At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
there came in the twilight a message to me
It's quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven that,
as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
like a low inspiration, "Do the next thing."
Many a questioning, many a fear
many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
time, opportunity, guidance are given
Fear not tomorrow, child of the King
trust that with Jesus, do the next thing
Do it immediately, do it with prayer
do it reliantly, casting all care
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand
who placed it before thee with earnest command
Stayed on omnipotence, safe 'neath His wing
leave all resultings, do the next thing
Looking to Jesus, ever serener
working or suffering by thy demeanor
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm
the light of His countenance, be thy psalm
Do the next thing.
This anonymous poem, made famous by Elisabeth Elliot, seems fitting to remember on the day she passed from this temporary home to her eternal dwelling place. Her life was lived with steadfast determination, to trust and obey, the One who laid down His life for her-no matter what the cost, no matter what the next thing was going to be. As the world mourns this faithful servant of God, all of heaven rejoices over a life lived with an eternal perspective!
Linking with Inspire Me Monday, Monday's Musings and Titus 2 Tuesday