Feeling so weary and in need of rest imagine my surprise when I picked up a book in the church library and found a kindred spirit on a single page. I felt like I was reading my own thoughts (with the addition of a little lake with a pier to sit on and dangle my feet into the water - just a short distance from that cabin.) Enjoy the poem I read that day. Who knows, you just might find a kindred spirit too. If not today, someday.
Is There Somewhere...?
Is there somewhere
-anywhere-
a little lonesome cabin
lost among the forest
on a wild, deserted shore;
an empty little cabin:
rough hewn, worn, and solid
with a dandy drawing chimney,
books, and windows - nothing more?
I'm tired of noise and traffic,
people pushing, phones and letters,
dates and deadlines, styles and headlines,
pride and pretense, nothing more;
and I'm needing such a cabin,
near God's masterpiece of mountains-
such a lost and lonesome cabin
where a tired soul can adore.
“Reprinted by permission. “(Legacy of a Pack Rat), Ruth Bell Graham, copyright 1989, Thomas Nelson Inc. Nashville , Tennessee
PS I've often wondered if she found that little cabin. Whether we get that "somewhere" or not, Jesus' invitation to come unto Him when we are weary and heavy laden is always open.
