A Prayer

I used to have this copied out onto a 3x5 card and stuck into the cover of my Bible.  I have no idea where it went. It's a beautiful prayer; one that I've prayed time and time again.

Thou art the God of early mornings, 

the God of late nights, 

the God of the mountain peaks, 

and the God of the sea;

but, my God,

my soul has further horizons than the early mornings, 

deeper darkness than the nights of earth, 

higher peaks than any mountain peak, 

greater depths than any sea in nature—

Tho Who art the God of all these,

be my God. 

I cannot reach to the heights or to the depths; 

there are motives I cannot trace, 

dreams I cannot get at—

my God, search me out.

-Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

Braided Rug

My awesome Mom has gotten into rug braiding lately.  We were the joyful recipients of a beautiful rug for Christmas.  It is now cushioning the floor beside our bed, reminding us both to kneel and thank God for our wonderful family.