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Still Saturday: Childlike

October 3, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

childlike

Lord, make me childlike.

Deliver me from the urge to compete with another

for place or prestige or position.

I would be simple and artless as a  little child.

Deliver me from pose and pretense.

Forgive me for thinking of myself.

Help me to forget myself and

find my true peace in beholding Thee.

That Thou mayest answer this prayer

I humble myself before Thee.

Lay upon me Thy easy yoke

of self-forgetfulness

that through it I may find rest.

Amen.

~A.W Tozer in The Pursuit of God

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In the stillness,

Sandy

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  1. Sharon says

    October 3, 2014 at 8:38 pm

    Love the words from Tozer. Yes, there is release from pose and pretense when we let our hearts love Jesus like children. With total trust, total reliance, a sense of awe at His goodness, and a desire to be next to Him always.

    GOD BLESS!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:32 pm

      It’s so simple, really. Why do we make life so complicated? Growing up is not for grownups. 😉

  2. Cassandra M. Stewart / Renaissance Women says

    October 4, 2014 at 12:52 am

    Amen and amen.

    I love A.W. Tozer.

    God Bless and have a great weekend.

    ~ Cassandra

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:33 pm

      I’ll triple that. And I hope you have a triple-blessed weekend, Cassandra.

  3. Elizabeth Stewart says

    October 4, 2014 at 1:03 am

    I love that passage from Tozer.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:34 pm

      I’m hard pressed to find any passage from Tozer than I don’t love. 🙂

  4. Elaine Ezell says

    October 4, 2014 at 7:18 am

    Hi Sandra, I am so happy to have found your site. I have linked up a couple of recent photos and a post and look forward to visiting in the future. I love God’s Word!
    Wishing you God’s best,
    Elaine

  5. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    October 4, 2014 at 9:57 am

    This is so perfect, Sandra. “Lay upon me Thy easy yoke of self-forgetfulness that through it I may find rest.” Amen!!!! What a beautiful image that inspires. Exactly what I need right now. Love you big, my beautiful friend. May we all walk through it wearing that easy yoke and find rest. xox

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:40 pm

      I needed it, too, Patricia. Love you bigger. 🙂

  6. Caryn Christensen says

    October 4, 2014 at 10:45 am

    Oh my! Finding the need to copy this and put it front and center where I can see it regularly. Thank you for sharing…

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:41 pm

      Thinking that’s a good idea for me to do, too, Caryn. 🙂

  7. Carol J. Garvin says

    October 4, 2014 at 1:04 pm

    Such beautiful photos to accompany this prayer from Tozer! Thanks for sharing them.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 4, 2014 at 4:45 pm

      Thanks, Carol. You know, of course, Tozer’s words were originally all in one paragraph. I poetized it so it would soak into me deeper. 🙂

  8. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    October 4, 2014 at 2:50 pm

    This??

    “Lay upon me Thy easy yoke

    of self-forgetfulness

    that through it I may find rest.”

    God spoke to me this morning through these words. Thank you, Sandy. Big love to you.

  9. June says

    October 4, 2014 at 6:10 pm

    A good prayer. And a good reminder to re-read Tozer! Blessings.

  10. Laurie Collett says

    October 4, 2014 at 7:44 pm

    May we have childlike faith to be still in His presence! Thanks for the lovely post & for hosting & God bless!

  11. Dawn says

    October 4, 2014 at 9:48 pm

    Dear Sandra,

    I find it beautiful that we both quoted Mr. Tozer today. I love reading his thoughts and your post made me smile with the depth of familiarity that reading them brings. Thanks for sharing. What lovely photos of innocence and joy. Precious!
    Blessings,
    Dawn

  12. Joanne Viola says

    October 5, 2014 at 6:44 am

    Loved reading the quote. Powerful words>>> “Lay upon me Thy easy yoke of self-forgetfulness that through it I may find rest.” It’s in the forgetting of ourselves, we find true rest in Him. It may just be time to pull out this book and read it again! May you have a blessed Sunday!

  13. Deb Wolf says

    October 5, 2014 at 11:51 am

    I love this! The precious little one just makes me smile and words that my heart needed to hear. Thank you!! Many Blessings!!

  14. Mary Hill says

    October 7, 2014 at 12:06 am

    Hi, I just rediscovered or discovered you link up. I have visited so many. I am also not a good record keeper. I plan to add your button next week. I loved the poem and beautiful picture of the little girl. I so agree with the spirit of the prayer.

  15. Heather @ My Overflowing Cup says

    October 8, 2014 at 12:43 am

    What a beautiful prayer. Thank you for sharing that and for the link-up, Sandra.

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