C.H. Spurgeon

He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood-pigeons in the forest, the song of birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the sighing of the wind among the pines, needs not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours ramble in the beech woods' umbrageous calm, would sweep the cobwebs out of the brain of scores of our toiling ministers who are now but half alive. A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face, would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Humming a song, a sighing heart brings calm & ministers grace which is best....God is so good, God is so amazing!!
Just breathing in God in the clear, crisp air looking at the trees blowing in the wind is peace in it's self. To me God is in the air He created it, so go today and breath in the peace and grace of God!!!! Look all around you, God is in the day.
Vickie E

Sheila Atchley said...

Honestly, when I read this awhile back, I thought of you Vickie! Amen...He is all in and throughout a so-called "ordinary" day.