For Grandma

O let my name engraven stand
Both on Thy heart and on Thy hand;
Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear
That pledge of love forever there.

Stronger than death thy love is known,
Which floods of wrath could never drown;
And hell and earth in vain combine
To quench a fire so much divine.

Come, my Beloved, hast away,
Cut short the hours of Thy delay;
Fly like a youthful hart or roe
Over the hills where spices grow.

O Let My Name Engraven Stand

Wise Love

O Father, help us to know that the hiding of Thy face is wise love. Thy love is not fond, doting, and reasonless. Thy bairns must often have the frosty cold side of the hill, and set down both their bare feet amongst the thorns: Thy love hath eyes, and in the meantime is looking on. Our pride must have winter weather.
 
-George MacDonald

Christ's saints carry the cross, feel the frosty cold, and walk among the thorns, but this is wise love and we are called to follow. We follow to the cross, but we follow knowing that the cross means Easter. "We don’t struggle and suffer and fight in spite of Easter. We struggle and suffer and fight because of Easter...Christ is risen and therefore every cross is lovely to us." -Pastor Sumpter