O God who made me to trudge along the road always,
to carry heavy loads always,
And be beaten always.
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let someone understand me –
That I may no longer want to weep
Because I can never say what I mean
And they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle –
And make them give me time to pick it.
And Lord, one day let me find again
My little brother of the Christmas crib.
Prayers from the Ark
Carmen Berros de Gasztold

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

“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.