“Faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will.”

… your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, …is of great worth in God’s sight.

Her ways are pleasant ways and all her paths are peace.

Say to wisdom “You are my sister” and call understanding a kinswoman.

NIV “… do not abandon the works of your hands.”
KJV “… forsake not the works of thine own hands.”

In the medieval era gardens were designed to suffice for the loss of Eden. The garden I’ve grown into, in my middle ages, seems more like a kind of Purgatory, but I love it. It’s a ratty little garden, not much at all. But I can call it mine.

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

We walk (or live) by faith, not by sight.

What would I find in my own heart if the noise of the world were silenced? Who would I be? What will I be when loss or crisis or the depredation of time take away the trappings of success, or self importance, even personality itself?

She is a tree of life to those who embrace her, those who lay hold of her will be blessed.