How has the weather been in your neck of the woods? We have had three days of rain, wind and gloom. Not a bit of sunshine. Gray clouds. Depressing. And today it was really getting to me.
Sunshine is my motivator. Waking up to a sunny day inspires me. Conversely, without the sun my ambition lags. And so it was today. Every chance I could, I complained about the lack of sunshine and tried to remind myself the sun really was there behind the clouds.
Then it happened. It was mid-evening and I felt the room lighten. I could almost hear the angels sing as the sun burst through the clouds. My garden was rejoicing. And then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared again behind the clouds. Maybe tomorrow it will return. One can hope!
As I thought about the little sunburst, I was thankful I hadn't missed it. Had I been too wrapped up in the gloom, I would have. It was a reminder of brighter days to come and the fact God is faithful. I need to trust Him even in the dark times of life, when I can't see the sun.
And I am thankful for the reminder found in Psalm 112:4, which tells us,
"Even in darkness light dawns for the upright, for the gracious and compassionate and righteous (wo)man"
"Help me, Lord, today and every day to be gracious and compassionate and righteous so Your light can shine in me through every day of darkness and gloom. Help me to rejoice in every moment, be it filled with sunshine or clouds, and trust You to see me through whatever comes my way. Help me not to grumble when things are not as I think they should be. I look forward to the day when we will not need the sun or the moon to shine on us, because Your glory will give us light and the Lamb, who is Jesus Christ, will be our lamp. (Revelation 21:23) Until then, help me catch each moment as You send it. . .and carry on!"
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Have Whose Own Way??
Our selection of music for today's song service included the old hymn, "Have Thine Own Way, Lord". First published in 1907, the lyrics are by Adelaide A. Pollard and music by George C Stebbins. Something tells me there was a different mindset back then. As our guest pastor put it, the title of the song, if written today, might have been, "Have My Own Way, Lord".
As I look back on the words, I wonder how willing I am to accept His way over mine? Am I willing to be molded? Do I wait humbly for God's way to unfold? I dare say there is room for improvement!
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.
As I look back on the words, I wonder how willing I am to accept His way over mine? Am I willing to be molded? Do I wait humbly for God's way to unfold? I dare say there is room for improvement!
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Saturday Seeking - "The Inner Problem"
Earlier this week, there was evidence our clothes dryer was not performing at its peek. It seemed with each load, the drying time required was getting longer. Our first thought was fear the heating element was going out. What we found after investigating was not loss of heat, but excessive heat, indicating there was a different type of problem to deal with.
After checking the vent on the outside of the house and cleaning it out, my brave repairman had the dryer pulled out and unplugged, revealing evidence of how long it had been since it had been moved. There were lots of “dust bunnies” and other debris, but he still felt we hadn't reach the heart of the problem.
Next step was removing the tubing which transports the air from the dryer to the outside vent. One look inside and we could see where the problem was. There was a thick coating of accumulated lint, which was preventing the air from flowing freely as it should. As we cleaned away, it was apparent this job should be done much more frequently.
Looking back on this experience, I saw a picture of what sin does in our lives. Without the cleansing power of God's forgiveness, it continues to build up and slows down the effectiveness of our witness. Interestingly, it is possible to have an exterior appearance of cleanliness, while leaving the inner problems unresolved. As an example, one might attend church regularly and even spend time reading the Bible and praying, and yet harbor bitterness toward another.
In the Old Testament we find the story of Samuel going to Bethlehem to anoint a new king for Israel. The Lord had revealed the fact he should invite a man named Jesse, as one of his sons would be the one chosen. When the oldest came before Samuel, he immediately thought this would be the one, since he was tall and handsome. Instead, the Lord spoke to Samuel telling him not to consider appearance or height. In 1 Samuel 16:7 we find the often quoted words, “Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart”.
Going back to 1 Samuel 13:14, we find a description of the type of person needed to replace King Saul. They needed “a man after God's own heart”. Moving to the New Testament, we find in Acts 13:22 reference by Paul to the fact it was David, the youngest son of Jesse, who was found by God to be a man after His own heart.
It appears quite evident our world is in desperate need of more men and women who could follow the example of David and become people “after God's own heart”. To do so requires more than token religious behavior and goes to an inner quality known as integrity. Some of the words used by the dictionary to describe integrity are uprightness of character, honesty or being in an undivided state. Perhaps the simplest definition would be it is the “you” God sees when no one else is looking.
Does having integrity mean you never do anything wrong? Of course not. Look at the life of David and you will see there were many instances where he did things which were unpleasing to God. Instead, the requirement is recognizing and admitting when you have done wrong, then coming before God in true repentance, allowing God's forgiveness to give you an inner cleansing.
This week, take time to examine your inner self. Are there areas in need of a cleaning? Spend time reading in God's Word to get a feel for what His heart is like, and then model it in the world. Not only will our hearts be cleaner, but our effectiveness will improve proportionately. If you need a visual of how all this works, perhaps you should check on cleaning your dryer vent!
Friday, June 27, 2014
Friday Fruit - PATIENCE
At some point overnight, we received rain. A glance out the kitchen window revealed a wet sidewalk and glistening grass. Then my eyes rested on the garden. It seemed as if it had grown overnight! With cooler temperatures this year, things just hadn't been growing as quickly as I thought they should.
You'd think, as a farmer's daughter I would realize the world of gardening would require some patience. If you aren't waiting for rain, you're waiting for warmer temperatures and sunshine to hurry the process along.
What I am realizing is things happen in God's time and not mine. It's a lesson I'm learning with my gardening and also regarding changes I would like to see happen in the world around me. What is the old saying, "Lord, grant me patience. . .and I want it right now!"
Meanwhile, we did eat some radishes from the garden today!
You'd think, as a farmer's daughter I would realize the world of gardening would require some patience. If you aren't waiting for rain, you're waiting for warmer temperatures and sunshine to hurry the process along.
What I am realizing is things happen in God's time and not mine. It's a lesson I'm learning with my gardening and also regarding changes I would like to see happen in the world around me. What is the old saying, "Lord, grant me patience. . .and I want it right now!"
Meanwhile, we did eat some radishes from the garden today!
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Thoughts on Legacy
Today my husband and I attended the funeral of a dear friend's father. It was a testament to the legacy of a man who loved God, loved His family and gave of himself sacrificially throughout his lifetime. It was heartwarming to hear the family sing together and testify of the wonderful example left for them in and through the life of this man they knew as husband, father and grandfather.
One of the definitions of the word "legacy" in the dictionary is "anything received from or passed on by an ancestor, predecessor or earlier era". It was obvious this man had left behind a wealth far greater than any dollar sign could measure. You could also tell the family was proud to carry this legacy on to future generations.
Later, as we spent time with our grandchildren, it made me consider what kind of legacy I was now gathering and developing for them to treasure after my passing. Above all, my prayer would be they inherit my love for the Lord. As they watch my life, I would hope they would see the fruit of the Spirit at work in my life to the extent it would reflect into theirs.
At the same time, seeing this family together brought memories of those in my family who have gone on before. It made me thankful for the rich heritage I was blessed with, which, in time, can be passed on to my family.
According to Acts 17:26, God made every nation of men from one man to eventually inhabit the earth. It says He determined the times set for us and even the exact places where we would live. Each of us, therefore, has been given a space of time to reach out to a certain sphere of influence. What we do during this space of time determines what we will have to leave behind as a legacy.
The very next verse tells us God's reasoning for doing things this way. He did it so we would "seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us". Make it a point this very day to take time for seeking, reaching and finding. In doing so, you will be building up your own legacy to one day pass on.
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"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates."
One of the definitions of the word "legacy" in the dictionary is "anything received from or passed on by an ancestor, predecessor or earlier era". It was obvious this man had left behind a wealth far greater than any dollar sign could measure. You could also tell the family was proud to carry this legacy on to future generations.
Later, as we spent time with our grandchildren, it made me consider what kind of legacy I was now gathering and developing for them to treasure after my passing. Above all, my prayer would be they inherit my love for the Lord. As they watch my life, I would hope they would see the fruit of the Spirit at work in my life to the extent it would reflect into theirs.
At the same time, seeing this family together brought memories of those in my family who have gone on before. It made me thankful for the rich heritage I was blessed with, which, in time, can be passed on to my family.
According to Acts 17:26, God made every nation of men from one man to eventually inhabit the earth. It says He determined the times set for us and even the exact places where we would live. Each of us, therefore, has been given a space of time to reach out to a certain sphere of influence. What we do during this space of time determines what we will have to leave behind as a legacy.
The very next verse tells us God's reasoning for doing things this way. He did it so we would "seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us". Make it a point this very day to take time for seeking, reaching and finding. In doing so, you will be building up your own legacy to one day pass on.
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"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates."
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Spicy Wisdom for Wednesday!
