Diary of An Old Soul

 

 

Here are two excepts from George MacDonald’s Diary of An Old Soul, what do you see in them? Is there a connection between the last lines of each? How does MacDonald arrive at the last line of each group?

Can you think of a passage(s) of Scripture that mirrors MacDonald’s thoughts and prayers?

The Lord willing, we’ll pick this back up in our next reflection.  

 

January   16.

 

     Thy will be done. I yield up everything.

     "The life is more than meat"—then more than health;

     "The body more than raiment"—then than wealth;

     The hairs I made not, thou art numbering.

     Thou art my life—I the brook, thou the spring.

     Because thine eyes are open, I can see;

     Because thou art thyself, 'tis therefore I am me.   

 

January 26

 

     Not, Lord, because I have done well or ill;

     Not that my mind looks up to thee clear-eyed;

     Not that it struggles in fast cerements tied;

     Not that I need thee daily sorer still;

     Not that I wretched, wander from thy will;

     Not now for any cause to thee I cry,

     But this, that thou art thou, and here am I.