Sorry for a second post today, but I read this poem that Kristin posted on facebook and wanted to share it here as well:
One by one He took them from me,
All the things I valued most,
Until I was empty-handed;
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highways, grieving.
In my rags and poverty.
Till I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift your empty hands to Me!"
So I held my hands toward heaven,
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches,
Till they could contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God COULD not pour His riches
Into hands already full!
- "Treasures" by Martha Snell Nicholson
I encountered that poem in a testimony of a woman from Burma. Her story is well worth listening to - here is the link.
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