The information came from an advertisement for McCormick spices. "The Life of Spice" it said, catching my eye. Reading the list, I found the life expectancy for ground spices was 2-3 years. Whole spices can make it 3-4 years. Put them together in a seasoning blend, and it cuts the life to 1-2 years. Herbs can make it 1-3 years and extracts up to 4 years (except, it noted, for pure vanilla, which lasts indefinitely).
As I thought about the spices in the little rotating "Lazy Susan" in my cupboard, I could without a doubt make the call many of them were far past their intended life. One clue is some of them still have a price stamped on them. [Remember pre-scanner days when the prices actually had to be placed on each item?]
My guess is, many of them have lost their flavor. At best, the flavor would be there, but not very potent. Perhaps it is time to take inventory and update my collection, getting rid of the old, and replacing with new, as needed.
There is a passage in the Bible where Jesus told His followers they were the "salt of the earth". He went on to suggest salt sometimes loses its saltiness, making it suitable only for being thrown out or trampled by men.
Amazingly, it only takes a small amount of salt to add flavor to food. Likewise, as the "salt of the earth", Christians don't have to be the majority to make a difference. The important thing is to use your "flavor" on a regular basis, so its effectiveness doesn't wear out.
How is your flavor these days? Are you out there making a difference in your world?
As I thought about the spices in the little rotating "Lazy Susan" in my cupboard, I could without a doubt make the call many of them were far past their intended life. One clue is some of them still have a price stamped on them. [Remember pre-scanner days when the prices actually had to be placed on each item?]
My guess is, many of them have lost their flavor. At best, the flavor would be there, but not very potent. Perhaps it is time to take inventory and update my collection, getting rid of the old, and replacing with new, as needed.
There is a passage in the Bible where Jesus told His followers they were the "salt of the earth". He went on to suggest salt sometimes loses its saltiness, making it suitable only for being thrown out or trampled by men.
Amazingly, it only takes a small amount of salt to add flavor to food. Likewise, as the "salt of the earth", Christians don't have to be the majority to make a difference. The important thing is to use your "flavor" on a regular basis, so its effectiveness doesn't wear out.
How is your flavor these days? Are you out there making a difference in your world?
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
"I Can See Clearly Now" - A Tuesday Triumph!
Window washing is traditionally something to include in your "spring cleaning". Now that we are officially into summer, I felt it was time to get started. Actually, I did start earlier this spring, but after washing the kitchen window realized it was a hopeless cause until the pavement patching was completed.
Living on Main Street, we spent last summer dealing with digging in new water lines. There were cuts made in the pavement all along our side of the block. This made for bumpy roads all winter, and once the snow melted, we dealt with mud until such time it dried up and left us with dirt to be constantly redistributed through the air every time a car drove past.
Thankfully, the paving crew recently completed the patch work, leaving me with no excuse to avoid the window washing. It is actually a task I somewhat enjoy, using a couple of special cloths distributed by the Norwex company. One is a microfiber cloth which allows me to wash the dirt off with nothing more than hot water. The other is a "window shine" cloth, which dries the now clean window to a streak-free finish. In no time, the job is complete.
There is something about looking through a clean window which gives me great satisfaction. It's like seeing the outside world in a whole new light. As I was wiping them clean, I saw a picture of our sinful lives, filled with the dirt and grime of sin. One confession to Jesus and He sweeps in with His cleansing forgiveness. Suddenly the world has an entirely new outlook!
Much like our window washing needs to be repeated, so does our coming to the Lord for forgiveness. We know from Scripture we all have a bit of dirt in our lives. Romans 3:23 says, "All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." How good it is to remember also the words of 1 John 1:9, which tells us, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness".
A prayer in my heart as I end my day, taken from Psalm 51:7,10:
Cleanse me, Lord. . . and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Create in me a pure heart, O God and renew a right spirit within me.
Ahhh. . .a clean heart AND clean windows. . .yes, it has been a good day!
Living on Main Street, we spent last summer dealing with digging in new water lines. There were cuts made in the pavement all along our side of the block. This made for bumpy roads all winter, and once the snow melted, we dealt with mud until such time it dried up and left us with dirt to be constantly redistributed through the air every time a car drove past.
Thankfully, the paving crew recently completed the patch work, leaving me with no excuse to avoid the window washing. It is actually a task I somewhat enjoy, using a couple of special cloths distributed by the Norwex company. One is a microfiber cloth which allows me to wash the dirt off with nothing more than hot water. The other is a "window shine" cloth, which dries the now clean window to a streak-free finish. In no time, the job is complete.
There is something about looking through a clean window which gives me great satisfaction. It's like seeing the outside world in a whole new light. As I was wiping them clean, I saw a picture of our sinful lives, filled with the dirt and grime of sin. One confession to Jesus and He sweeps in with His cleansing forgiveness. Suddenly the world has an entirely new outlook!
Much like our window washing needs to be repeated, so does our coming to the Lord for forgiveness. We know from Scripture we all have a bit of dirt in our lives. Romans 3:23 says, "All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." How good it is to remember also the words of 1 John 1:9, which tells us, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness".
A prayer in my heart as I end my day, taken from Psalm 51:7,10:
Cleanse me, Lord. . . and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Create in me a pure heart, O God and renew a right spirit within me.
Ahhh. . .a clean heart AND clean windows. . .yes, it has been a good day!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Monday Moments
Monday Moments Summary:
"Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to be a doer of Your Word today, and not just a hearer!"
- Joined Aunt Mabel to attend the funeral of a friend's father. We mourn with those who mourn. (Romans 12:15)
- Shared highlights of the week-end with an elderly friend who doesn't get out much. . .a sacrifice of time which is pleasing to God (Hebrews 13:16)
- Weeded the garden (Unfortunately, there because of Genesis 3)
- Made mints for my niece's wedding. . .a chance to be generous and willing to share (1 Timothy 6:18)
"Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to be a doer of Your Word today, and not just a hearer!"
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Time to "Pass It On"
It might have been while at Bible Camp I first sang this song. Later, in my high school years, our "Folk Group" often shared it in church. Now and then over the years its words and music make their way up out of the memory banks and find a way of being shared. Today it was one we utilized in our worship service. It is a song I never tire of singing, and so I "Pass It On". . .
And soon all those around can warm up in the glowing
That’s how it is with God’s love, once you’ve experienced it
You’ll spread His love to everyone
You’ll want to pass it on
What a wondrous time is spring when all the trees are budding
The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming
That’s how it is with God’s love, once you’ve experienced it
You’ll want to sing, it’s fresh like spring
You’ll want to pass it on
I wish for you my friend this happiness that I’ve found
You can depend on Him it matters not where you’re bound
I’ll shout it from the mountain top, I want the world to know
The Lord of Love has come to me
I want to pass it on
I’ll shout it from the mountain top
I want the world to know
The Lord of Love
Has come to me
I want to pass it on
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Saturday Seeking - "Nature At Its Best"
They say the blues and greens of nature are good for a person's mental health. If this is true, today was the perfect day for soothing the mind. Not only is it the first day of summer, and thus the day with the most hours of daylight, but it is also a day we set aside to take a road trip across northern North Dakota.
Our destination was the International Peace Gardens, where our niece had been attending Music Camp all week. Along the three and a half hour route, the bright green of the new crops and well watered ditches contrasted with the blue of the sky and small bodies of water, making it a most relaxing drive.
Meeting up with our niece and her family, we attended the choir and band concert which was the culmination of the week long camp adventure. Her instrument of choice is the trombone, and we were amazed at the quality
of music performed by this group of middle schoolers after only a week of playing together.
Following the concert we took time to walk around the grounds of the International Peace Gardens, which was built directly on the border of the United States and Canada. A stream of water runs on the 49th parallel through the formal gardens. Every year they bloom anew with color, although this is quite early in the season and many of the plants had only recently been planted. I would love to return later in the summer when the flowers are in full bloom. The advantage of going this time of year is seeing the rich greens of the grass, and the early blooming perennial plants.
What fun God must have had on the third day of creation when He created every kind of vegetation. As we made our way through the vast display of plants today, I was once again reminded our God is one of great variety, with each type of flower and plant unique in its own way. What a blessing He decided to throw in color instead of leaving the world black and white!
This week open your eyes to the beauty of God's world. As you do, take time to thank Him for it. If there are botanical gardens or special parks in your area, take the time to explore them. You just might find yourself agreeing with God's assessment of all the vegetation He created on day three. What was it? Genesis 1:12 tells us He "saw that it was good". After a day out in nature, I overwhelmingly agree!
Friday, June 20, 2014
Friday Fruit - FAITHFULNESS
Each year as the third week-end in June rolls around, our community is thankful for the faithfulness of those on the Divide County Fair Board. This evening Bert and I made our way to the Music Booster "Band Stand" for our annual burger. . .mine with fried onions, and his with cheese and raw onions. For dessert we chose two pieces of pie, one lemon meringue and the other banana cream, and changed plates half way through. From there we strolled through the exhibits in the arena, bringing back memories of days gone by when the displays were more abundant. It brought to mind a writing I did in June of 2008, sharing my fair memories. May you find value in the message again today!
