This life I would not change. Not one solitary thing. It has been a life of dreams come true, tears and long trials, beauty unknown by most, and untold tragedy. It has created who I am today. All from the hands of sovereign God. Change this life? Not a chance.
I have been given gifts by my Creator. I am going to use them. How? He will show me.
I love my church—by that, I mean the people. I feel accepted, loved, and appreciated. They readily admit they don’t have it all together, but they know the One who does. They have helped me heal, grow, and have healthy relationships. I am so grateful to have them in my life.
Untie the boat from the dock…..
Caught a glimpse of your splendor in the corner of my eye, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And it was like a flash of lightning reflected off the sky, and I know that I’ll never be the same.
- Songwriters: Samuel Tai Anderson, Bradley B C Avery, Carey Marcus Byrd, David Carr, Mark D Lee, Johnny Mac Powell
It’s been said it is not a matter of if but a matter of when trials and troubles will come your way in this life. This is true for every person. I don’t know a single person who hasn’t had trouble in this life. When troubles come my way and life gets hard, I lean on Jesus. He is my only hope. I don’t remember what my life was like without Him. How did I even get through the day? I relied on my own strength which was never enough. Life was a series of events and when things were going right, then I was happy; if they weren’t, I was miserable, waiting for the next good thing to happen to change my mood. Now when life gets hard, I find my hope in Him. I know that there will come a day when all things will be made right and there will be no more tears. I rest in that and look forward with anticipation, which makes every day now that much more beautiful.
There are days when I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.– Edward Mote
I love the morning. The sounds of the house creaking as the furnace comes on, and Stanley, our cat, yawning and stretching to get attention. This is my favorite time of the day. As I was reading this morning, I came across a prayer that Dr. John Maxwell shared with friends at a recent birthday party. It reads: “Lord, as I grow older I think I want to be known as…thoughtful rather than gifted, loving vs. quick or bright, gentle versus powerful, a listener more than a great communicator, available rather than a hard worker, sacrificial instead of successful, reliable not famous, content more than driven, self-controlled rather than exciting, generous instead of rich, compassionate more than competent.”
I know. In a success-driven society, this seems like foolishness. My prayer this morning is that I become such a fool as this.
I’m reading a book titled The Invisible Wall by Harry Bernstein. It’s memoir of Harry’s boyhood in England. It tells how he lived on a street in a town north of Lancashire where the street was divided by an invisible wall, Christians on one side, Jewish on the other. It tells of childhood survival during those times and of a devoted mother who loved her family fiercely and of Harry’s devotion to her. Simply put, it is a love story.
This is Harry’s first book. He is 96-years-old.