The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings! Henry Ward Beecher
Heavenly Father, make me brave for life; much braver than this. As the blown grass lifts, let me rise From sorrow with quiet eyes, Knowing Thy way is wise. -Anon
Dear Paddy’O,
I’m sorry for your loss. It’s so raw to lose someone who has been that close to the family. I found this piece to be a comforting meditation when my mother passed. I pray it might bring you some comfort, too.
-M
To kind friends and absent companions.
The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings! Henry Ward Beecher
Heavenly Father, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
-Anon
Dear Paddy’O,
I’m sorry for your loss. It’s so raw to lose someone who has been that close to the family. I found this piece to be a comforting meditation when my mother passed. I pray it might bring you some comfort, too.
-M