06/28/08 Busy, Not Bad
On Sunday afternoon the children who participate in our church's Wednesday night activities during the school year gathered for an appearance at the free stage entertainment provided by the fair. They did such a good job singing six of the action songs we've learned over the course of the past several years. From the youngest to the oldest they sang their hearts out with a message of God's love to those in the audience. Following their performance I joined eight other ladies in presenting another six gospel songs in three part harmony. From the reviews, they were all well received by those who took time to listen.
As we were singing, three very special people arrived to listen: our daughter, Rebekah, and grandsons, Jeremiah and Benjamin. Together we enjoyed walking around the fairgrounds, taking in a ride on the little train, playing “pick three ducks for a price”, and cooling down with wonderful smoothies from the Girl Scout stand. The fair we experienced was a far cry from the ones I remember as a youth. Back then there were rides covering the entire fairground property. The first ride you came to was the merry-go-round with horses taking you on an up and down, round and round ride. Next there was a helicopter ride that went higher and lower as you moved the handle bar back and forth. More rides for the little ones included cars, trains, boats in real water and cute little whales that took you on a rolling adventure coordinated to carnival music.
The next section of the fair had rides for those who had become more adventurous. . .the Ferris Wheel, Tilt-A-Whirl, Scrambler and Octopus. Friends would pile in together and squeal with delight as the rides went through their motions. The middle area was usually home to the bumper cars and at the far end were the rides reserved for the bravest of the brave. . .the Bullet, the Star and the Zipper. On either side of the rides were rows of vendors selling their wares and carnival workers trying to entice you into playing their game. . .pop a balloon, hit the target, make a basket, ring a bottle. . .with the prospect of winning a prize. There were also scary haunted houses and fun houses with silly mirrors that made you look first short and squat and then tall and skinny. And who could resist the little cranes operated by a crank on the outside of a glassed in space full of interesting prizes!
Even though we no longer can afford a carnival with rides, the Divide County Fair Board did their best to provide family friendly fun for those in attendance. As we walked with our grandchildren, I realized the important thing was not what we did, but that we were together. The bonus came when Jeremiah, who is 2 ½, succeeded in doing something I always wanted to do growing up. . .he won one of the bike giveaways! I'm not sure he fully understood why it was he got to take the nice green bike home, but it will serve both him and his younger brother well in the years to come.
As we entered the new week, we found ourselves on the road quite often. Monday took us an hour to the west of us to see our nephew play baseball and also to get in a visit with another nephew who was visiting from Denver. After a break on Tuesday we headed to Bismarck on Wednesday (a four hour drive one way) for doctor appointments. We squeezed in a meal with my sister and visited with a niece before driving home the same day. On Thursday the lawn needed mowing and Friday found us driving in a southerly direction to Williston for a haircut and supper with Rebekah and family. Afterward we drove to their new home which is currently under construction by her husband, Wes. It's fun to see the progress each time we stop by. Later we played with the kids and helped one year old Benjamin as he started taking his first cautious steps. If he didn't want to go so fast right away, I think he'd be walking more! (That could be a lesson for us in our walk with God, too!)
It seems our lives are filled with busyness. Seldom is there time to simply sit back and relax. Somehow I think satan may have a hand in keeping us that way. . .even when it's all for good reasons. . .so we aren't as effective in doing God's work. There is a verse to help us make time for everything. Matthew 6:33 tells us, “Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.” What will be at the top of your list this week? Why not put God there and then focus on good things. You may still be busy, but definitely not bad!
06/28/08 Busy, Not Bad
Last week-end was the Divide County Fair here in Crosby. This meant a ride down Main Street for Bert and I in Saturday's parade, with Mayor Bert playing the role of Grand Marshall. It was fun to see the citizens of our county lining both sides of the street, with lots of kids waiting for the candy to be thrown from the parade entrants. Our church had a float which featured the logo for our Vacation Bible School, “Power Lab”. The week long event coming up in August will feature lessons, songs and activities based around a science lab theme. Our pastor and the children from our church dressed up in white lab coats and goggles and turned their hair a variety of colors to carry out the theme for their part in the parade. Following the parade several of us stepped up to the plate and did our part manning our church's fair booth, which featured the same theme for a bake sale, earning over $200.00 toward the expenses of our Vacation Bible School.
On Sunday afternoon the children who participate in our church's Wednesday night activities during the school year gathered for an appearance at the free stage entertainment provided by the fair. They did such a good job singing six of the action songs we've learned over the course of the past several years. From the youngest to the oldest they sang their hearts out with a message of God's love to those in the audience. Following their performance I joined eight other ladies in presenting another six gospel songs in three part harmony. From the reviews, they were all well received by those who took time to listen.
As we were singing, three very special people arrived to listen: our daughter, Rebekah, and grandsons, Jeremiah and Benjamin. Together we enjoyed walking around the fairgrounds, taking in a ride on the little train, playing “pick three ducks for a price”, and cooling down with wonderful smoothies from the Girl Scout stand. The fair we experienced was a far cry from the ones I remember as a youth. Back then there were rides covering the entire fairground property. The first ride you came to was the merry-go-round with horses taking you on an up and down, round and round ride. Next there was a helicopter ride that went higher and lower as you moved the handle bar back and forth. More rides for the little ones included cars, trains, boats in real water and cute little whales that took you on a rolling adventure coordinated to carnival music.
The next section of the fair had rides for those who had become more adventurous. . .the Ferris Wheel, Tilt-A-Whirl, Scrambler and Octopus. Friends would pile in together and squeal with delight as the rides went through their motions. The middle area was usually home to the bumper cars and at the far end were the rides reserved for the bravest of the brave. . .the Bullet, the Star and the Zipper. On either side of the rides were rows of vendors selling their wares and carnival workers trying to entice you into playing their game. . .pop a balloon, hit the target, make a basket, ring a bottle. . .with the prospect of winning a prize. There were also scary haunted houses and fun houses with silly mirrors that made you look first short and squat and then tall and skinny. And who could resist the little cranes operated by a crank on the outside of a glassed in space full of interesting prizes!
Even though we no longer can afford a carnival with rides, the Divide County Fair Board did their best to provide family friendly fun for those in attendance. As we walked with our grandchildren, I realized the important thing was not what we did, but that we were together. The bonus came when Jeremiah, who is 2 ½, succeeded in doing something I always wanted to do growing up. . .he won one of the bike giveaways! I'm not sure he fully understood why it was he got to take the nice green bike home, but it will serve both him and his younger brother well in the years to come.
As we entered the new week, we found ourselves on the road quite often. Monday took us an hour to the west of us to see our nephew play baseball and also to get in a visit with another nephew who was visiting from Denver. After a break on Tuesday we headed to Bismarck on Wednesday (a four hour drive one way) for doctor appointments. We squeezed in a meal with my sister and visited with a niece before driving home the same day. On Thursday the lawn needed mowing and Friday found us driving in a southerly direction to Williston for a haircut and supper with Rebekah and family. Afterward we drove to their new home which is currently under construction by her husband, Wes. It's fun to see the progress each time we stop by. Later we played with the kids and helped one year old Benjamin as he started taking his first cautious steps. If he didn't want to go so fast right away, I think he'd be walking more! (That could be a lesson for us in our walk with God, too!)
It seems our lives are filled with busyness. Seldom is there time to simply sit back and relax. Somehow I think satan may have a hand in keeping us that way. . .even when it's all for good reasons. . .so we aren't as effective in doing God's work. There is a verse to help us make time for everything. Matthew 6:33 tells us, “Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.” What will be at the top of your list this week? Why not put God there and then focus on good things. You may still be busy, but definitely not bad!
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Scattered Thoughts
On days like today, when my thoughts have been rather unfocused, it's nice to consider God knows each one. . .and loves me the same!
O Lord, You have search me and You know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
You perceive my thoughts from afar. (Psalm 139:1-2)
O Lord, You have search me and You know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
You perceive my thoughts from afar. (Psalm 139:1-2)
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Tuesday's Cleaning Triumph
Housework has never been a high priority at our house. When the kids were in school, I actually had a lady come to our home every Friday and clean. Every week we would go through the same routine on Thursday night. "Pick up the house, the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow" was followed by the complaint of "Why do we have to clean for the cleaning lady?" They never did quite get the fact she was there to clean and not pick up after us.
As time went on, I eventually "downsized" to having someone come in every other week. Certainly, I reasoned, I could keep things up during the off weeks. As it turned out, the effort put into my turn never quite measured up, but I had a clean house once every two weeks. It was a good feeling.
Enter retirement. Surely, I could handle the housework when work wasn't calling my name every day. About this time, the lady who cleaned for me had a shift in her scheduling and wondered if coming once a month would be sufficient. The arrangement worked very nicely, although I must attest to the fact the house was really only clean once a month (or if there happened to be company coming!)
