Summer is just what I want after a cold winter and spring. Finally it is here. But if I had lovely days all the time, would I be grateful all the time? My human nature wants to find something to complain about. So when the days turn blustery and wet when I hoped for a dry warm day, I pray that God would help me to have a thankful heart for the many blessings He has bestowed!
A tiny crocheted guinea pig no bigger than my cell phone (not a smart phone, just a simple cell phone) now lives at my grandson’s house. He is nine. He has so many stuffed animals on his bed that I asked him where he slept. He assured me there was room for him. What does he want for his birthday–next September? Already he has decided. A crocheted monkey.
I am meant to cast the shadow of the one who created me. So often I do not. Often, I think the sun shines on me so I can be the one who is the most important. But the true meaning and joy of living comes when I realize that the shadow people see as God’s light shines on me is His shadow–the One who created and loves me, the Jesus whose birth we celebrate!
THIS CHILD OF GRACE
This Child of Grace of Christmas fame
was sent to us who fail at life,
who struggle to find peace and hope,
but spend our lives in sin and strife.
This Child of Grace, one sent from God
for love of men who do not know
that through His grace this Child gives hope,
that life with peace from Him could grow.
This Child of Grace, the perfect One,
this Child of Grace, the worthy One,
who left His throne in heaven above—
this Child of Grace, God’s only Son.
WHO IS THIS JESUS?
Who is this Jesus, He who came
to earth from heav’n in human garb,
proclaimed Himself as one with God,
and died for men. Against men’s barbs
of unbelief, He called himself,
“I am”—the name of God, the One
Creator God who made all things
that now exist. He is the Son,
and He is God who rules all things.
When time is done, His righteousness
will rule and all will bend the knee
for He will end all wickedness.
Who is this Jesus, He who came
to earth from heav’n in human form
to bring true life to men on earth,
to give to all a bright new morn.
Thanksgiving Day is over, but thanksgiving never should be. I posted this picture of Christmas in lights to remind us: the most wonderful reason to be thankful is that God Himself came down to earth and took on human form. Because of Jesus coming to earth, suffering, and dying, we have access to God through Him. That is the greatest reason to give thanks that I can ever think of!
A story of life
A story of death
A story of earth
A story of heaven
A story of hope
A story of life
God’s story to us
The story of Jesus
And so we end a day with the special memory of the Terrorists’ attack on our country on September 11, 2001, It was an event that never fades from the memory of those who lived through that day. As I remember, I pray for God’s grace to protect our country and draw us back to Him.
“God Bless America by Irving Berlin”
“God Bless America, land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam.
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
God Bless America, my home sweet home.”
Today, we in the United States celebrated the 242nd birthday of our great nation. I am so thankful that He has blessed us and I can worship Him freely. What a gift from our Creator! As I view events in many parts of Africa and Asia and watch Christians suffer, losing everything and even their lives for their faith, I pray for them, wondering why it is so for them and we are so blessed. But I realize that God does not ask me to always understand, but to be thankful for His blessings.
Good to remember Dad! Wish all dads were there for their children! Thanks to A Momma’s View!
While Father’s Day has passed I still wanted to bring up this little tribute to dad’s everywhere as a Blast Of The Past. While it’s a tribute to every father, it’s one especially for my dad. It would have been my dad’s 97th birthday this month and of course it’s one of the times I think of him the most. All those little special moments come to mind and it’s beautiful to relive them by telling the stories to my children. Stories just like the one about the ant hill…
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My daughter was sharing something that happened with me the other day and one phrase was, “and this little old lady”.
“Little old lady,” I interrupted, laughing. “That’s me. I am your little old lady.” I don’t think she realized I qualified even though I have been retired almost 10 years. I said, “Yes, when they talk about elderly parents, that’s me.”
I don’t mind growing old. I just pray I will not become a crotchety old person, but one who has learned to roll with life’s punches and still reflect the joy of Jesus.