I've decided to take on a long-term project of recording Frederic Farrar's Life of Christ. This little section in Chapter 1, the story of Christ's birth, caught my attention:
"The inventions of man differ wholly from the dealings of God. In His designs there is no haste, no rest, no weariness, no discontinuity;
"all things are done by Him in the majesty of silence, and they are seen under a light that shineth quietly in the darkness, 'showing all things in the slow history of their ripening.'
"The unfathomable depths of the Divine counsels were moved; the fountains of the great deep were broken up; the healing of the nations was issuing forth;
"but nothing was seen on the surface of human society but the slight rippling of the water; the course of human things went on as usual, while each was taken up with little projects of his own.'"
Reminds me of the work we mothers are engaged in.
Art credit: Baby at Play by Thomas Eakins
The Well-Educated Mother's Heart