|My Sweet Rose by J.W. Waterhouse|
For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel,By minute I mean both "measure of time" and "adjective denoting smallness."
"In returning and rest you shall be saved;in quietness and in trust shall be your strength."-Isaiah 30:15
In this period of frequent discomfort, I've learned to prize the tiniest moments of relief, to really rest in them. I have often spoiled such moments by worrying about future trials. (Sure, my face feels okay now, but what about tomorroooooow? and then I stress myself out and make everything worse.) Instead, God's taught me to enjoy each bit of peace He provides, praising Him for the gift so long as it lasts. A blessing need not be permanent to be enjoyed. At least, that's what I am finding.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."Even something as apparently insignificant as a cool, refreshing breeze deserves gratitude. A fleeting grace is still a grace.
Also, I am indeed obsessed with Pre-Raphaelite paintings. Waterhouse seems to have one for every post in this series, so eh, why not?