Then came the news. My cleaning lady was leaving town. Sigh. Now I really had to come up with a plan. That was a month ago. I still don't have a plan, but today I really cleaned the kitchen. So good, in fact, I could even see the cute little piggy salt and pepper shakers, the hen on a nest salt and pepper shakers and the miniature cream seperator which came from my grandmother's kitchen. It was most refreshing! Did I mention, I can even see the entire counter tonight?
As for the cleaning plan, I've scoped out a few options online. One was the perfect 30 day plan where you only had to invest 20 minutes each day and be on top of everything all the time. Somehow it sounded a bit too good to be true. And you know what they say about things that sound too good to be true. . .
There is a verse found in Proverbs 16:3 which may be beneficial. "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed". I'm not sure Solomon had housework in mind when he wrote the verse, but I'm claiming it. And if you have a working plan at your house, please clue me in!
As time went on, I eventually "downsized" to having someone come in every other week. Certainly, I reasoned, I could keep things up during the off weeks. As it turned out, the effort put into my turn never quite measured up, but I had a clean house once every two weeks. It was a good feeling.
Enter retirement. Surely, I could handle the housework when work wasn't calling my name every day. About this time, the lady who cleaned for me had a shift in her scheduling and wondered if coming once a month would be sufficient. The arrangement worked very nicely, although I must attest to the fact the house was really only clean once a month (or if there happened to be company coming!)
Then came the news. My cleaning lady was leaving town. Sigh. Now I really had to come up with a plan. That was a month ago. I still don't have a plan, but today I really cleaned the kitchen. So good, in fact, I could even see the cute little piggy salt and pepper shakers, the hen on a nest salt and pepper shakers and the miniature cream seperator which came from my grandmother's kitchen. It was most refreshing! Did I mention, I can even see the entire counter tonight?
As for the cleaning plan, I've scoped out a few options online. One was the perfect 30 day plan where you only had to invest 20 minutes each day and be on top of everything all the time. Somehow it sounded a bit too good to be true. And you know what they say about things that sound too good to be true. . .
There is a verse found in Proverbs 16:3 which may be beneficial. "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed". I'm not sure Solomon had housework in mind when he wrote the verse, but I'm claiming it. And if you have a working plan at your house, please clue me in!
Monday, June 16, 2014
A Simple Blessing for Monday
It's been one of those ordinary days. Thankfully, my cold symptoms had subsided to the point I felt going to exercise class was doable. Once it was over, my calendar was free of obligations. With the sun shining, it was easy to make a decision to spend some time outdoors with my garden and flowers. There's nothing like nature to bring one close to God. . .yes, a blessing!
Sunday, June 15, 2014
A Song for Dad
We've had a rather "low key" Father's Day. Summer colds have been making the rounds, and a relapse of mine kept me in bed much of the day. Plans to cross paths with our daughter and her family changed when rainy weather cancelled their plans to go fishing nearby. Thankfully, the newest restaurant in town was featuring several specials, which were packed in "to go" boxes for our evening meal.
As I looked through old picture albums, I was reminded of the great man my father was. I look forward to meeting up with him again "when I finally make it home". A song with this title, sung by the group Mercy Me, reminds me of the upcoming reunion with my earthly father and also getting to meet my Heavenly Father. Dedicating this song tonight to my father, Delton, and praying it somehow speaks to your heart, as well.
You can access the song here: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tnTu0i9cj-I
As I looked through old picture albums, I was reminded of the great man my father was. I look forward to meeting up with him again "when I finally make it home". A song with this title, sung by the group Mercy Me, reminds me of the upcoming reunion with my earthly father and also getting to meet my Heavenly Father. Dedicating this song tonight to my father, Delton, and praying it somehow speaks to your heart, as well.
You can access the song here: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tnTu0i9cj-I
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Saturday Seeking - "Our Fathers" (written 06-16-12)
Change a 26 to 28 and a four to a six to make this current for 2014:
With tomorrow being Father's Day, I found myself doing the math. Since my father passed away in January of 1987, the last time I was able to wish him a “Happy Father's Day” in person was 26 years ago. More than a quarter of a century in our perception of time, but not all that long ago in the scope of eternity. He combined the life of a hard-working farmer with a love for flying, which provided him a second employment opportunity in doing aerial crop spraying. Still today, the times I'm reminded of him the most are associated with these two things he loved. Each spring as the crops come up, through the summer as they grow, and into the fall when the crops yield their harvest, there is a cycle he lived over and over in his lifetime. And each time the buzz of an airplane comes from the sky, it seems as if he is once more telling me “hello”, as I remember the many times he would fly overhead and “wave” as he tipped the wings back and forth.
Thinking back, I don't often remember him telling me he loved me in a verbal affirmation. It seemed it wasn't necessary, as it showed through his faithfulness in providing for our family, in his smile when he arrived home after a busy day in the field, and through the kind and generous spirit he shared not only with his family, but with anyone who crossed his path. He was a “people person” and often struck up a conversation with a stranger, leading one to believe they were long, lost friends.
Another “father figure” in my life was my father-in-law. It has now been four years since the last time a Father's Day was shared with him. As a carpenter, his work involved both building the new and repairing the old. He, too, was a “people person” who loved to visit with anyone and everyone. From what my husband has told me, “I love you” was not something he often said, but instead it was shown through the way he cared for his family. He also had a love for music and enjoyed sharing his deep, bass voice in song.
There is something about both these men which gives me a picture of our Heavenly Father. Kind, loving, generous, and faithful are just a few of the words that come to mind. God's love is not one we hear in a booming voice from heaven, and yet it comes to us through the beauty of nature, the completeness of His written Word, and His provision for our every need.
Not everyone has been blessed with a positive “father figure” in their life. For some, he wasn't in the picture. For others he may have been abusive. As I realize this, I find myself very thankful for my own experience growing up, and for the fact the man I married is a wonderful father to our two children, and now expertly handles the role of Grandpa. too. I'm also thankful for a great son-in-law, who is such a good Daddy for my grandchildren, raising them to know and love our Heavenly Father.
As another Father's Day rolls around, take time to honor the “dads” in your life. If they are still with you, take time to show them your love, and thank them for all they have done for you. If you are a dad, know the best instruction manual available is God's Word. For those of you who, like me, have said farewell to your father here on earth, think back on the precious memories while looking forward to the day we will once again be together as we gather around the throne. . .our Heavenly Father's throne!
With tomorrow being Father's Day, I found myself doing the math. Since my father passed away in January of 1987, the last time I was able to wish him a “Happy Father's Day” in person was 26 years ago. More than a quarter of a century in our perception of time, but not all that long ago in the scope of eternity. He combined the life of a hard-working farmer with a love for flying, which provided him a second employment opportunity in doing aerial crop spraying. Still today, the times I'm reminded of him the most are associated with these two things he loved. Each spring as the crops come up, through the summer as they grow, and into the fall when the crops yield their harvest, there is a cycle he lived over and over in his lifetime. And each time the buzz of an airplane comes from the sky, it seems as if he is once more telling me “hello”, as I remember the many times he would fly overhead and “wave” as he tipped the wings back and forth.
Thinking back, I don't often remember him telling me he loved me in a verbal affirmation. It seemed it wasn't necessary, as it showed through his faithfulness in providing for our family, in his smile when he arrived home after a busy day in the field, and through the kind and generous spirit he shared not only with his family, but with anyone who crossed his path. He was a “people person” and often struck up a conversation with a stranger, leading one to believe they were long, lost friends.
Another “father figure” in my life was my father-in-law. It has now been four years since the last time a Father's Day was shared with him. As a carpenter, his work involved both building the new and repairing the old. He, too, was a “people person” who loved to visit with anyone and everyone. From what my husband has told me, “I love you” was not something he often said, but instead it was shown through the way he cared for his family. He also had a love for music and enjoyed sharing his deep, bass voice in song.
There is something about both these men which gives me a picture of our Heavenly Father. Kind, loving, generous, and faithful are just a few of the words that come to mind. God's love is not one we hear in a booming voice from heaven, and yet it comes to us through the beauty of nature, the completeness of His written Word, and His provision for our every need.
Not everyone has been blessed with a positive “father figure” in their life. For some, he wasn't in the picture. For others he may have been abusive. As I realize this, I find myself very thankful for my own experience growing up, and for the fact the man I married is a wonderful father to our two children, and now expertly handles the role of Grandpa. too. I'm also thankful for a great son-in-law, who is such a good Daddy for my grandchildren, raising them to know and love our Heavenly Father.
As another Father's Day rolls around, take time to honor the “dads” in your life. If they are still with you, take time to show them your love, and thank them for all they have done for you. If you are a dad, know the best instruction manual available is God's Word. For those of you who, like me, have said farewell to your father here on earth, think back on the precious memories while looking forward to the day we will once again be together as we gather around the throne. . .our Heavenly Father's throne!
