Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Writings

Fair Havens

Seeking the Lord in daily life can be difficult.  It's not that He goes anywhere.  My mind just becomes cloudy.  Selfishness seeps in and before I know it, my eyes are filled with logs.  I pray with my mind and try to seek Him, but something is missing within my soul.  Then I come to Fair Havens, a calm in the storm.  Something in my soul stirs.  I am awaken.  I wait for Him and there is clarity.  The logs are gone and then I begin to remember something.  My soul knows but I can't put it into words.  What I thought were problems before now seem like specs of dust in the ocean.  I walk with the Lord.  His peace envelops me.  My soul sings. "Praise the Lord!"  Nothing else matters in that moment.  Purpose becomes more clear.  I feel the Lord directing my steps.  But I feel dust beginning to seep back in my eyes.  Doubts linger on the fringes of my mind.  "Trust Me," He says.  The voice seems distant now.  Trust in the Lord.  The battle awaits.

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