religion
The Little Things
I wrote this in 2016 one day when I was meditating on my relationship with the Lord. I’ve probably posted it but I felt I should post it again. The little things that go on between me and Him makes my life worth while because He is always there for me to keep me going in the right direction-even when my flesh wants to take me the wrong way. I’m forever grateful to my Lord for all He does for me.
The little things no one can see
The little things between you and me
The little things you point out
Only for you and me to see
You guide me to and fro
Whisper in my ear
Only for me to know
When to stay and where to go
The little things
Mean more each day
The little things that you say
Keeping me straight so I won’t stray
The little things I see and hear
Let me know you love me
Each and every day
You guide me along my way
The little things no one can see
The little things between you and me
The little things, the way you lead
Only for you and me to see
Easter Past
As I was driving home today, the calm peaceful atmosphere took me back to Easter when I was a child.
I remember we would spend the afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Pickles, friends of my mother enjoying an afternoon ride.
We spent the morning celebrating Easter at church performing in the Easter play we practiced for many days.
After having an Easter parade through the neighborhood with our friends, we ate the delicious dinner my mother made and then we were ready for our Sunday drive.
We lived in a small town bordering to different states-Kentucky and West Virginia. That day we travelled country roads and little towns until we were at the state line to West Virginia. We went back on different country roads and little towns. Mr. Pickles knew a lot of ways to get around.
The weather was pleasantly warm and breezy. The trees and beautiful flowers were in full bloom. There was excitement in the calmness of the atmosphere. That was exactly what I felt today driving home.
Did today bring back any childhood Easter memories for you?
Melania Leads the Way
Today I am posting an article written by a friend of mine. She wrote about her observation of The National Prayer Service and how she was touched by what she saw.
January 22, 2017
This has been a monumental week in the history of our country. While the people danced the night away…while the analysts examined every nuance… while the women rioted to give away their dignity and their freedoms… I watched.
It was quite a spectacle, full of rash promises and elation and despair and vitriol and wisdom. So much information. So much warfare.
And yet, for me, the most poignant moment came at a little publicized event… The National Prayer Service. The ceremony had been quite dull. Ponderous religiosity seeped through the musty air.
And then, a young blind girl with cerebral palsy sang “How Great Thou Art.” before our new President.
I sang along; the majestic old hymn rang out sweet and true.
And as the girl finished, Melania stood up.
In front of the esteemed dignitaries… In front of the lofty clergymen called to perform before our new President… she stood.
She didn’t care. She wiped away a tear and applauded.
One by one, those esteemed dignitaries… those lofty clergymen… began to rise and clap with her.
She didn’t take notice. She didn’t blink. Finally, she sat, and turning to her husband she said, “Wow.”
This woman is destined for greatness in the Kingdom. It is said she carries an Esther spirit. And I just believe that I saw her step into her new call this Saturday. I saw God put his hand out, bid her come… and she said yes. This is going to be an amazing 4 years.
How Great Thou Art
Oh Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
And when I think of God,
His son not sparing,
Sent Him to die,
I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden
gladly bearing He bled and died
to take away my sin
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
When Christ shall come
With shout of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow
With humble adoration
And then proclaim My God
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
My Jewel
J is for Jewel
You have loved me with an everlasting love. I will bless you with an eternal blessing.
You have denied yourself and honored my request. Your seed’s seed will be blessed.
You bowed your knee and gave me the glory I deserve. You live your life in such a way that everyone knows you belong to me.
I will point you in the right direction and show you the way to go. I will never leave you nor forsake you and will hold you in the palm of my hand.
You Are My Jewel