Feast or Famine

I had a lovely conversation with a dear friend today. She shared openly how, as farmers, they did very well last year, but it looked like this year they were going to barely break even.

We decided in rural America it’s often either feast or famine.

But in time, we’re learning to accept it.  We’re learning to be thankful for the blessings in the good years and trusting God to provide in the lean ones.

We’re discovering that God really does see the big picture where we see only a glimmer.  His provision and plan for us is perfect, whatever our situation may be.

“When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul…”

~ Horatio G. Spafford

Feast or famine, good times or hard ones, our God is still in control.

“…for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” ~ Phil. 4: 11-12

A Life of Peace

Peace.

It’s a lovely word. Webster’s defines it as ” a state of tranquility or quiet.”

I think we would all like to live a peaceful life. But my life, on any given day, can be anything but tranquil or quiet!

The peace I need is the inner peace that comes from a deep and abiding faith. It’s the calm assurance that God loves me and has the very best for me, even in the dark days.

Patsy Clairmont said it well:

“A calmer faith. That’s the quiet place within us where we don’t get whiplash ever time life tosses us a curve. Where we relax (versus stew, sweat and swear) in the midst of an answerless season. Where we are not intimidated or persuaded by other people’s agendas but moved only by Him. Where we weap in repentance, sleep in peace, live in fullness, and sing of victory.” ~ Patsy Clairmont, Living Above Worry and Stress

“Great peace have they who love thy law and nothing can make them stumble.” Psalms 119:165