
Below is how the cabin may have appeared
LIFTING THOUGHTS—a living collection of Christian poetry, inspirational writings, verses, photos, even humor, gleaned from quiet times and experientially. Author resides in a small historic mountain town, Hill City, located in the central Black Hills of South Dakota, near Mount Rushmore. The photo was taken at Poet's Table, a serene place where many thoughts are lifted, a resting spot near Sylvan Lake in the granite beauty at the heart of the Black Hills National Forest. Welcome!

Below is how the cabin may have appeared
We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
(from Morality by Matthew Arnold, 1822-1888)
Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed
to the things which we have heard,
lest at any time we should let them slip.
-Hebrews 2:1 KJV
God is never in a hurry
but spends years with those He expects to greatly use.
He never thinks the days of preparation
too long or too dull.
The hardest ingredient in suffering is often time. A short, sharp pang is easily borne, but when a sorrow drags its weary way through long, monotonous years, and day after day returns with the same dull routine of hopeless agony, the heart loses its strength, and without the grace of God, is sure to sink into the very sullenness of despair. ... We may not see now the outcome of the beautiful plan which God is hiding in the shadow of His hand; it yet may be long concealed; but faith may be sure that He is sitting on the throne, calmly waiting the hour when, with adoring rapture, we shall say, "All things have worked together for good." Like Joseph, let us be more careful to learn all the lessons in the school of sorrow than we are anxious for the hour of deliverance. There is a "need-be" for every lesson, and when we are ready, our deliverance will surely come, and we shall find that we could not have stood in our place of higher service without the very things that were taught us in the ordeal. God is educating us for the future, for higher service and nobler blessings; and if we have the qualities that fit us for a throne, nothing can keep us from it when God's time has come. Don't steal tomorrow out of God's hands. Give God time to speak to you and reveal His will. He is never too late; learn to wait. -selected
May we be willing, now, to do the (good) thing that lies nearest, in the love and grace and strength and power provided by God - being in His life (see Colossians 3:3) - and not even attempting it on our own, but depending upon Him for whatever we need to accomplish what He wants, the thing that lies nearest. May we not make this complicated. May we simply want what He wants and proceed on that basis alone; wanting the heart of Christ (for blessed are the poor in spirit), seeking to understand what is the mind of Christ (for those who seek will find Him who rewards them who seek Him diligently), and offering our bodies as living sacrifices...that every part of our physical being may be dedicated and devoted to the expression of His purpose for it.
For instance, what is His purpose for your eyes? Just now, you are reading these thoughts. In five minutes what will you do with your eyes? The thing nearest may be a child - whether naughty or nice - whose gaze connected to your gaze may receive the vision of Christ's love, which is certainly not found in many other places where the eyes of children may connect.
May our eyes convey that we consider how to encourage one another to love and good deeds, as Hebrews 10:24 instructs us to do. Open His book and see what is in it...absorb what is in it, for you, then be willing via your unique self to somehow communicate what you see, what you hear, on behalf of the One who loves you infinitely most. He will prompt you, in His time...He may surprise you. Be willing, be always ready. In the meantime, there is the thing that lies nearest - perhaps some duty of the day - and there is His immediate purpose for you. But be aware that this very thing may be interrupted by another thing or person. Now what is important to you? Do you love Him above and beyond your feelings, your busy-ness, your urgency? See your priorities continually in the light of discerning whether they are His, and keep your inner ear alert.
Jesus is the beloved risen Son of God...listen to Him. Begin with Him. Rest with Him, arise with Him, walk with Him, run with Him, connect with Him, keep on going with Him. With Him abide. In all things, even the little things, cause it to be about Him; be conscious of Him in your thoughts, words, actions, disposition. And be thankful to Him. If you practice Him, these things become like breathing. If your lungs are not used to Him, practice some deep breaths...hold...exhale. This expansion may even hurt a little (...perhaps your lungs are a bit crusty). But, persevere, His immensely great and healing love is in the air for you. Freely you receive, freely give.
