Get a Grip!

~~ Sometimes we just need to get a new grip on grace. ~~

Promise

A tiny bud

so full of promise

hardly visible to the eye.

A tiny spark of faith

so full of promise

never overlooked by His all-seeing eye.

He Sees . . . He Cares!

 

  

Watching the flurry of birds outside my windows is a blessing to me . . . a simple pleasure that never gets old!  As I watch them, I think of Someone else who's watching them and who sees every one that falls.  (Matt. 10:29)  And more importantly, I'm reminded that He's watching over me. . . that He sees every detail of my life, every need, every tiny step of faith.  He sees . . . and He responds in unconditional love!  I like the comforting words of the following old hymn written by Civilla Martin and published in 1905.  No one can sing it like Ethel Waters did when she sang with the Billy Graham Crusades around the world!

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,

When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. 

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,

And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;

Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,

When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,

I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

EDIT 2:30 p.m :  I just added a beautiful version of the song by Selah to my playlist (bottom right sidebar) , so turn up your volume if you'd like to hear it.

Sunrise

Each new sunrise

wrapped in light

and tied with promise

offers

new opportunities

to love

to grow

to serve

and to move closer

to the Son.

Color Your World!

May we step out of the shadows

and into His light.

May the brightness of His presence

shine through us

bringing cheer

and adding color

to the drabness around us.

And may we never forget

that even when we are not aware

someone is watching us!

May what they see

add richness

and smiles

and beauty

to their lives.

(Note:  I snapped this shot through the window as I sat quietly watching
the flurry of birds feeding outside.)

Happiness is looking in the mirror and liking what you see.

~copied~

So I'll cherish the old rugged Cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged Cross

and exchange it someday for a crown. 

Edit:  I am not referring to seeing myself but the Cross in this mirror :)

Rust Prevention

 

Someone has said, "Anxiety is the rust of life, 

destroying its brightness and weakening its power."

 

A wise man said, "An anxious heart weighs a man down."

(Proverbs 12:25)

Jesus said, "Do not worry about your life . . . 

Do not worry about tomorrow. . . "

(Matt. 6: 25,34)

Over and over God, our Father, says, "Fear not."

I say, "Why do I forget so quickly?  

Thank you, Lord, for reminding me.

I don't want to get rusty, dull, weighed down and powerless.

I trust You."

Test Time

When you're going through something hard

and you wonder where God is,

remember the teacher is always quiet

during a test.

~ quote copied from Trust in the Lord's Facebook page ~

Did Someone Push the Pause Button?

    

Pauses in life, interruptions, unexpected circumstances come to all of us.  We don't get to choose the timing, do we?  And often we wonder how they fit into the good plans God has for us.  For now, we can trust that God knows best and that He is never caught off guard by anything that happens to us.  One day we'll see the big picture and understand how all the pieces of our lives fit.

John David and I would never have chosen to have Christmas with part of the family and a week with our grandchildren postponed, nor would we have requested to spend New Years in the hospital.  Just wasn't in our plans.  But it happened.  John David became very sick and spent a week in the hospital recovering from pancreatitis, gall bladder surgery and other health issues.  We are so thankful for God's healing touch and His very real presence with us in room 815 - especially in some very frightening moments. 

On New Year's Eve the nurse remarked that we had the best view in the house for the fireworks that would soon fill the night sky over the Red River.  So after John David's pain was eased with strong medicine and he rested, I turned off all the lights in the room, sat at the big window and enjoyed the colors that exploded along the skyline.  I watched the lines of traffic below move along, carrying those whose lives were not on "pause." Was it where I wanted to be?  Of course not!  But I'll always remember that night and the unexpected enjoyment that I experienced in that quiet room.  Even in the dark times, His Light bursts into our night!

We had just celebrated the birth of our Emmanuel, God with us.  And He certainly was.  The Word became flesh and dwelt among us . . . so He understands our pain, our interruptions, our disappointments.  He truly is the God of the pauses!

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Thanks to those who have expressed concern for my blogging absence.  I appreciate you!  Hopefully, I'll get rested up and be back reading your blogs and posting on mine.  But before I do that, we're going to finish celebrating Christmas with family!

J - O - Y!!

Our four grandchildren - Christmas '08
One of my favorite Christmas pics


Christmas is not about what we want.  
It's about what we have.
~from Josie's Gift - a favorite children's book, which I just read again~

HOPE

Hope really floats this time of year!