Friday, June 13, 2014
Friday's Fruit of the Day - KINDNESS
A bird feeder has recently found a home in our back yard. It is located where I can watch the birds come and go as I look out my kitchen window. The most common bird to stop, by far, is the sparrow.
The Bible talks about the sparrow being rather worthless. . .two sold for a penny. And yet, according to Matthew 10:29, God knows when even one of them falls to the ground. The next two verses indicate how much more we are worth to God. He numbers the very hairs on our head, and considers us of more worth than many sparrows.
As I filled the feeder for the umpteenth time today, I found myself checking my attitude. Instead of grumbling about having to do the task, I tried to focus on the fact doing so was an act of kindness toward one of God's most insignificant creatures.
Later, as I was giving a friend a ride to do errands, (her car had recently died) it felt good to be able to demonstrate an act of kindness to this widow lady who is worth much more to God than many sparrows.
Have you sprouted any kindness fruit today? We can't change the world overnight, but we can be an instrument God uses to spread kindness. . .one deed at a time.
The Bible talks about the sparrow being rather worthless. . .two sold for a penny. And yet, according to Matthew 10:29, God knows when even one of them falls to the ground. The next two verses indicate how much more we are worth to God. He numbers the very hairs on our head, and considers us of more worth than many sparrows.
As I filled the feeder for the umpteenth time today, I found myself checking my attitude. Instead of grumbling about having to do the task, I tried to focus on the fact doing so was an act of kindness toward one of God's most insignificant creatures.
Later, as I was giving a friend a ride to do errands, (her car had recently died) it felt good to be able to demonstrate an act of kindness to this widow lady who is worth much more to God than many sparrows.
Have you sprouted any kindness fruit today? We can't change the world overnight, but we can be an instrument God uses to spread kindness. . .one deed at a time.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Thursday Thoughts from a Farmer's Daughter
'Tis the season here in North Dakota for planting. . .crops, gardens, and flowers all typically find their beginnings in May or June. I thought I was done with most of my planting last week, but then found a few more items I couldn't pass up, so much of today was spent back out in the yard finding homes for the last of my purchases.
One such purchase was a pack of sweet potato starter plants. Although I have never attempted growing them, they are something I love to eat, so thought I would give them a try. Since my garden plot was already established within the borders of my marigold plants, [keeps away the pests, claims my mother-in-law] I decided to simply dig up one more stretch of dirt on the outside of one end of the garden to make room for them.
Thankfully, our son arrived home just in time to help with the initial shoveling, then I got down on my hands and knees and worked out the lumps to prepare the soil. As I ran my fingers through the dirt, I couldn't help but think of my father. As a farmer, he spent many springs working through the fields preparing them for crops. His father before him was a homesteader in our area, as was my mother's father.
What was it like for those early pioneers, breaking up the sod for the first time? After doing just one small space by my garden, I could only think of one way to describe it. . .hard work! And now time will tell if my efforts will be rewarded.
Man's first assignment on earth was to work a garden and take care of it. (Genesis 2:15) It's amazing to think about how many times the hands of men and women have planted over the years to sustain the lives of people. And yet, although we may do the initial work, we must thank God for the growth. . .and I do!
One such purchase was a pack of sweet potato starter plants. Although I have never attempted growing them, they are something I love to eat, so thought I would give them a try. Since my garden plot was already established within the borders of my marigold plants, [keeps away the pests, claims my mother-in-law] I decided to simply dig up one more stretch of dirt on the outside of one end of the garden to make room for them.
Thankfully, our son arrived home just in time to help with the initial shoveling, then I got down on my hands and knees and worked out the lumps to prepare the soil. As I ran my fingers through the dirt, I couldn't help but think of my father. As a farmer, he spent many springs working through the fields preparing them for crops. His father before him was a homesteader in our area, as was my mother's father.
What was it like for those early pioneers, breaking up the sod for the first time? After doing just one small space by my garden, I could only think of one way to describe it. . .hard work! And now time will tell if my efforts will be rewarded.
Man's first assignment on earth was to work a garden and take care of it. (Genesis 2:15) It's amazing to think about how many times the hands of men and women have planted over the years to sustain the lives of people. And yet, although we may do the initial work, we must thank God for the growth. . .and I do!
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Words of Wisdom on Wednesday. . .and they work on all the other days, too!
Came across these verses from Jeremiah in my Bible last night, at one point pencil highlighted with a box around them:
"Therefore I will teach them--this time I will teach them my power and might. Then they will know that my name is the Lord." -Jeremiah 16:21
A little further down the page, with large pencil parentheses surrounding them, were verses 7 and 8 from Jeremiah 17:
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."
So much good wisdom God offers, if we would, as my Grandma Ellen suggested at the age of 100, "Read the Word and stick to it!"
"Therefore I will teach them--this time I will teach them my power and might. Then they will know that my name is the Lord." -Jeremiah 16:21
A little further down the page, with large pencil parentheses surrounding them, were verses 7 and 8 from Jeremiah 17:
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."
So much good wisdom God offers, if we would, as my Grandma Ellen suggested at the age of 100, "Read the Word and stick to it!"
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Triumphs on Tuesday
It was Election Day today. The results are in and once again I can claim the title of "Lady Di", as Bert was elected mayor. His career in city politics began at the age of 21 when he was elected to the city council. After twelve years of service, he ran for mayor, and ended up serving twenty years in that capacity.
Four years ago he was defeated by another local gentleman, giving him a break. His heart has always been in the rhealm of politics, however, and when the opportunity came up to run again, he filed. Some people asked me if he really wanted those headaches back, but truthfully, he likely had more headaches watching from the outside.
On a side note, Bert's brother, Doug, also was elected to the City Council and his brother, Don, to the Park Board. How many mothers can attest to having three of her sons elected on one day?
Was this a triumph? Perhaps, in a way. Yet, as I see it, God is the one ordaining who is in power at every level, and will direct the affairs of our community. As for my job, at the top of the list will be praying for all those elected, that they will be sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit.
It has been fun having our daughter and grandkids here to share in the evening, as we attended the "Classic Flix" showing of the movie "Mary Poppins". Coming home they were told Grandpa was elected mayor to add to the excitement. What could be said to wrap up the day, other than it was "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"!
Four years ago he was defeated by another local gentleman, giving him a break. His heart has always been in the rhealm of politics, however, and when the opportunity came up to run again, he filed. Some people asked me if he really wanted those headaches back, but truthfully, he likely had more headaches watching from the outside.
On a side note, Bert's brother, Doug, also was elected to the City Council and his brother, Don, to the Park Board. How many mothers can attest to having three of her sons elected on one day?
Was this a triumph? Perhaps, in a way. Yet, as I see it, God is the one ordaining who is in power at every level, and will direct the affairs of our community. As for my job, at the top of the list will be praying for all those elected, that they will be sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit.
It has been fun having our daughter and grandkids here to share in the evening, as we attended the "Classic Flix" showing of the movie "Mary Poppins". Coming home they were told Grandpa was elected mayor to add to the excitement. What could be said to wrap up the day, other than it was "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"!
Monday, June 9, 2014
Monday Moments of Blessing
Looking back on my day, the blessings were many:
-Waking up to sunshine and blue skies for my walk to morning exercise class
-Finding everything half price at the Hardware Hank Greenhouse meaning a good deal on Rebekah's veggie starter plants, and just a few more flowers for me. (One never can have too many flowers for a North Dakota summer. . .our winters are long!)
-Bert needing to take an afternoon trip to Minot, and asking me to ride along
-Finding the orange pepper plant, which was the only thing Rebekah wanted not available in Crosby
-Enjoying a wonderful meal of chicken noodle soup and salad at Panera Bread in the company of my husband.
-Coming home to find God had watered my garden and plants
-Enjoying a relaxing Epsom salt bath before heading to bed
So, all in all, I guess I shouldn't complain when what I thought was allergies turned into a summer cold as the day progressed. Thankful for Kleenix, Tylenol, pineapple juice and a warm bed to cozy up in. Praying I feel better in the morning, since plans are for the grandkids to arrive in the afternoon to attend the evening showing of "Mary Poppins" at the Dakota Theatre. And if I don't, a cold is a rather minor inconvenience as I remember those facing bigger battles in my nighttime prayers.
Have you counted your blessings today?
-Waking up to sunshine and blue skies for my walk to morning exercise class
-Finding everything half price at the Hardware Hank Greenhouse meaning a good deal on Rebekah's veggie starter plants, and just a few more flowers for me. (One never can have too many flowers for a North Dakota summer. . .our winters are long!)
-Bert needing to take an afternoon trip to Minot, and asking me to ride along
-Finding the orange pepper plant, which was the only thing Rebekah wanted not available in Crosby
-Enjoying a wonderful meal of chicken noodle soup and salad at Panera Bread in the company of my husband.
