Sunday, October 30, 2011

Joy in the Lord

Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
-- HABAKKUK 3:17-18

"...Our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation works patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope makes not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given to us."
                                                                                     Romans 4:1c-5

A spirit of joy in the midst of trials is what sets Christians apart from the rest of the world.

Friday, October 28, 2011


A life lived for Him is full of 

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."   
                                       - Jeremiah 29:11 NLT

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

In Uncertainty...

Sometimes Life's road stretches long and uncertain...
And sometimes that uncertainty comes in the form of a crossroads...
But whatever uncertainties we face, one thing is certain...
"The Lord directs the steps of the godly...
"...He delights in every detail of their lives." (Psalm 37:23 NLT)

Sweet Sister

Monday, October 17, 2011

I think God had fun!

"And God created great sea creatures, and 
every living thing that moves,which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind..."    

and every winged fowl after its kind...

And God made the beasts of the earth after their kinds...

and cattle after their kinds...

and every thing that creeps upon the earth after its kind...

and God saw that it was good. 

 (Excerpts from Genesis 1 )

Friday, October 14, 2011

What will it be?

    The road stretches long and winding. My bare feet slow as I linger drinking in the silence. And I ponder -- ponder longing, and faith. What it means to walk this faith, and live the longing to know the fullness of His presence.
     And in the longing of my own heart I wonder, wonder what it would be to see His face. To trace His features with love hungry eyes, to look into the depths of Divinity, and to know such intimacy. What would it be? My heart is hungry for His smile, needy for His presence, and my soul aches with the bondage the earth bound. What will it be?
     But I think of how we walk by faith and not by sight. And how faith that knows the presence of the living God walks unhindered by the visible and aware of the invisible through the gift of touch. The touch of God on the heart And how the hand of trust traces the face of the character of God in all of life. How my spiritual eyes are yet blind to the face of God, but still I know He is here and I know the gift of intimacy through the fingertips of faith.
      I feel the warmth of sun upon my face and know His smile of pleasure.  I pause to listen for the whispered words of love. They echo in my heart like music to some inner ear.
 But yet I long. And my heart cries out with the heart of another who was blind. "If I get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight?"   And I know it will be soon. That some day faith shall be sight. For has not my Lover said that blessed is he who has believed though he has not seen? And until then the angel of His presence is my surety of promise. And  faith sings because it knows, it will be worth it all when we SEE Christ.

*Quote by Helen Keller

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Surrender's shade

Trust hangs somewhere between knowing what your heart longs for and trying to dictate the shape or timing or outcome of your heart’s desire. It lies in the willingness to accept the particulars of how and when and where God chooses to intervene. It waits in the cool shade of surrender.
[Paula Rinehart]

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Glory Tree

The maple is a flaming torch of beauty,
Lighting these last somber autumn days.
It's crimson leaves reflecting brilliant glory,
We stand transfixed beneath it's ruddy blaze.

Against the sky it stands, a candle burning,
The sunlight sifting through bright ruby motes;
And as we gaze in sudden nameless yearning,
Our breath is caught within enraptured throats.

Dreaming with a crest of crimson glory,
The maple tree writes with it's leaves of flame
Upon the blue a lovely old, old story
And softly sings the glory of His name.
                                   -Ruth B. Field

Tuesday, October 4, 2011