Irreeplacable
I am irreplaceable in
The eyes of the living God, the one true God
My Daddy in Heaven believes in me, is rooting
For me, waiting for me, waiting for me---at
The finish line, here I come! Arms open wide, a grin
Ear to ear, saying “Come on, come on daughter” “YOu can do it!”
He blots out transgressions out of His mind, remembers
Them no more---erased from all that is known---
Does not only blot out but erases and makes whole again---
He is irreplaceable---
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Light for the way...
God loves you---
Truly, deeply, always!
There is nothing that can
change His love for you!
Holley Gerth---
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"I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you"
Gen 28:13-15
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God works patiently to complete His plans for me (you...fill in your name)
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God wants every person to have a personal encounter with Him
Truly, deeply, always!
There is nothing that can
change His love for you!
Holley Gerth---
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"I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you"
Gen 28:13-15
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God works patiently to complete His plans for me (you...fill in your name)
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God wants every person to have a personal encounter with Him
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Relationships
Relationships take time. Time requires an investment. Investment requires giving of self. Giving of self requires transparency and vulneralbility. Transparency and vulnerability require trust. Trust must be the foundation of a relationship. The beauty of that is that when all those things are place, the return is priceless. Developing a relationship has to be intentional---you will reap what you sow.
I once heard that the ulitmate torture for human beings is to isolate them. We were created to be in realtionship---both with our Maker and fellow man. It makes sense to me. I have found myself to some degree experiencing that very isolation. For the most part, I am homebound, left to drive my family absolutely crazy...aahhhh do I do that?? ;) I have realized how much my friends/family that I am apart from mean to me, and the deep sense of loss I feel. Its one of the unknowns in the" land of chronic illness" for lack of a better term, which feels more like a desolate wasteland, far removed from society. It causes me to think about those in biblical times those who had leprosy as they watched from afar all that was going on in the city beyond...watching life go on as it should be....just as I watch people go to work, school, shopping, appts. Following their dreams( as they very well should be and with me cheering on the sidelines) going about the life God intended. What I struggle with so much is that feeling of life going on without me, a feeling of loss that I am missing out on" life"---almost as if while I watch on the sidelines, not only is the game going on without me, doing well without me, but more importantly I dont even get to play in the game---not even for a short time. I must try to remind myself that my walk with God and where He is sending me is on a much different path...one that I dont want to go on, but must submit my will for His remembering that His plan is for good. It feels like anything but good. We know that just because something doesnt "feel" good it wont be "good" in the end. Thats where we must simply trust the God that spoke life into creation and all that is with alive. The God who created things like laughter, and sea anenomes and stars. Trust without faith is not trust and faith with out trust is not faith at all. Either God is who He says He is, and has done what Ive confessed Him to have done or not. The same God that sent His Son to die for me was not done in vain. In the absence of that, my suffering would be in vain, and that would be torture to an unknown magnitude that I dont even want to think about.
I once heard that the ulitmate torture for human beings is to isolate them. We were created to be in realtionship---both with our Maker and fellow man. It makes sense to me. I have found myself to some degree experiencing that very isolation. For the most part, I am homebound, left to drive my family absolutely crazy...aahhhh do I do that?? ;) I have realized how much my friends/family that I am apart from mean to me, and the deep sense of loss I feel. Its one of the unknowns in the" land of chronic illness" for lack of a better term, which feels more like a desolate wasteland, far removed from society. It causes me to think about those in biblical times those who had leprosy as they watched from afar all that was going on in the city beyond...watching life go on as it should be....just as I watch people go to work, school, shopping, appts. Following their dreams( as they very well should be and with me cheering on the sidelines) going about the life God intended. What I struggle with so much is that feeling of life going on without me, a feeling of loss that I am missing out on" life"---almost as if while I watch on the sidelines, not only is the game going on without me, doing well without me, but more importantly I dont even get to play in the game---not even for a short time. I must try to remind myself that my walk with God and where He is sending me is on a much different path...one that I dont want to go on, but must submit my will for His remembering that His plan is for good. It feels like anything but good. We know that just because something doesnt "feel" good it wont be "good" in the end. Thats where we must simply trust the God that spoke life into creation and all that is with alive. The God who created things like laughter, and sea anenomes and stars. Trust without faith is not trust and faith with out trust is not faith at all. Either God is who He says He is, and has done what Ive confessed Him to have done or not. The same God that sent His Son to die for me was not done in vain. In the absence of that, my suffering would be in vain, and that would be torture to an unknown magnitude that I dont even want to think about.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Hope
"As Jesus was walking along, He saw a man who had been blind from birth. "Teacher," His disciples asked Him, "Why was this man born blind? Was ita result of his own sin or thoseof his parents?" "It was not because of his sins or His parent's sins," Jesus answered. "He was born blind so the power of God could be seen in him"----John 9:1-3
I read this passage in my devotional, Hope by Nancy Guthrie and it got me questioing why were the men asking the reason why this man was suffering...did it really matter? Didnt it occur to them that no matter the reason this man was suffering, wasnt there anything they could do to help? COuldnt they offer prayer, some kind of help whatever that may be, offer him financial help since he probably couldnt work because of his affliction....something, there could have been something that would show the mercy of God to the man but seen from the eyes of the people probably standing around or by the sharing of this man that being humble and helping the needy is something we should offer any time we come across someone like that??? Not judge them and have pity, but empathize...there is a huge difference, although some get it mixed up.
