me: You are my Hiding Place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with Songs of Deliverance. Selah. #Psalms 32:7
Heavenly Father: I will instruct you & teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My Eye. #Psalms 32:8
me: I will say of the Lord, 'He is my Refuge & my Fortress; my God , in Him will I trust.' #Psalms 91:2
Heavenly Father: He who dwells in the Secret Place of the Most High shall abide in the Shadow of the Almighty. #Psalms 91:1
me: It is good to give thanks to the Lord, & to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High; To declare Your Loving-Kindness in the morning, & Your Faithfulness every night. #Psalms 92:1-2
Heavenly Father: Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on High, because he has known My Name. He shall call on Me & I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him & honor him. #Psalms 91:14-15
me: The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods have lifted up their waves. The Lord on High is mightier than the noise of many waters, than the mighty waves of the sea. #Psalms 93:3-4 Unless the Lord had been my Help, my soul would have settled in silence. If I say, 'my foot slips,' Your Mercy, O Lord, will hold me up. In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your Comforts delight my soul. #Psalms 94:17-19
Heavenly Father: My Eyes shall be on the faithful of the land, that they may will dwell with Me; he who walks in a perfect way, he shall serve Me. #Psalms 101:6
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Winter Morn …
I am bit peculiar about color. It is deep rooted in how it makes me feel. I like to wear or surround myself with colors that are clean like white. I like royal colors like purples and berry reds. I like blues like the deep calm expressive cornflower blue that comes to ours skies in October. These colors fill me with warmth, strength, and joy. However, my house needs total overhaul when it comes to color.
It has been a long road to make this happen. I got my craftcave white and bright from the leftover paint. Bring on the creativity!! I got the tall walls in the library draped in Blue Cloud. It feels deep and inspiring. More daydreaming, writing, and reading ahead. I got the master bedroom robbed in a rich dusty purple. Feels like a jewel box with accents of the deep wood and silver. That was what I could do last year.
A new year and with the cans of white paint waiting, it is time to tackle the dirty drab beige walls that make up the main living space. I've been working it slowly each Saturday and I am amazed at the transformation. I now can sit back and take in the beautiful Winter Morn white walls in the living and dining rooms. I takes my breath away. I even was able to move my patriotic and cobalt dishes into my hutch! What a delight to see the reds, the blues, and the whites come together.
After a hard year and starting a fresh one, it is nice to have a fresh colorful start but not forgetting lessons learned in the dark.
A blessed remembrance is that a long time ago my Heavenly Father painted the drab beige walls of my heart this brilliant white. What a gift salvation is. When darkness comes and I can't see the white walls, I need to get into the lap of my Heavenly Father and let Him sing over me reminding me that His Plans are better. His Red washes making dirty hearts Whiter than snow and His Peace is restful blue.
"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His Wonderful Light. "
~1 Peter 2:9
It has been a long road to make this happen. I got my craftcave white and bright from the leftover paint. Bring on the creativity!! I got the tall walls in the library draped in Blue Cloud. It feels deep and inspiring. More daydreaming, writing, and reading ahead. I got the master bedroom robbed in a rich dusty purple. Feels like a jewel box with accents of the deep wood and silver. That was what I could do last year.
A new year and with the cans of white paint waiting, it is time to tackle the dirty drab beige walls that make up the main living space. I've been working it slowly each Saturday and I am amazed at the transformation. I now can sit back and take in the beautiful Winter Morn white walls in the living and dining rooms. I takes my breath away. I even was able to move my patriotic and cobalt dishes into my hutch! What a delight to see the reds, the blues, and the whites come together.
After a hard year and starting a fresh one, it is nice to have a fresh colorful start but not forgetting lessons learned in the dark.
A blessed remembrance is that a long time ago my Heavenly Father painted the drab beige walls of my heart this brilliant white. What a gift salvation is. When darkness comes and I can't see the white walls, I need to get into the lap of my Heavenly Father and let Him sing over me reminding me that His Plans are better. His Red washes making dirty hearts Whiter than snow and His Peace is restful blue.
"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His Wonderful Light. "
~1 Peter 2:9
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
expectant, patient, contented…
I must tell you about why my beloved Andy holds a special place in my heart. He's a furry toy fox terrier and a brother to Bobby. Even though he is three times smaller than his cousin Tink, he is the alpha dog. It is his house rules and they must be followed. I get it. I'm a first born. Rules are good to keep things in an orderly pattern and smooth. I've had to learn not to inflect rules over others but I still can use rules and patterns in my work and life.