-Coming home to find God had watered my garden and plants
-Enjoying a relaxing Epsom salt bath before heading to bed
So, all in all, I guess I shouldn't complain when what I thought was allergies turned into a summer cold as the day progressed. Thankful for Kleenix, Tylenol, pineapple juice and a warm bed to cozy up in. Praying I feel better in the morning, since plans are for the grandkids to arrive in the afternoon to attend the evening showing of "Mary Poppins" at the Dakota Theatre. And if I don't, a cold is a rather minor inconvenience as I remember those facing bigger battles in my nighttime prayers.
Have you counted your blessings today?
Sunday, June 8, 2014
A Song for Sunday
We are back to Sunday, and once again our Bible Study featuring Andy Stanley brought a song to mind. Last week it was an old hymn, and today it was a relatively new song by Matt Redman entitled "Your Grace Finds Me". The focus was on the fact we are no longer under the law, but grace.
In tonight's study we learned about the error of our ways when we view Christianity as a "religion", filled with "you ought to" and "you don't" rules. Instead we need to learn to abide in Christ and establish a relationship where, as John 15:5 says, He is the vine and we are the branches. Only when the branch is connected to the vine will there be evidence of fruit.
In my Bible, there is a passage in Galatians 5:13-26, which comes with the heading of "Life by the Spirit". Andy Stanley used verses from this passage to teach us about walking by the Spirit, and keeping in step with how the Spirit leads. If, he said, we are led by the Spirit, we are not under the burden of living under a set of rules or laws.
Another mistake often made by Christians is looking at the list of "spirit fruit" found in Galatians as another "to do" list. We tell ourselves we need to come up with more love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control in our lives. What was pointed out, however, was the fact fruit is the result of something happening internally. It is produced in and through us, not by us. The secret is remaining "in the vine" or in Christ.
Coming away from the study, I was humbled to think about the grace extended to me so freely by God, and the freedom I have in Christ, not to live however I want, but rather to live according to the direction of the Holy Spirit. Any fruit which becomes evident in my life is only there because of my relationship with and connection to Christ.
You can experience the song, "Your Grace Finds Me" by going to this link on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY04xckWpuM My prayer is the song will speak to your heart as it has mine. As we head into another week, let's concentrate more on abiding in Christ than following a set of rules. The world may end up a little "fruitier", but I'm thinking this will be a good thing!
In tonight's study we learned about the error of our ways when we view Christianity as a "religion", filled with "you ought to" and "you don't" rules. Instead we need to learn to abide in Christ and establish a relationship where, as John 15:5 says, He is the vine and we are the branches. Only when the branch is connected to the vine will there be evidence of fruit.
In my Bible, there is a passage in Galatians 5:13-26, which comes with the heading of "Life by the Spirit". Andy Stanley used verses from this passage to teach us about walking by the Spirit, and keeping in step with how the Spirit leads. If, he said, we are led by the Spirit, we are not under the burden of living under a set of rules or laws.
Another mistake often made by Christians is looking at the list of "spirit fruit" found in Galatians as another "to do" list. We tell ourselves we need to come up with more love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control in our lives. What was pointed out, however, was the fact fruit is the result of something happening internally. It is produced in and through us, not by us. The secret is remaining "in the vine" or in Christ.
Coming away from the study, I was humbled to think about the grace extended to me so freely by God, and the freedom I have in Christ, not to live however I want, but rather to live according to the direction of the Holy Spirit. Any fruit which becomes evident in my life is only there because of my relationship with and connection to Christ.
You can experience the song, "Your Grace Finds Me" by going to this link on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY04xckWpuM My prayer is the song will speak to your heart as it has mine. As we head into another week, let's concentrate more on abiding in Christ than following a set of rules. The world may end up a little "fruitier", but I'm thinking this will be a good thing!
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Saturday Seeking - "Colors of Spring"
Driving to Williston yesterday and back home today, I was reminded of a writing done several years ago. It is a scene which plays out each spring here in North Dakota, and one I never tire of seeing. May you, as well, find color in your spring!
06/02/07
Colors of Spring
Despite
the fact spring brings on a battle with allergies, it is still one of
my favorite times of the year. Driving back and forth to Williston
several times in the last week gave me an opportunity to soak in the
beauty of the scenery along the way. The hillsides are decked out in
bright green, and on a clear or partly cloudy day the blue of the sky
is breathtaking. In my growing up years I always enjoyed flying with
my dad during this time of the year, as the contrast between the
colors reminded me of a patchwork quilt. There would be patches of
newly sprouted green crops, water reflecting the blue of the sky, and
the brown dirt of the summer fallow fields. In today’s farming
world, most of the farmers plant their crops “fencepost to
fencepost” and instead of giving the land rest, they vary the crops
planted and fortify the soil with fertilizers and chemicals to
enhance the productivity. A part of me misses the old routine of
giving half the land time to refresh.
If
we go way back in history, we find God’s farming method was to
observe a “sabbath rest” every seventh year. (Leviticus 25).
During this year no one was to sow or reap and God promised He would
send such a blessing in the sixth year the yield would be enough for
three years. The farming profession has always been one requiring
great faith, as God is the one who provides the sunshine and rain to
make the crops grow. Seems to me the seventh year must have required
an extra measure of faith to trust God would provide even when no
work was done.
Getting
back to the colors of spring, mingled in with the greens and blues
are an array of other colors. . .the robin’s red breast, the pink
blossoms of the flowering trees and the lavender lilac bushes. Even
the unpopular dandelion flower gives us a bright spot of yellow,
tempting little fingers to bring their mother a bouquet. Around
Crosby many have been busy planting flowers to provide beauty
throughout the summer. Even though our growing season is short, the
flower gardens are a welcome sight and a reminder of the variety God
included in His creation.
Along
with the bright, sunny days of spring come a number of gloomy, gray
days to provide the moisture needed for growth. It is always
interesting to hear the comments of people when they are evaluating
the rainfall. “There isn’t enough moisture” quickly turns into
“It’s too much!” when a downpour comes through the area. I try
to remind myself (and others, when given the chance) of the fact God
is always in control and knows just what we need and when we need it.
A
trip to the grocery store brings home more color. . .yellow bananas,
golden apricots, purple grapes, orange carrots, green broccoli and
pink lemonade. While you enjoy the colors around you this week,
remember to say a prayer of thanks to the God who created them.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Friday Fruit
Living the life of a Christian is a fruitful one. Going back several years to a point in time where God was dealing with me on this, we find a writing explaining some of the lessons He was giving me. The following was a writing I did for my "Saturday Seeking" devotionals on August 27, 2005:
A Fruitful Week
A Fruitful Week
This
week Bert and I led the last of our Wednesday Night Kid’s R.O.C.K.
(Reaching Our City’s Kids) Church gatherings. Over the summer we
have shared the lessons of the fruit of the Spirit [love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and
self-control] with the children of Crosby. Over the course of the
summer we have planted seeds in 28 little lives. We may or may not
see growth in their lives right away, but will trust there will be
someone in place to water, and God will provide the increase in their
lives. (See 1 Corinthians 3:6)
God
gave me a strong desire to minister to the kids over the summer. I
felt that this was definitely my calling, and persisted even when
some weeks there were only three or four children in attendance. The
warm summer days made the swimming pool and ball games a much more
attractive drawing card. But the Bible says wherever two or three
are gathered, Jesus is there in the midst of them. With this in
mind, our ministry continued throughout the summer.
What
I didn’t realize was, while I was teaching the children, God was
teaching me! You see, He knew I would need these lessons on August
25 when the hard drive went out on the computer I was using to
complete a summer long conversion process at work.
It
took self-control to not break down and cry (or scream!) when
I came to work early that day only to find an error message on the
computer. It took lots of patience as I waited for 30 minutes
to talk to the kind gentleman in India who helped me diagnose the
problem. It required faithfulness to my job to not just walk
out the door and let someone else solve the problem. I needed peace
in my heart to remind me God was in control and would, with
gentleness, see me through.
And
see me through He did. We are still waiting to receive the new hard
drive, but one of my co-workers, displaying much kindness and
goodness, was able to make the necessary changes to another
computer allowing us to continue. I was able to successfully
complete the first half of the testing, which gave me great joy.
It
is with His love I enter your “inbox” each Saturday with
these simple messages. Take a few moments today and look for signs
of God’s fruit in your own life. If you see the fruit, take time
to thank God for it. If you don’t, ask God to plant a few seeds
and then watch it grow!
I am so thankful the lessons in God's fruit of the Spirit keep coming on a daily basis. . .today I will share love and joy with my grandchildren. I will be at peace, knowing God will go with me as I travel the 70 miles to see them. I'm guessing there will be a few moments requiring the rest of the fruit, as I relate to their four precious personalities. As you end your week, take a moment and reflect on the evidence of the fruit of the Holy Spirit in your life. It is, after all, what will show others you are a disciple of Jesus Christ. (See Matthew 7:15-20 for verification. . .and have a good week-end!)
