Category: Words of Wisdom

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.
– St. Teresa of Avila

I Will Wait

I will be patient
I will wait, Dear Lord,
For I know
I don’t wait in vain.

You always keep
Your promises
I have no right
To complain.

I will not be fooled
By the things I see
I will not be disheartened
By the darkness surrounding me.

But I will put my trust in You
And I will wait
I will be patient, Dear Lord
For I do not wait in vain.

For though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! – Habakkuk 3:17-18, WEB

See what is going to happen from now on. Although there is no grain left, and the grapevines, fig trees, pomegranates, and olive trees have not yet produced, yet from now on I will bless you.” – Haggai 2, GNT

“Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you.” – Mother Teresa

Five Loaves and Two Fishes

Five loaves and two fishes
These are all I have
And I didn’t think they’d matter much
When there are thousands to be fed.

Five loaves and two fishes
And I was ashamed to ask
If somehow they could help
To feed those hungry men

But You took them in Your hands
And you blessed them
And offered them
To heaven.

And everyone ate ’til everyone’s full
And everyone believed
That you loved them
Cause you fed them.

And all these out of my small gift
The ones I thought didn’t matter
With five loaves and two fishes
You satisfied the hunger of men.

“There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish, but what are these amongst so many?”
Jesus took the loaves; and having given thanks, he distributed to the disciples, and the disciples to those who were sitting down; likewise also of the fish as much as they desired. When they were filled, he said to his disciples, “Gather up the broken pieces which are left over, that nothing be lost.” So they gathered them up, and filled twelve baskets with broken pieces from the five barley loaves, which were left over by those who had eaten. – John 6, WEBBE

“The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are strong at the broken places.”- Ernest Hemingway

Try

When dreams die,
as they sometimes do,
when the plans you’ve made
and when the things you’ve built
just seem to fade,
do not leave,
it is not the end.

When hopes disappear,
as they sometimes do,
when everything you’ve prayed for
and every seed you’ve sown,
just seem to wither away,
do not quit,
you can try again.

For those dreams that died,
they’d give way to bigger dreams,
as the things that have fallen,
will make greater things arise.
You may cry for a while,
but you will mend.
When the night is over,
a bright new morn will shine!

Let’s not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don’t give up. – Galatians 6, WEBBE

You are the light of the world. – Matthew 5, WEBBE

That Little Thing You Did

That little thing you did,
that little smile,
You thought it didn’t matter,
but it got through,
and thanks to you,
her day was not so blue.

That little thing you did,
that little letter,
You thought it wasn’t written well,
it wasn’t perfect,
But it didn’t need to be perfect,
to let him know he was loved.

That little thing you did,
that little poem,
It hardly made a rhyme,
You thought no one would read it,
But somebody did and somebody thought about it,
And now his life was spared
by a poem that did not rhyme.

How many good things have not been done
just because we thought
what we do is too little?
How many beautiful things
were left unsaid
just because we thought they wouldn’t rhyme?

Do not forget the little things
even the broken and imperfect ones.
God uses the little things
to accomplish His greatest work,
And it is the broken that can mend
the deepest wounds of men.

We often think we receive graces and are divinely illumined by means of brilliant candles. But from whence comes their light? From the prayers, perhaps, of some humble, hidden soul, whose inward shining is not apparent to human eyes; a soul of unrecognized virtue and, in her own sight, of little value – a dying flame. – St. Therese of Lisieux