Toy fox terriers are animated nervous excitable enjoyable furry pups. They shake when they excited. They shake when they are nervous. They shake when they are cold. Andy and Bobby shake. I understand this. I can get cold quite quickly and when I get nervous, I get a bit shakeable.
Toy fox terriers like their food, treats, and especially their cookies. They know how to tell time. They know their humans' patterns and know how to use it get their treats. Bobby and Tink exploit all the time. Andy enjoyed the treats but wouldn't use this tactic. He's expectant and look at you with those expressive eyes that makes you melt. Bobby and Tink have small window of contentment. When their bellies are full and they are getting human time, they are content only until they think their tummies are touching their backbones! Andy wasn't this way. He loved his treats and his food but he knew that we would give him food and love. He was expectant but always content and patient with us. Because of this very trait being his master was our honor.
So shouldn't we be more like that with our Heavenly Father and Master? Shouldn't we be expectant of His Goodness, patient with His Timing, and content with His Presence? What an honor for our King! Enjoyable. What a precious lesson from my beloved and enjoyable little Andy.
Toy fox terriers are animated nervous excitable enjoyable furry pups. They shake when they excited. They shake when they are nervous. They shake when they are cold. Andy and Bobby shake. I understand this. I can get cold quite quickly and when I get nervous, I get a bit shakeable.
Toy fox terriers like their food, treats, and especially their cookies. They know how to tell time. They know their humans' patterns and know how to use it get their treats. Bobby and Tink exploit all the time. Andy enjoyed the treats but wouldn't use this tactic. He's expectant and look at you with those expressive eyes that makes you melt. Bobby and Tink have small window of contentment. When their bellies are full and they are getting human time, they are content only until they think their tummies are touching their backbones! Andy wasn't this way. He loved his treats and his food but he knew that we would give him food and love. He was expectant but always content and patient with us. Because of this very trait being his master was our honor.
So shouldn't we be more like that with our Heavenly Father and Master? Shouldn't we be expectant of His Goodness, patient with His Timing, and content with His Presence? What an honor for our King! Enjoyable. What a precious lesson from my beloved and enjoyable little Andy.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
what to keep…
I have been feeling small this week. It's the little things like sensing mom is either upset with me or she isn't back to her chipper self after being sick. It's having those who are more loud being very vocal on their opinions about certain controversial things found in the Bible that are decisive and point away from His Holy Word. This isn't how I wanted to start 2013.
I am small. I am quiet. I am obstinate yet I abhor conflict. I'll end up fading instead of speaking out. She feels it is of God in her stand as do I where I stand. I don't know how to pray. I don't think it right to ask for God's assurance that I am right and she is wrong. I do have to make my path as true to His Word as I can.
I do believe I'm done with this girl's Bible study. I do better studying on my own and under sound male Bible teachers like ones on radio where I don't have to worry about the rest of the class and especially women cackle.
I did find some encouragement to pray:
my Dear Heavenly Father,
"Keep me as the apple of your eye; Hide me in the shadow of your wings…" (Psalms 17:8). I don't want to lose my passion or desire for You. I have treasured the JOY You give and can't go on without it. Keep me…. Please keep me…
I am small. I am quiet. I am obstinate yet I abhor conflict. I'll end up fading instead of speaking out. She feels it is of God in her stand as do I where I stand. I don't know how to pray. I don't think it right to ask for God's assurance that I am right and she is wrong. I do have to make my path as true to His Word as I can.
I do believe I'm done with this girl's Bible study. I do better studying on my own and under sound male Bible teachers like ones on radio where I don't have to worry about the rest of the class and especially women cackle.
I did find some encouragement to pray:
my Dear Heavenly Father,
"Keep me as the apple of your eye; Hide me in the shadow of your wings…" (Psalms 17:8). I don't want to lose my passion or desire for You. I have treasured the JOY You give and can't go on without it. Keep me…. Please keep me…
Friday, January 11, 2013
standing on the promises
Having been raised on hymns, you to tend to remember the first stanzas and the other lines tend to be a bit fuzzy. I love this hymn and want to focus on the second line because it's so encouraging in these times. His Promises are ever true and safe.
2. Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.
Chorus:
Stand - - - ing, stand - - - ing,
(Standing on the promises, Standing on the promises,)
Standing on the promises of God my Savior;
Stand - - - ing, stand - - - ing,
(Standing on the promises, Standing on the promises,)
I'm Standing on the promises of God.
2. Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.