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Thursday Thoughts
Last night I had the opportunity to help three young girls create a scrapbook page. They will be attending a church campout next week-end, and are given opportunities to earn "bucks" for items submitted. Other possibilities they can choose from include craft projects and baked goods.
Around fifteen years ago, scrapbooking was something I really enjoyed doing. My sister-in-law sold "Creative Memories" products, so with each visit to their home I came away with more paper, albums, stickers and gadgets to make creativity easier. Unfortunately, if you visit my home, there are more albums waiting to be done than those completed. It seemed, at the time, I had the desire and interest to do scrapbooking, but failed to find the free time to do it.
As I worked with the girls, I found myself thinking about all those unfinished projects. Being retired, I certainly could carve out time to work on them again. But somehow, although I now have the time, the desire and interest were missing.
And so it is, I must resort back to the words of Ecclesiastes 3. . ."To everything [turn, turn, turn], there is a season [turn, turn, turn], and a time for every purpose under heaven." Did I catch you singing? The best I can do is daily wake up asking God a question. "What, Lord, can I do today to best make use of my time for your purposes?"
The answer for tomorrow is an easy one. I will be off to Williston to see the grandchildren's VBS program. I'm so thankful He has given them to me to love and nurture, preparing them for such a time they, too, will devote their time for His purposes. Life is good!
Around fifteen years ago, scrapbooking was something I really enjoyed doing. My sister-in-law sold "Creative Memories" products, so with each visit to their home I came away with more paper, albums, stickers and gadgets to make creativity easier. Unfortunately, if you visit my home, there are more albums waiting to be done than those completed. It seemed, at the time, I had the desire and interest to do scrapbooking, but failed to find the free time to do it.
As I worked with the girls, I found myself thinking about all those unfinished projects. Being retired, I certainly could carve out time to work on them again. But somehow, although I now have the time, the desire and interest were missing.
And so it is, I must resort back to the words of Ecclesiastes 3. . ."To everything [turn, turn, turn], there is a season [turn, turn, turn], and a time for every purpose under heaven." Did I catch you singing? The best I can do is daily wake up asking God a question. "What, Lord, can I do today to best make use of my time for your purposes?"
The answer for tomorrow is an easy one. I will be off to Williston to see the grandchildren's VBS program. I'm so thankful He has given them to me to love and nurture, preparing them for such a time they, too, will devote their time for His purposes. Life is good!
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Wednesday Wisdom
When I think about wisdom, one of the first things which comes to mind is the book of Proverbs. It was written by Solomon, who was known for his great wisdom. According to 1 Kings 4:29-30, "God gave Solomon wisdom and very great insight, and a breadth of understanding as measureless as the sand on the seashore." Having been to Florida, California and Hawaii, I've seen a lot of sand, and can understand why the word "measureless" was used to describe it. Equating this to Solomon's wisdom, I'm guessing the book of Proverbs is only a sampling of what he knew.
A good passage to remember from Proverbs is found in chapter 9, verses 9 and 10: Instruct a wise man and he will be wiser still; teach a righteous man and he will add to his learning. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the wisest, how would you rate yourself on a wisdom scale? In this modern day of technology, we have the advantage of search tools on our computers, phones and other devices. If we question a fact, it takes only a few keystrokes to bring up an answer. Then again, anyone can post anything on the Internet, so one also has to use wisdom in deciding which answers to believe.
Today, I was reminded there are times we neglect to use some of the wisdom stored away in the corners of our brains. For example, when using a tool to dig out dandelions, it would be wise to wear gloves. Not doing so results in a big blister on the palm of your hand. Let's see if I can remember this for next time. . .after my blister heals!
Another piece of wisdom turned up missing today, as well. It's called remembering to look at the calendar each morning to see what is scheduled for the day. Because of this, a scheduled appointment was missed. It wouldn't have been so bad, except this seems to be a recurring problem for me in retirement.
Thankfully, one thing I haven't forgotten is how much God loves me. His Word, as recorded in the Bible, is the greatest source of wisdom. It remains true and constant even through the times my earthly wisdom fails me. There is comfort in this thought!
A good passage to remember from Proverbs is found in chapter 9, verses 9 and 10: Instruct a wise man and he will be wiser still; teach a righteous man and he will add to his learning. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the wisest, how would you rate yourself on a wisdom scale? In this modern day of technology, we have the advantage of search tools on our computers, phones and other devices. If we question a fact, it takes only a few keystrokes to bring up an answer. Then again, anyone can post anything on the Internet, so one also has to use wisdom in deciding which answers to believe.
Today, I was reminded there are times we neglect to use some of the wisdom stored away in the corners of our brains. For example, when using a tool to dig out dandelions, it would be wise to wear gloves. Not doing so results in a big blister on the palm of your hand. Let's see if I can remember this for next time. . .after my blister heals!
Another piece of wisdom turned up missing today, as well. It's called remembering to look at the calendar each morning to see what is scheduled for the day. Because of this, a scheduled appointment was missed. It wouldn't have been so bad, except this seems to be a recurring problem for me in retirement.
Thankfully, one thing I haven't forgotten is how much God loves me. His Word, as recorded in the Bible, is the greatest source of wisdom. It remains true and constant even through the times my earthly wisdom fails me. There is comfort in this thought!
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Tuesday Triumphs
Interestingly, the word "triumph" can be both a noun and a verb. Used as a noun, it means a victory or achievement. Changing to a verb, it becomes the act of achieving a victory or being successful. As I look back on the past week, do I see any triumphs?
Last Friday I was successful at getting a garden planted. Over the last two evenings I completed planting the flowers purchased to brighten my yard over the summer. God even rewarded my efforts by sending a good rain to give everything a good watering. [Please do not mention this to any of the farmers in the area. They are not a big fan of rain until after the crops are planted!]
Perhaps the best achievement by far, however, was taking the time to read a book. Since I was a little girl, I have always loved to read. My house has an overwhelming amount of possibilities on hand, should I ever get an inkling to read. One would think retirement would be a time when lots of books would be read, but instead I find myself delegating it to the end of my "to do" list and rarely take the time. That is, until this last week.
It all started with a stop at the meat market in Beulah, ND last Thursday. We had purchased part of a beef and this was the place it was cut and wrapped. A bonus surprise was finding the owners also maintained a small selection of items for sale, including books and gift items. It was like a miniature Bible Book Store, and I found myself browsing while Bert helped load our coolers.
As I turned the display rack to check out the books, one in particular caught my eye. "The Harbinger" by Jonathan Cahn. My brain reminded me of a time when this title had been mentioned while visiting with a friend. Picking the book off the rack, I proceeded to read the rest of the cover.
A subtitle indicated the book was about "the ancient mystery that holds the secret of America's future". Reviews included words such as "extraordinary", "stunning" and "mind blowing". It was a New York Times best seller, and over 1,000,000 copies had been sold. Turning to the back of the cover, I learned this mystery is behind everything from 9/11 to the collapse of the global economy.
Making a quick decision, I made the purchase and proceeded to start reading while we made our way home, approximately a three hour drive. It proved to be one of those books you didn't want to put down, with each chapter revealing more interesting facts comparing the history of the United States to a pattern of events played out in Biblical times in the history of Israel.
Both countries were started with a Godly foundation, and both turned away from God as time went on. Eventually, God removed His hedge of protection, leaving them vulnerable to attack. The similarities between historical events are, as the review so aptly stated, "mind blowing".
It is a book I feel every American should read. It certainly was an eye opener to me about the events surrounding the 9/11 attacks in New York City, and the things which have taken place since then. It closes with a challenge to everyone who reads the book, showing the need to recommit our nation to God.
And so, as one of my triumphs for the week, I add to my list of books read one entitled "The Harbinger". If you are interested in learning more about the book, check out this link to an interview Pat Robinson had with the author on his television show, "The 700 Club". www.cbn.com/tv/1471942971001 If you don't want to purchase the book, check with your local library and see if they have it available. You won't be disappointed!
Last Friday I was successful at getting a garden planted. Over the last two evenings I completed planting the flowers purchased to brighten my yard over the summer. God even rewarded my efforts by sending a good rain to give everything a good watering. [Please do not mention this to any of the farmers in the area. They are not a big fan of rain until after the crops are planted!]
Perhaps the best achievement by far, however, was taking the time to read a book. Since I was a little girl, I have always loved to read. My house has an overwhelming amount of possibilities on hand, should I ever get an inkling to read. One would think retirement would be a time when lots of books would be read, but instead I find myself delegating it to the end of my "to do" list and rarely take the time. That is, until this last week.
It all started with a stop at the meat market in Beulah, ND last Thursday. We had purchased part of a beef and this was the place it was cut and wrapped. A bonus surprise was finding the owners also maintained a small selection of items for sale, including books and gift items. It was like a miniature Bible Book Store, and I found myself browsing while Bert helped load our coolers.
