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DH heard the call of a cardinal last week, a subtle sign of the coming spring. We still have a long way to go, but the cardinal lets us know that the days are slowly lengthening around here.
Have you ever thought of winter as a time when God might whisper to us or our children? Here is a lovely passage where Ms. Mason suggests just that:
There are several ways by which the knowledge of God first comes to us; we may be struck by the words, acts, and looks of those who know––a very convincing lesson. A little plant of moss, the bareness of a tree in winter, may, as we have seen, awake us to the knowledge; or, dealings of strange intimacy with our own hearts, visitings of repentance and love, sweet answers to poor and selfish prayers, tokens of friendship that we can never tell, but most surely perceive, are all steps in this chief knowledge. (Vol. 4.184)A winterish prayer by George MacDonald from an old commonplace entry:
O Father, help us to know that the hiding of thy face is wise love. They love is not fond, doting and reasonless. Thy bairns must often have the frosty cold side of the hill, and set down both their bare feet amongst the thorns: Thy love hath eyes, and in the meantime is looking on. Our pride must have winter weather.Take a peek at the 2014 Living Education Retreat flyer. Incredibly, it filled up in 6 days. Some year, Lord willing, I would love to meet you at our relationship-driven retreat.
|From Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady|