At the beginning of many a new year I have chosen a word to carry with me through the coming days. I don’t have one this year. Instead, the words of an old hymn have worked their way into my heart and asked to walk with me.
“Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above”
(Come Thou Fount)
“The older I get, the less I know.” * I’m learning to rest when the path before me seems lost in a veil of fog.
My tendency leans to worry and fear - and ultimately to doubt. I don’t want to wander from the path He has prepared for me - even when it is lost to my sight.
Seal my heart, Lord, as I walk in the grace of Your perfect love.
*Swami Chetanananda
Blessings,
Linda
