“...Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day...”
-A. E. Housman
A Shropshire Lad 1896
Haven't blogged for months.
Close friends have been asking me if I'll ever update my blog.
Thing is, I don't really know what to write.
There are only a select few in my life that I share my personal thoughts with.
I've realised in all of my entries, I've never actually shared deeply about myself nor my personal thoughts.
So...in contemplation, should I, or shouldn't I?
Maybe...
Maybe...in my next entry.
Ha.
This excerpt from Oswald Chambers' daily devotional got me thinking...
"Why shouldn’t we experience heartbreak? Through those doorways God is opening up ways of fellowship with His Son. Most of us collapse at the first grip of pain. We sit down at the door of God’s purpose and enter a slow death through self-pity. And all the so-called Christian sympathy of others helps us to our deathbed. But God will not. He comes with the grip of the pierced hand of His Son, as if to say, "Enter into fellowship with Me; arise and shine." If God can accomplish His purposes in this world through a broken heart, then why not thank Him for breaking yours?"
I know I am one of those who collapse at the first grip of pain.
