The past isn’t dead; it’s not even past.

The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

David Schrock, Rutherford, TN
Beside the Still Waters, Vol. 30, Issue 6

Encouragement after affliction is like sunshine after a storm.

Denver Yoder, Somerset, OH
Beside the Still Waters, vol. 30, issue 5

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:
By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also; knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
and patience, experience, and experience, hope:
And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

To make two-dimensional cloth from one-dimensional yarn, you have to think in three dimensions.

p. 72, The Fabric of Civilization, Virginia Postrel.

Preface, Virginia Postrel

The most profound technologies are those that disappear.
They weave themselves into the fabric of everyday life
until they are indistinguishable from it.

Mark Weiser, “The Computer for the 21st Century”,
Scientific American, September 1991.

Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love

You search me (Lord) and…
(You know me well.)
Every word I speak…
(You can foretell )
You hem me in…
behind before.
Your hand still leads me to the shore.
Where can I go where you’re not near?
From highest heights to valleys clear, even in darkness, you see bright.
You carry me through day and night.
You formed my frame, in secret ways.
((Wrote all my days, before my days.))
I praise you, Lord, for I’m fearfully made.
(((by hands of Love that never fade.)))
Your thoughts about me, they overflow.
More than the sand, more than I know.
If I should rise on morning’s away, you’d still be there.
My everything. Where can I go where you’re not near?
From highest heights to valleys clear, even in darkness, you see bright.
You carry me through day and night.
(Search me, God, and know my heart.)
(Guide me in ways that won’t depart.)

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Patience is a bitter plant, but it has a sweet fruit.

Peace flourishes when reason rules.