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