No poem came to mind today. No ideas. Only images, side by side: My warm blankets. People crushed in Haiti. The sound of my laughter. Others' grief.
"'Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.'
Again and again we seem to hear God saying this to us.
'Come unto Me' for the solution of every problem, for the overcoming of every temptation, for the calming of every fear, for all our need, physical, mental, or spiritual, but mostly 'come unto Me' for the strength we need to live with peace of mind and the power to be useful and effective."
A thought from the Twenty-Four Hours a Day book.
"'Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.'
Again and again we seem to hear God saying this to us.
'Come unto Me' for the solution of every problem, for the overcoming of every temptation, for the calming of every fear, for all our need, physical, mental, or spiritual, but mostly 'come unto Me' for the strength we need to live with peace of mind and the power to be useful and effective."
A thought from the Twenty-Four Hours a Day book.