Chorus:
Stand - - - ing, stand - - - ing,
(Standing on the promises, Standing on the promises,)
Standing on the promises of God my Savior;
Stand - - - ing, stand - - - ing,
(Standing on the promises, Standing on the promises,)
I'm Standing on the promises of God.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
scattering and gathering …
2012 has been an extremely rough year for me. I don't think I'm exaggerating to say it has been the worst so far. I've had hard times, loss and deaths before and I don't want to diminish the labor or the lessons learned, but this year it has been unrelenting with the battering. Some think this will be the norm as the earth's time winds down.
I began the year with the prospect of buying a home. I was very scared and tried to reframe it as a feast. Just take one bite at a time and try not to let it frighten little me. All feasting daydreams vanished as the huge frozen turkey landed on my foot and the each month since has been like wading through a dark bog.
Upon reflection this year indeed was about feasting and taking one bite after another! No it wasn't enjoyable feasting but rather about the daunting task of eating, chewing, & swallowing a feast of tough pork chops. It was a feast of the unknown and allowing God to have His Way with me.
After trying to process and working to de-stress and begin anew, I realized that I had gathered all the negatives together and they over powered me. Shame on me! On comes the hazmat suit to scatter these sticks of dynamite away from each other and to defuse each separately and then gather the good together.
When I started doing so the unknown isn't holding up in the face that God keeps being Present in my life. I like that a lot! The smile is a lot easier but it has not been easy to stay on top. I'm having to stare defiantly in the face of the unknown and see that God was always there and He provided all the way.
So 2013 may come at me again hitting and striking. Time to hit back with good treasure.
I began the year with the prospect of buying a home. I was very scared and tried to reframe it as a feast. Just take one bite at a time and try not to let it frighten little me. All feasting daydreams vanished as the huge frozen turkey landed on my foot and the each month since has been like wading through a dark bog.
Upon reflection this year indeed was about feasting and taking one bite after another! No it wasn't enjoyable feasting but rather about the daunting task of eating, chewing, & swallowing a feast of tough pork chops. It was a feast of the unknown and allowing God to have His Way with me.
After trying to process and working to de-stress and begin anew, I realized that I had gathered all the negatives together and they over powered me. Shame on me! On comes the hazmat suit to scatter these sticks of dynamite away from each other and to defuse each separately and then gather the good together.
When I started doing so the unknown isn't holding up in the face that God keeps being Present in my life. I like that a lot! The smile is a lot easier but it has not been easy to stay on top. I'm having to stare defiantly in the face of the unknown and see that God was always there and He provided all the way.
So 2013 may come at me again hitting and striking. Time to hit back with good treasure.
Monday, January 07, 2013
crying on a suitcase…
Boy, don’t wait, don’t think, don’t lock the door behind you
Run and jump into your truck and hit the gas
Burn some rubber up
Yeah, your time’s running out, do it now
Take a shortcut, take a back road, take the shoulder to the exit
Skip the parking, screw the ticket, hit the curb and leave it sitting
Whatever it takes, you gotta get to that gate
She’s crying on a suitcase, sitting at the airport
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
Admit it boy, you blew it, really messed it up
You can make excuses if you really wanna lose her
It’s all on the line, do or die time, getting on your knees time
Tell her that you want her, need her, love her, gotta have her
Everything good in your life begins and ends with her
Lose your pride while you can, come on, man, be a man
She’s crying on a suitcase, sitting at the airport
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
She’s crying on a suitcase
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time, you've still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
Waiting on the airplane
She’ll fade into a goodbye sky
Writer:
Shapiro, Tom C / Thrasher, Neil / Miller, Lee
Sung by Casey James
Run and jump into your truck and hit the gas
Burn some rubber up
Yeah, your time’s running out, do it now
Take a shortcut, take a back road, take the shoulder to the exit
Skip the parking, screw the ticket, hit the curb and leave it sitting
Whatever it takes, you gotta get to that gate
She’s crying on a suitcase, sitting at the airport
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
Admit it boy, you blew it, really messed it up
You can make excuses if you really wanna lose her
It’s all on the line, do or die time, getting on your knees time
Tell her that you want her, need her, love her, gotta have her
Everything good in your life begins and ends with her
Lose your pride while you can, come on, man, be a man
She’s crying on a suitcase, sitting at the airport
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
She’s crying on a suitcase
Waiting on the airplane ‘bout to take her out of here
They’re gonna call her number, she’ll sit down by the window
The plane’ll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky
You’ve gotta run while you’ve still got time, you've still got time
She’s crying on a suitcase
Waiting on the airplane
She’ll fade into a goodbye sky
Writer:
Shapiro, Tom C / Thrasher, Neil / Miller, Lee
Sung by Casey James
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Every Storm …
I saw you standing in the middle of the thunder and lightning
I know you're feeling like you just can't win, but you're trying
It's hard to keep on keepin' on, when you're being pushed around
Don't even know which way is up, you just keep spinning down, 'round, down
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
So hold your head up and tell yourself that there's something more
And walk out that door
Go find a new rose, don't be afraid of the thorns
'Cause we all have thorns
Just put your feet up to the edge, put your face in the wind
And when you fall back down, keep on rememberin'
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
It's gonna run out of pain
It's gonna run out of sting
It's gonna leave you alone
It's gonna set you free
Set you free
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
It's gonna set you free,
It's gonna run out of pain,
It's gonna set you free
Writer:
Warren, Joseph Matthew / Allan, Gary / Lindsey, Hillary Lee
Copyright:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics powered by LyricFind
My first 2013 song and it is a good one indeed. My God promises a new mercies for each morning. These storm clouds have been heavy and unrelenting upon my soul but a New Day cometh for me and I can rest in that. While I wait for that New Day, you might find me singing this country tune loudly with the volume up so that my heart and soul hear it and exhale!"
