As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

When He Is Silent

The Age-Long Minute

Amy Carmichael

Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee?

Hold us quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it;
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?


This is another of those poems that speaks truth to me deep in my soul. It is both convicting and encouraging. Convicting because, too often I fail to be "quiet through the age-long minute"...but encouraging because it is a reminder of the unfailing truth that, if He is in the boat, it cannot sink.

1 comment:

  1. I've always loved this poem. I think you could ponder the words forever and never get to the depths of them. The age-long minute. What a perfect choice of words to describe the emotions of our hearts. And yes, I agree. Can you ever read this poem without feeling that sense of still having a long way to go in your own personal faith and trust? How encouraging to know that He is always in our boat and that we are not alone.


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