Poetry from the Cabin 1/12/2024

This morning I wrote on God’s timely provision. This afternoon the theme continued. We received a call that some young girls were in a bad situation. We have been praying for them for a while, but because of our living situation we have been unable to intervene. Today though, when things came to a head, we were able to share the bounty we have received. While praying, we really felt that the reason we have been so blessed is for this very moment. Perhaps that is how it always is. God’s blessings are intended not to flow into our lives like stagnant pools overgrown with algae, but through our lives like vibrant lakes filled with fish and wildlife.

Blessings flow through open hands

Like oil jars in barren lands

And trusting in the mornings keep

Of heavens bread plenty to eat

For heaven’s goods are never low

Through open hands the blessings flow

Give the best of what you get

And practice trust and be content

With measures full and running over

Promised good will be delivered

Blessed to live within His sight

Sparrows full of heavens light

The kingdom is upon this land

And blessings flow through open hands