Children hope for certain gifts under the tree.  Parents hope all the family can enjoy Christmas together. The lonely just hope for a smile, an encouraging word, a phone call. Some hope for a white Christmas, while others hope they have the means to keep their home and children warm.  Shoppers hope that the recipients of their gifts are pleased, yet those who cannot buy for others hope for a better year next year.  Cooks hope that each dish they prepare turns out just perfect.  The hungry hope for a miracle that will keep them from starving. And the list goes on and on . . . hoping, hoping, hoping.

All of these scenarios are realities, but in this Advent season we are reminded of a much greater reality.  Over 2000 years ago in an humble setting, Hope Himself was born.  Because He came, we can experience hope - no matter our circumstances.   A relationship with Him gives us hope for today . . . for all our tomorrows . . . for eternity.

I hope that each of you hears the  beautiful, life-giving whispers of Hope during this Christmas season.  And may we all share His hope with the hurting world around us.

Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone 

Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice,

Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

~Lyrics - Whispering Hope~

Love Came

Love came down
all the way
D
O
W

N

to the muck and mire and messiness

right where we were . . .

 and forever changed history.

And He still comes

to where we are

no matter how messy

or how deep we're stuck in the muck and mire . . .

and His coming

forever changes our lives.

~gt~

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.

Circle That!

A circle
reminds me of
 days when I go round and round
and accomplish little.

A circle
reminds me of
my family
and the love we share.

A circle
reminds me of
lines that are drawn
leaving some on the outside.


A circle
reminds me of
God's love -
never-ending, all-inclusive.

You can circle that in red.
He did.

Thanksgiving Roses

Praise the Lord; praise the Lord.

Let the earth hear His voice.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord; let the people rejoice!

O come to the Father thro' Jesus the Son,

 And give Him the glory -

GREAT THINGS HE HATH DONE.

~ Words to hymn written by Fanny Crosby ~

~ Roses - blooming now in my yard ~

November Reflections

Psalm 103:1-5

(NIV)

   

Praise the LORD, my soul;    
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
² Praise the LORD, my soul,
   and forget not all his benefits—
³ who forgives all your sins
   and heals all your diseases,
⁴ who redeems your life from the pit
   and crowns you with love and compassion,
⁵ who satisfies your desires with good things
   so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. 

As Thanksgiving approaches, these verses have come to mind several times.  I am so, so grateful for all his benefits: forgiveness, healing, redemption, love, compassion, good things . . . . . but . . . I'm not so sure I get the part about my youth being renewed like an eagle's!

And then He reminds me of so many occasions during the past two weeks when I knew those words to be true!  You see, I have been able to spend time with each of our four grandchildren, and if you're a grandparent, you know exactly what I mean!  There's just something about being with children and teens that brings out the kid in me - and you, too, I'm sure.  Inhibitions are lost -- to a safe and somewhat-sane degree -- and it's so easy to laugh, be silly, sing, play crazy games, dance, dream . . . . . And then my not-so-young body reminds me that I can't keep up with the grands for very long.  But for those priceless moments my youth is renewed like an eagles. . . and memories are made that last a lifetime, even as birthdays just keep rolling by.

And I am thankful.

Resting Place

If I forget, yet God remembers.
If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,
yet the hands divine hold me so firmly
I cannot fall.
And if sometimes I am too tired to call for Him to help me,
then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart
and lifts my care.
~Robert Browning~ 

Click on pic to enlarge.

Slow Traffic Ahead!

                        

Narrow roads, blind curves, 

Speed limit 5 mph -

Sounds like our journey through life sometimes.

We need a Guide who has gone before us.

We need Jesus.

Gentle Shepherd, come and lead us,

For we need you to help us find our way.

~Gaither~

Spectacular Beauty

The older I get, the more I am in awe of God's spectacular creation! Words don't exist to describe the beauty He has created. For a few days, John David and I enjoyed a minute part of His beautiful world, and of course, I took hundreds of pics. I'll share just a few of my favorites today.

The snow pics are in the Smoky Mountains near Clingman's Dome, the highest point in Tennessee.

 

North Carolina

Northern Georgia

On the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina

Near Cherokee, North Carolina

Cades Cove - Tennessee

Near Cades Cove

Roaring Forks Falls near Gatlinburg

One of my favorite photos . . . in Cades Cove after a rain.  I couldn't get my camera aimed fast enough when we drove upon this scene . . . turkeys and deer crossing the road at the same time!

Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.

Praise ye the Lord.

Psalm 150:1

Autumn Flower

 

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

~Albert Camus~

This beautiful "flower" floated in the breeze and landed and stuck on our windshield on a rainy day this past week.  I took the pic from inside the car, but it looks as if the leaf is suspended in the air.