I know you're feeling like you just can't win, but you're trying
It's hard to keep on keepin' on, when you're being pushed around
Don't even know which way is up, you just keep spinning down, 'round, down
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
So hold your head up and tell yourself that there's something more
And walk out that door
Go find a new rose, don't be afraid of the thorns
'Cause we all have thorns
Just put your feet up to the edge, put your face in the wind
And when you fall back down, keep on rememberin'
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
It's gonna run out of pain
It's gonna run out of sting
It's gonna leave you alone
It's gonna set you free
Set you free
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain
It's gonna set you free,
It's gonna run out of pain,
It's gonna set you free
Writer:
Warren, Joseph Matthew / Allan, Gary / Lindsey, Hillary Lee
Copyright:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics powered by LyricFind
My first 2013 song and it is a good one indeed. My God promises a new mercies for each morning. These storm clouds have been heavy and unrelenting upon my soul but a New Day cometh for me and I can rest in that. While I wait for that New Day, you might find me singing this country tune loudly with the volume up so that my heart and soul hear it and exhale!"
Thursday, January 03, 2013
broken…
I heard this song for the first time on BBNRadio. org and I had to find the words and share with you:
The Healer Of Broken Hearts:
He’s The Healer of broken hearts. He’ll mend your shattered dreams.
He’ll pick up the threads of your broken life, and weave them together again.
To your soul He’ll bring peace and rest. A friend in deed he’ll always be.
He’s the Healer Of Broken Heart’s. My Jesus of Galilee.
In my search I found these lyrics for a different song with similar thought:
The Healer From Galilee.
1. If you are torn and tossed, and you feel all is lost.
If you are sore dismayed, come to Him and pray.
He's still the only King Who can do anything.
He's the Healer from Galilee
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
2. It takes a nail scarred Hand, to lift a fallen man.
It takes a Love that's strong, to keep a man from wrong.
If you have failed today, come to Him and pray.
He's the Healer from Galilee.
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
3. There is a healing flood, in His Prescious Blood.
There is a Life Divine, in the Lord sublime.
He takes a broken man, makes him whole again.
He's the Healer from Galilee.
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
© Copyright 1973, 1996 by Harry Reinders.
All Rights Reserved.
We need much healing in our land and in our lives. Won't you let Him heal you?
The Healer Of Broken Hearts:
He’s The Healer of broken hearts. He’ll mend your shattered dreams.
He’ll pick up the threads of your broken life, and weave them together again.
To your soul He’ll bring peace and rest. A friend in deed he’ll always be.
He’s the Healer Of Broken Heart’s. My Jesus of Galilee.
In my search I found these lyrics for a different song with similar thought:
The Healer From Galilee.
1. If you are torn and tossed, and you feel all is lost.
If you are sore dismayed, come to Him and pray.
He's still the only King Who can do anything.
He's the Healer from Galilee
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
2. It takes a nail scarred Hand, to lift a fallen man.
It takes a Love that's strong, to keep a man from wrong.
If you have failed today, come to Him and pray.
He's the Healer from Galilee.
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
3. There is a healing flood, in His Prescious Blood.
There is a Life Divine, in the Lord sublime.
He takes a broken man, makes him whole again.
He's the Healer from Galilee.
(Chorus)
Jesus heals, Jesus heals,
He heals your broken life.
He fills your heart with Love so free,
The Healer from Galilee.
© Copyright 1973, 1996 by Harry Reinders.
All Rights Reserved.
We need much healing in our land and in our lives. Won't you let Him heal you?
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