Saturday, November 26, 2011

Daddy's girl

They were all home for thanksgiving -- the brothers and their wives and babies. The little ones are growing up way to quickly for how often we see them! Couldn't resist posting my favorite from the day-- a pic of my handsome big bro and his little girl. She loves him and he's such a sweet Daddy!! =)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

My Thoughts Are Higher Than Thine


"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD "For as the heavens are higher than the earth,  so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.
                                                                           -    Isaiah 55:8-9


My Ways Are Not Your Ways::

Oft the way to the goal seems so weary and long,
Trials almost take away my song;
Then I sigh and I cry and I ask,
Father why does this life my wishes all deny?’

My ways, my child, are not your ways,
My thoughts are higher than thine.
Let me lead you each step of this long weary day,
Let me clasp thy trembling hand in mine.

It is my hearts desire to do His blessed will,
And to serve my Master every day;
But when things all go wrong and the world doubts me still,
Then, oh Lord, I can-not understand.

So I’ll leave all to Him, He has promised to share
All my load and ev’ry care to bear.
There is joy in my heart and on my lips a song,
Even tho’, Lord, I don’t understand.

My ways, my child, are not your ways,
My thoughts are higher than thine.
Let me lead you each step of this long weary day,
Let me clasp thy trembling hand in mine.
                                                     
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Friday, November 11, 2011

Winter Moon


She rises behind barren November trees...

Full and radiant--winter moon.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Conglamoration of quotes...

It was time to clean in the office today and as I sorted through reams of paper I stumbled upon a number of thoughts I'd scribble on scraps of paper in a moment of inspiration or quotes I'd come upon in my reading. Needed a place to put them so I could throw the scraps away and thought, why not here? =)

"Strange that in my own great insufficency, I found my all in Thee, and Thou hast strengthened me, hast set me free." R.L.

"So many of Life's miracles happen slowly, like the process from worm to butterfly." R.L.

I am not here to impress, I am here to bless.  Selected

Remember when you are allowed some test, God in His love gives what is best.  R.L.

Meekness = Lack of proccupation with self and being empowered by God. Resting quietly and confidently  in the power of God. Selected

"We do not understand the next page of God's lesson book; we see only the one before us. Nor shall we be allowed to turn the leaf until we have learned it's lesson." George McDonald

God is eternal. Time is nothing to Him. His plans are eternal. Keith Dehn




Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Be still...

"Be Still, My Soul"

1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.


Sunday, November 6, 2011

We wait...





“In this place of gracious uncertainty, we wait. For the broken places to be brought back together. For the meaning of our suffering to be revealed in his. For the righteous reign of a mighty God, whose goodness we will spend all eternity celebrating. We wait — with open, expectant hearts.” [Paula Rinehart]

Saturday, November 5, 2011

A mother's heart...

    
     The night is dark -- the air humid. Swollen bare feet traverse the hall yet again -- the dozenth time she's been up in two hours. Whole body aching, longing for rest. The life within moves -- she cradles her distended stomach, tears starting to her eyes. Tender longing,  liquid weariness mingle in a bittersweet stream. It can't be long now can it?
    The day comes. The day the Creator of the fearfully and wonderfully made chooses. And her heart beats high with hope -- but the hope mingles with fear for who ever promised that the journey would be easy? But the joy that is set before her -- yes, she will endure. The hours pass. Pain -- travail -- the laboring -- the love -- only a mother's heart. And then searing moment of arrival, the blending of a mother's sigh and a baby's cry. The mingling of blood and tears. Life is never born without sacrifice. 
     And then he is in her arms. Damp and new, mewling and red. Her eyes are full, but her heart is overflowing. To her he is perfect. He is her own and in the magic of the moment even in the pain that still grips her joy is made full.

     There will still be pain. Her body is broken, and healing takes time. But in the moment it does not matter. The tiny bobbing head. The bleary blue of newborn eyes. Tiny fingers grasping her own. He is hers. And it was worth the sacrifice.
                  


    
     
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      In the darkness she turns over, pulls the covers closer, wonders, strains to listen -- All is silent -- still she cannot sleep. Her mind is full and her heart aches. Her soul is pregnant with longing and the travail of the soul far exceeds any of the boundaries of physical pain. But tonight the pain -- the gripping pain. And does the heart of a mother never cease to labor? She has been in the throws of this labor so long -- the years -- the night so dark. What of the spear that pierced through the Virgin Mother's heart? 

James J. Tissot, 'Soldier with Spear Pierces jesus in His Side' (1896)

     Oh that it were that spear and not the spear of rejection that pierces now. And her soul in an anguish throbs with the betrayal of the One whose side was pierced. The betrayal of her own heart. The confusion and the wandering and the wretched foolish choices. She had never dreamed in that moment their eyes first met -- infant bleary blue and hers all bright with tears, that it would come to this. But it has and the son though gone from home is still here in the heart of the mother and she prays. Labors on. She must for whether the child be born dead or alive her mother's heart will let her do no less.
     And the tears flow and the heart longs for the moment of arrival and the miracle of birth. The time when the travail of soul will turn to rejoicing and the prodigal will once more fill her arms. And the One who was pierced for all. The One who knows the sacrifice draws near and tenderly He weeps with her and tenderly He woos the wayward one. And then what of the pain? What of the travail and sorrow and tears? What of the long journey to healing? What of that? Jesus assures her that in the miracle of that moment it will be worth it all. 


     
   
   

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My Little Pajama Clad Angel

We are enjoying a visit from our little Davie for a few days...