Flower Power

First bloom of the season -

Late but worth waiting for.

A gentle reminder of a special brother

Who took the time to root clippings for us.

He's been gone from us six years now,

But today he seems near.

A lone beautiful flower facing my window

Can say so much.

All lined up -

arranged by size -

in a neat, predictable row.

Life is not like that.

Our days that we so carefully plan

are rearranged in the blink of an eye.

Knowing that, it pays to be flexible.
And it pays to remember that in life there is a constant:
Our Heavenly Father is in control and He is not affected by change.


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Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee.
Thou changest not; Thy compassions they fail not.
As Thou hast been Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness;
Great is Thy faithfulness.
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.
~ lyrics by Thomas O. Chisholm~

Secret Place

There is a secret place

where I'm overtaken by grace . . .

I heard these words for the first time this week as I listened to XM Enlighten radio.  Then I was so blessed as I watched this video by the Browders:

http://youtu.be/zWKEpHgJCXk

Hope it touches you, too!

Overtaken by grace . . . love those words!

Late Bloomer

Late bloomer -

no less beautiful

no less admired

  no less a rose.

The sun was sinking low in the west

as I walked the trail near the house.

Bursting through the thick growth of trees,

its rays painted their golden hues across my path.

Light transformed the ordinary 4-wheeler trail -

with its dead limbs and leaves amidst the greenery -

into a place of shining beauty.

I'm thinking a greater Light - 

The Light of the World -

whose golden rays of love

burst through the darkness and the deadness

and the ordinary-ness of our lives,

bringing beauty

and lighting our paths.

The Creator of Light Himself

bringing light into my life!

It's an incredible gift!

It's a life-giving gift

that just keeps 

giving

and 

giving.

Lord, help me never take your light for granted.

Help me to walk in it and live in it. I realize it's my choice.

I can't think of a better place to be -

close to You,

basking in the warmth of your love.

 But your light is not to be kept to myself,
  so help me to share it in our world 
that seems to be growing darker and darker.

Amen.

Focus

Perspective makes all the difference . . . 

and often needs a reality check.

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With eternity's values in view, Lord;

With eternity's values in view -

May I do each day's work for Jesus

With eternity's values in view.

~Lyrics by Al Smith~



(Click on pic to enlarge.)

Just a drop . . .

Just a drop  . . . 

brings beauty

refreshes

reflects the sun's light.

Just a drop of love and kindness . . .

brings sunshine

encouragement

reflects the Son's light.

Just a drop . . . 

a smile

a pat on the back

"Can I help you?"

a note

a call

a prayer

a hand to hold

a shoulder to lean on -

just little things

that mean so much.

Maybe a drop or two

of His blood would have been enough.

But He gave all.

He gave every drop

 for me

for you.

Show me, Lord, where I need to sprinkle your love.  

Open my eyes to the opportunities and needs around me.

Help me to "drip Jesus."

Amen.

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Note:  One pastor I know, Pastor M. Perkins, closes his written messages with those words:  Drip Jesus - thus the quotation marks.

Always faithful . . .

(click on pic to enlarge)

Though the lake level is extremely low,

and the heat and drought have broken records day after day,

the sun in all its glory rises and sets

day in and day out.

Always faithful, it never fails.

Above the slowly receding lake,

the sun in all its splendor shines,

adding breath-taking beauty to an otherwise depressing sight.

I can focus on the dead trees rising out of the lake,

or I can enjoy the majesty of the sunset.

No matter how low we may feel

or how scorching the situations that threaten to shrivel our souls,

the Son shines

in all His glory

day in and day out.

Always faithful, He never fails.

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Turn your eyes upon Jesus;

Look full in His wonderful face.

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim

In the light of His glory and grace.

~Lyrics by Helen Lemmel and Ken Bible~

Inside Job

I thought it was dead.  

Completely destroyed by the record-breaking heat and drought.

That's what I thought.

That's the way it looked.

But who am I to judge any of God's creations -

   a bush . . . circumstances . . . a person?

He is the master of "inside jobs" -

creating hope and newness,

giving life,

even when we can't see it.

Even when we've given up.

He is not willing that any perish.

That's what I think.

That's what I know.

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In His time, in His time;

He makes all things beautiful 

In His time.

~Lyrics by Diane Ball~

Share the Trail

(Click on pic to enlarge.)

Share the trail.

Walk slowly.

Stop along the way.

Enjoy the scenery.

Learn from each other.

Savor the moments.

Trails diverge.

Time moves on.

 Memories last a lifetime.

(Pic - John David and grandson Aiden 9-10-11)