The Good Portion: Godexplores what Scripture teaches about God in hopes that readers will see his perfection, worth, magnificence, and beauty as they study his triune nature, infinite attributes, and wondrous works.
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change, He faithful will remain. Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay From His own fullness all He takes away.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord. When disappointment, grief and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high; Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways, So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye. Be still, my soul: the sun of life divine Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.
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I’ve posted the second installment in a series I’m calling Scriptural Lessons from the Natural World at Out of the Ordinary.
My husband loved to take our children fishing, so they’ve understood since they were very young that when we eat fish, we’re eating something that was, not long ago, a living, breathing creature. My youngest son went bison hunting with his school class when he was 12 or so. They got their bison, helped butcher it, and served it fresh as bison burgers at a community feast. These children knew from experience that burgers don’t come from a fast food joint—ultimately, anyway—but from living animals killed so we can eat burgers made from their flesh.