As I turned the display rack to check out the books, one in particular caught my eye. "The Harbinger" by Jonathan Cahn. My brain reminded me of a time when this title had been mentioned while visiting with a friend. Picking the book off the rack, I proceeded to read the rest of the cover.
A subtitle indicated the book was about "the ancient mystery that holds the secret of America's future". Reviews included words such as "extraordinary", "stunning" and "mind blowing". It was a New York Times best seller, and over 1,000,000 copies had been sold. Turning to the back of the cover, I learned this mystery is behind everything from 9/11 to the collapse of the global economy.
Making a quick decision, I made the purchase and proceeded to start reading while we made our way home, approximately a three hour drive. It proved to be one of those books you didn't want to put down, with each chapter revealing more interesting facts comparing the history of the United States to a pattern of events played out in Biblical times in the history of Israel.
Both countries were started with a Godly foundation, and both turned away from God as time went on. Eventually, God removed His hedge of protection, leaving them vulnerable to attack. The similarities between historical events are, as the review so aptly stated, "mind blowing".
It is a book I feel every American should read. It certainly was an eye opener to me about the events surrounding the 9/11 attacks in New York City, and the things which have taken place since then. It closes with a challenge to everyone who reads the book, showing the need to recommit our nation to God.
And so, as one of my triumphs for the week, I add to my list of books read one entitled "The Harbinger". If you are interested in learning more about the book, check out this link to an interview Pat Robinson had with the author on his television show, "The 700 Club". www.cbn.com/tv/1471942971001 If you don't want to purchase the book, check with your local library and see if they have it available. You won't be disappointed!
Monday, June 2, 2014
Monday Moments
A typical Monday in my world starts with a 9:00am "Women on Weights" exercise class at the "Lighten Up Wellness Center". But today was not a typical Monday. Instead, shortly after 8:00am I found myself driving down the road to Minot in someone else's car. The call came last evening from Bert's aunt, Arlene. She had a funeral to attend, and no one in her family was available to drive her. . .and they didn't want her to drive herself. Would I be available to assist?
This, I'm finding, is one of the blessings of retirement. No longer is the schedule set in stone and I have the freedom to change my plans "at the drop of a hat", if need be. And so it was, Arlene and I had an enjoyable ride to and from Minot. While she attended the funeral, I was able to walk around the mall and even found some bargains.
The special moment came when Arlene mentioned tomorrow would have been her husband Fred's 80th birthday. He was taken from this life when he was but 42 years old, leaving Arlene to raise their 7 children by herself. Their youngest was only 2 years old at the time of his death. It certainly didn't seem fair when cancer took his life.
As we visited, I found myself asking how they met, and learned it was at a church banquet. Their second outing together was to a "fellowship meeting" of church people in a different community. It was shortly after this he had to return to his army post, and they kept in touch through letters. It was said they had to hire another postal worker to handle all the mail!
Sharing this time with Arlene made me miss my mother, who was taken from us 22 years ago at the age of 68. Why was it I never took the time to ask her these same questions about how she met my dad and where they had their first date? I reasoned it was because the first 20 years of my life were very self-focused. The next 20 years were devoted to my own marriage and raising 2 children. By the time I realized I should have asked the questions, she was gone.
The older I get, the more I find myself wanting to hear other people's stories. God has given each of us a journey in life, with no two being alike. Psalm 139 is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible. It is all about how well God knows us. He knows every detail of our life, right down to the very thoughts we think. The chapter goes on to say there is no where we can go to escape God. Verse 16 is perhaps my favorite. . ."Your [God's] eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be. Nothing is a surprise to God. Not the loss of a husband when he was only 42 years old, or the loss of a mother at the age of 68.
What is my point in all this? Take the time. Take the time to ask the questions before it's too late. Cherish precious moments with those you love, and while you're at it, thank God for providing them!
This, I'm finding, is one of the blessings of retirement. No longer is the schedule set in stone and I have the freedom to change my plans "at the drop of a hat", if need be. And so it was, Arlene and I had an enjoyable ride to and from Minot. While she attended the funeral, I was able to walk around the mall and even found some bargains.
The special moment came when Arlene mentioned tomorrow would have been her husband Fred's 80th birthday. He was taken from this life when he was but 42 years old, leaving Arlene to raise their 7 children by herself. Their youngest was only 2 years old at the time of his death. It certainly didn't seem fair when cancer took his life.
As we visited, I found myself asking how they met, and learned it was at a church banquet. Their second outing together was to a "fellowship meeting" of church people in a different community. It was shortly after this he had to return to his army post, and they kept in touch through letters. It was said they had to hire another postal worker to handle all the mail!
Sharing this time with Arlene made me miss my mother, who was taken from us 22 years ago at the age of 68. Why was it I never took the time to ask her these same questions about how she met my dad and where they had their first date? I reasoned it was because the first 20 years of my life were very self-focused. The next 20 years were devoted to my own marriage and raising 2 children. By the time I realized I should have asked the questions, she was gone.
The older I get, the more I find myself wanting to hear other people's stories. God has given each of us a journey in life, with no two being alike. Psalm 139 is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible. It is all about how well God knows us. He knows every detail of our life, right down to the very thoughts we think. The chapter goes on to say there is no where we can go to escape God. Verse 16 is perhaps my favorite. . ."Your [God's] eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be. Nothing is a surprise to God. Not the loss of a husband when he was only 42 years old, or the loss of a mother at the age of 68.
What is my point in all this? Take the time. Take the time to ask the questions before it's too late. Cherish precious moments with those you love, and while you're at it, thank God for providing them!
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Let's Try This Again!
There seems to be a problem when it comes to me maintaining a blog. After a few entries, interest wanes and things once again move to "the back burner". It has been nearly a year since my last entry, and lately I've been sensing I should try again. . . .and be more disciplined. Will it work? Let's just say I won't make any promises, but will give it another go.
Several ideas have been going through my head. One is to have a theme for each day of the week. For example, categories such as:
SUNDAY SONGS (sharing words to a song which has spoken to my heart during the week)
MONDAY MOMENTS (sharing some small event in my week that has been a blessing)
TUESDAY TRIUMPHS (sharing some small victory in my life)
WEDNESDAY WISDOM (random bits of knowledge)
THURSDAY THOUGHTS (something to ponder)
FRIDAY FRUIT (evidence of the Fruit of the Spirit at work)
SATURDAY SEEKING (new writings or sharing from the past of God in my everyday world)
What better time to start than on the first of the month falling on the first day of the week? So, for starters, I will share the words to an old hymn which came up at our Bible Study tonight. We are taking in a teaching entitled "FREE" by Andy Stanley (son of television preacher Charles Stanley). We have watched three of the four videos, and tonight were challenged to by three "D's": DECLARE "Sin is not my master", DECIDE not to let sin rule in your life and DEVOTE every part of your body to living for Christ.
The song which came to mind was "Take My Life and Let It Be" with words by Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879) and music by H. A. Cesar Malan (1787--1864) The words as listed in our church's hymnbook are as follows:
Always, only for my King.
Always, only for my King.
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
It shall be Thy royal throne.
In checking with lyric listings on the Internet, I find the arrangement of the words in the verses are not always the same, as well as additional wording for two more verses:
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Life, hands, feet, voice, wealth, moments, will, heart, lips, intellect and love. . .take it all, Lord & use it as You will!
Several ideas have been going through my head. One is to have a theme for each day of the week. For example, categories such as:
SUNDAY SONGS (sharing words to a song which has spoken to my heart during the week)
MONDAY MOMENTS (sharing some small event in my week that has been a blessing)
TUESDAY TRIUMPHS (sharing some small victory in my life)
WEDNESDAY WISDOM (random bits of knowledge)
THURSDAY THOUGHTS (something to ponder)
FRIDAY FRUIT (evidence of the Fruit of the Spirit at work)
SATURDAY SEEKING (new writings or sharing from the past of God in my everyday world)
What better time to start than on the first of the month falling on the first day of the week? So, for starters, I will share the words to an old hymn which came up at our Bible Study tonight. We are taking in a teaching entitled "FREE" by Andy Stanley (son of television preacher Charles Stanley). We have watched three of the four videos, and tonight were challenged to by three "D's": DECLARE "Sin is not my master", DECIDE not to let sin rule in your life and DEVOTE every part of your body to living for Christ.
The song which came to mind was "Take My Life and Let It Be" with words by Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879) and music by H. A. Cesar Malan (1787--1864) The words as listed in our church's hymnbook are as follows:
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing,Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Always, only for my King.
Always, only for my King.
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
It shall be Thy royal throne.
In checking with lyric listings on the Internet, I find the arrangement of the words in the verses are not always the same, as well as additional wording for two more verses:
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Life, hands, feet, voice, wealth, moments, will, heart, lips, intellect and love. . .take it all, Lord & use it as You will!
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