As I pondered this, it struck me as odd...how I have had that same thing come up in my own life in manny different aspects, but I wonder...is it possible the men wanted to deter to a analyticla point of view because in fact to see someone suffer, especially when it seems inhumane or unfair that it made them feel uncomfortable???Could that be it? Is it possible it was because of something as simple yet complex of a reason??? Or maybe, just maybe it put them in touch with feeling vulnerable....that is questioning themselves...what would I do if in that same situation?? It causes one to in fact put themselves in the realm of things like this can happen to everyone, in any form it doesnt have to be blindness but anything great or small, which is another subject I shall delve into...why do people measure "problems" that is to say something they are going thru is more or less that someone elses. Why is that...anyone have any ideas? Id like to know, it has happened to me a time or two...or three or four :)
So I ask this of you ....what will you do the next time you see someone suffering in front of you ...will you judge them as to why they are going thru such a thing...will you prevent yourself from being vulnerable...even as so much to say a kind word, or offer comfort in the words such as "I dont know how you do it, I couldnt do it" anything just anything. I try to always remember that myself. But I do admit, some times seeing someone suffer causes me to question my own humanity, my own possiblity that it could be me in that persons shoes, without the eyes ot see the mountains, my kids as they grow up, my friends as we talk face to face, for I would feel as I am missing out on so much. So as I close, think about this, will you allow yourself to thank God for what you do have, Thank him you dont have to go thru what that person is...can you imagine how this man felt being blind from birth?? So much to think about, today, tomorrow, the next and so on. Will you offer a kind word, works and worry more about the person than your being uncomfortable. Thank you Lord for this day you have made. Amen.
I read this passage in my devotional, Hope by Nancy Guthrie and it got me questioing why were the men asking the reason why this man was suffering...did it really matter? Didnt it occur to them that no matter the reason this man was suffering, wasnt there anything they could do to help? COuldnt they offer prayer, some kind of help whatever that may be, offer him financial help since he probably couldnt work because of his affliction....something, there could have been something that would show the mercy of God to the man but seen from the eyes of the people probably standing around or by the sharing of this man that being humble and helping the needy is something we should offer any time we come across someone like that??? Not judge them and have pity, but empathize...there is a huge difference, although some get it mixed up.
As I pondered this, it struck me as odd...how I have had that same thing come up in my own life in manny different aspects, but I wonder...is it possible the men wanted to deter to a analyticla point of view because in fact to see someone suffer, especially when it seems inhumane or unfair that it made them feel uncomfortable???Could that be it? Is it possible it was because of something as simple yet complex of a reason??? Or maybe, just maybe it put them in touch with feeling vulnerable....that is questioning themselves...what would I do if in that same situation?? It causes one to in fact put themselves in the realm of things like this can happen to everyone, in any form it doesnt have to be blindness but anything great or small, which is another subject I shall delve into...why do people measure "problems" that is to say something they are going thru is more or less that someone elses. Why is that...anyone have any ideas? Id like to know, it has happened to me a time or two...or three or four :)
So I ask this of you ....what will you do the next time you see someone suffering in front of you ...will you judge them as to why they are going thru such a thing...will you prevent yourself from being vulnerable...even as so much to say a kind word, or offer comfort in the words such as "I dont know how you do it, I couldnt do it" anything just anything. I try to always remember that myself. But I do admit, some times seeing someone suffer causes me to question my own humanity, my own possiblity that it could be me in that persons shoes, without the eyes ot see the mountains, my kids as they grow up, my friends as we talk face to face, for I would feel as I am missing out on so much. So as I close, think about this, will you allow yourself to thank God for what you do have, Thank him you dont have to go thru what that person is...can you imagine how this man felt being blind from birth?? So much to think about, today, tomorrow, the next and so on. Will you offer a kind word, works and worry more about the person than your being uncomfortable. Thank you Lord for this day you have made. Amen.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Bag of Rocks
How heavy is your bag of rocks?
