Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wonder of Creation
(more to come another day...)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Lord, You're so faithful and unchanging. Help me to trust in You fully so that I may walk in complete freedom.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Today was Meghan's ballet recital and you could feel the excitement in the air. Her first two dances were smooth and lovely, however, in her last dance she made a couple of mistakes. She returned to the dressing room a little sad because she felt she had let her group down. It didn't take long for her to cheer up and to watch and encourage her friends in their dances.
Meghan, we are so very proud of your talent but most of all, we are proud of your character. You are a good friend and a loving daughter. Keep allowing God to shape you and you'll always be "perfectly" who He's made you to be.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
"neighbours". Are you a statistic? Do you have children or grandchildren who have fallen away from the Lord? Have you suffered a severing in your marriage that you never dreamed of when you began that walk down the aisle? Do you find it difficult to love someone because of their "unmentionable" sins? We must fight against becoming a statistic! If we have already succumbed to the numbers, we must fight for a come-back!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Dear Mommy And Daddy,
I love you so much I don't even know how to say it!
All I can is:
Thank you Mommy and Daddy for all your hard work, and all
your time, and all your love for us. I love you so much!! You guys are always going to be special to me even when I'm 1,000 years old, well lets say from 0 years old 'till whenever I die. You guys are the most special people in my life, and thanks a lot for being in it.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Thousands of women sang, "Blessed Be the Name of the Lord" and I had wept as we neared the lines,
Could I choose to bless Him and give thanks in all circumstances? The speakers who poured their hearts out and exposed their deepest and darkest places so that we might learn from them, chose to say, "blessed be the name..." How could they do it? Because they had encountered His great love.
I push the sweetness of the grape juice to the back of my mouth. This love is what I'm tasting: "But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5) Pastor reads the scriptures and he pauses partway, removes his glasses and wipes his tears. We are all broken. My eyes well up again. I survey this congregation of wounded people. Some rush toward the altar for prayer, others linger long and then hesitantly move forward, still others, pray from their seats, physically unable to go. But we all need His touch. His sacrifice and submission to the Father's will made it possible for us to kneel at the altar and receive restoration. Blessed be the name of the Lord, for by His stripes, we are healed.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
On a school day when we work well into the afternoon, we have "Tea Time". This little ritual consists of a special snack with drinks and some thoughtful reflection about art, music, poetry or listening to a read-aloud while painting. My children love this part of the day when we slow down and enjoy the "finer things" in life. As the girls were preparing, I could hear them whispering and I knew they were probably finding the treats left behind from a barbeque we had last night with friends. When they called me into the kitchen, I was surprised to find a little tea party set up, complete with fairly healthy snacks. Their small, feminine display of flowers and china was sweet and I smiled as I sat down to tea with my three daughters who are practicing the art of hospitality.
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.