Jesus’ Heart
When heart is dark
and heavy, set
in tangles of
its sunken nets,
when tears and grinding
teeth are spent
and eyes though seeing
are glimmerless...
will Jesus save you
where you went?
You went, or taken
with consent,
the future distant,
foresightless,
your conscience slipshod
misdirected,
and now you’re smitten
...with regret.
Can Jesus save you
where you went?
Forgive yourself
for where you went.
The circumstance,
though seen not best,
is just the thing
He circumvents
to lead you into
His own breast
where You can hear
His heart’s intent...
and know He saves you
where you went.
Copyright (c) 02.28.10 - Linda L. Brown
When a young girl, an intense passion for music was awakened within my soul. Father brought great joy into my life by presenting me with a beautiful organ. It would thrill me to the very fibre of my being, as the days slipped by, to be able to draw forth such wonderful harmony from my beloved instrument.
I used to sit at the organ in the early morning hours, just as the birds began to awaken, and through the open windows listen to their sweet little bird notes as they mingled with the melody of the organ, like a paean of praise to our Creator!
Then, one morning, quite suddenly, and at a time when I was preparing with girlish enthusiasm for my first concert appearance, one of the notes became faulty. How the discordant sound grated upon my sensitive ear. Father, sensing my grief, said: "Never mind, daughter, I will have the tuner come." Long hours the tuner worked on that faulty note before it again rang out all sweet and true with the others. And the concert was a success, because the tuner was successful! -author unknown
All the works of God are redemptive.
-Pastor Edward Wood
The summer before last (2008) my friend Sam and I were bug catching. We were at the archery shoot and we were waiting for our turn to go out shooting. So, we were just sitting there on a rock and I noticed a spider just sitting there on a shed. I said, Sam, let’s go catch that spider. And she said, all right, but we will need a bottle. And then I got an old water bottle that I had used yesterday. We took a pen and we hit the bottle with it to make holes in it, but it didn’t work. Finally Dad got out his pocket knife and stabbed holes in the bottle so the spider could breathe. Some of the holes were too big, so we had to put some little clover flowers in them. Then we put some grass in the bottle, a couple of sticks and some rocks. The spider kept moving around, so Sam put her hands around it and I put the bottle into her hands over the spider, and the spider climbed in. We took the bottle to our camper, and then we went out for our turn at archery shooting. When we came back it was almost dark. Sam went back to her camper next to ours and we both fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning Sam came over and we were checking the bugs that we caught. When we got to the spider’s bottle, the spider (Charlotte) wasn’t in it. And then we heard my little sister Kati scream and we ran back to where she was sleeping in the camper. The spider was sitting on Kati’s lap. And so I got a big book (Harry Potter) and I started smacking Kati’s lap. And then the spider was sitting there and it’s legs were all over the place and there was blood on the blanket and on Kati’s pants (spider’s blood). Then Sam and I said, in chorus, may Charlotte rest in pieces.

THE TRUE END

They were so quiet and plentiful;
they looked like leaves which the wind picked up
and moved from one resting place to another in a sudden gust.
Quietly so quietly
the small birds flutter by
and blend right in with background
turned upon a time...
Young lives are like that, flighting,
jumps and starts, some sky,
yet closest staying to background
as if it a watchful eye.
Up! Those with wings of Spirit!
Go with the Wind as high
as breath of Life will take you
above the lowland's light...
(There is a light to darkness,
seen differently at times;
but in the heavens, shined by Grace
soar those whose background...died.
A background, raw, gives comfort less
than when seemed perfect. Light
is dim under bandages.
But unbound a bird takes flight...)
Take flight!...make visible your Hope
to young lives, and old alike.
The Wind blows here, and over there
fluttering hearts and minds.
Young lives are giving treasures, rare
though plentiful, and quiet...
a card, hand-drawn, a smile, a prance...
rare fleeting chance to lift them higher.
Copyright (c) 02.14.10 - Linda L. Brown