My bag, comes with me to and fro--
slung over my back causing me slow.
Filled with life- both 'good' and 'bad'
Griefs and sorrows---blessings I've had
My Father in Heavem, who gave me life
My Creator patterned---wove beauty with strife
Knitted and formed, just like me
A plan and a purpose set out to free---
A mission of love---holy and sacred
Woos His love, wants us wed
I become His, He becomes mine---
The plan unfolded, it just takes time.
My bag, comes with me to and fro--
slung over my back causing me slow.
Filled with life- both 'good' and 'bad'
Griefs and sorrows---blessings I've had
My Father in Heavem, who gave me life
My Creator patterned---wove beauty with strife
Knitted and formed, just like me
A plan and a purpose set out to free---
A mission of love---holy and sacred
Woos His love, wants us wed
I become His, He becomes mine---
The plan unfolded, it just takes time.
Crazy Love
Crazy love of a baby,
who grows into a man,
evolving into a Savior,
filled with a plan---
A rescue mission--a plan to steal my heart; when I want to be known, I come to You.
Crazy love, drawn to You, the I AM, the only One,
You seek me, whisper my name, You have sought me from day one--loved, planned, its crazy ---but its what Ive longed for a needed.
Father to daughter--relationship like no other, a little girl conceived with a plan already in mind---more than she could ever dream of or know---
This is what shes dreamed all those sleepless nights---a hole made whole---filled with overflowing crazy love---
Peace, comfort like no other can give.
You are love, love is You, I am wrapped in that love, wrapped by Your loving arms with the sweet song of comfort playing in the background---until the day I day, that crazy love shall continue, one day I shall no it into fullness--emptiness into fullness...crazy love spilled over.
Amen.
who grows into a man,
evolving into a Savior,
filled with a plan---
A rescue mission--a plan to steal my heart; when I want to be known, I come to You.
Crazy love, drawn to You, the I AM, the only One,
You seek me, whisper my name, You have sought me from day one--loved, planned, its crazy ---but its what Ive longed for a needed.
Father to daughter--relationship like no other, a little girl conceived with a plan already in mind---more than she could ever dream of or know---
This is what shes dreamed all those sleepless nights---a hole made whole---filled with overflowing crazy love---
Peace, comfort like no other can give.
You are love, love is You, I am wrapped in that love, wrapped by Your loving arms with the sweet song of comfort playing in the background---until the day I day, that crazy love shall continue, one day I shall no it into fullness--emptiness into fullness...crazy love spilled over.
Amen.
A Day to Remember...or will I?
Well today is the day, a day my husband has been waiting all year for, yearning, longing, dreaming, counting down the days to...no its not our anniversary, you know the fact that I have given him 20 years, 3 fantaboulous (if I do say so myself, and I do) ...kids who are quick to do their chores, always eat their vegetables and beg me to read them bible stories around the fire every night (we dont have a fireplace). I have cooked, cleaned, had to bear with his ever so sweet bodily sounds that is music to a womans ears(who needs romance right, ladies??) not the fact that I have listened to his bad jokes, nursed him back to health when hes been near death with a cold, given up my "girly" shows for sports or blood and guts movies..etc etc...and yet this is not what my hubby has been talking about for days on end, but it is in fact the day of the Superbowl...yes the overrated, boorish, lame Superbowl (ooppss, did I say that??) So here I sit, again talking to you while I listen to the shouts of "WWWHHHOOOOOO!!!! and YEAH!!!!! and all the jargon that goes with a simple football game, at least that is my humble opinion, and since this is my blog, I shall share my opinion...and whoever reads this has to listen...even if no one reads this, I will read the blog myself and cry over the fact that I could go this very moment wearing nothing but a bowl of dip in my lap and two corn chips covering the other parts of my body that on any wife is a dream for her husband to sneak a peek at, and he still would only say "Honey can you move over , I cant see the game" what am I chopped liver??? And so it is this day that I am longing for it to be over, for isnt there more meaningful things to be doing with his time, like fighting world hunger, or shaving or maybe clean a toilet? I mean come on people, we are talking life or death matters here, there are germs to be fought! hair to be sucked the drain and such and such, you know what I mean? SO tonight when I lay my pretty little head down to fall off to dreamland, I shall say my prayers, including thanking God that for at least now, the Superbowl is at that time over, and as far as my husband is concerned only 364 days to go for the next...gee I can hardly wait. Maybe next year instead of chips and dip I can try cheesecake and cheez whiz, any ideas ladies???? Toodles XOXOX Im off to eat chips and dip (at least that is one decent thing about today, I can eat and eat till Im fat)
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