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Christ a heart’s Prized Possession … Reading the story of Sabina Wurmbrand.  The assurance of faith to stand as some have before another in moments of persecution and hate and say, yes Christ is more real than anything in this world, and yes HE IS MINE.  ohhh, His heart to become my Sure Stronghold.  My faith’s Resting Place ! And HOW I know He longs to reveal this heart so full of love & a Father’s embrace to His children! Am I now, without a shadow of a doubt, Forgiven eternally, with a name written in His book of books, His child? What of when I seem to have no new nature, and feel the weight of the old pulling me back down? What of when I know no definite moment when my soul knew its need FOR Jesus? Pondering this, these three questions probe my heart… Does He speak to you consistently thru His Word? Do you find the power to triumph over sin & temptation in the daily struggles of your own home/abroad? Is there a desire deep in you
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Couldn't sleep last night after waking at 3am... maybe a mixture of this flu and our new kitten tapping my mug from one end of the wooden floor to the other.  I glanced out the kitchen window to the starry night sky, one of my favorite of His creations.  oh the wondrous twinkling glitter.  Pondering life (isn't that what you do late at night??).  Pondering the astounding fact that I. am. an. aunt.  Though I still haven't held little Ada in my own arms, I love her dearly already.  Pondering how my body needs rest, yet HE never slumbers.  Opened up my Bible, and these thoughts He's been stirring in my heart. on Family relationships, desiring what HE does for each of them, and keeping a willingness to learn! Psalms 91:1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Dwelling place: a habitat.  A home.  A safe place.  A fortress, an encasing refuge around me. He who makes the choice to dwell, finds a place o
Rekindling my first love The Water on the Flames… ·          Dependence on someone other than Christ.  We were made to be dependent, but only completely on Christ!  For comfort, affirmation, wisdom, an understanding companion, for love & affection. ·          Misunderstanding of WHO He is.  The Captain and Beloved of your heart! ·          Noise & Busyness.  Martha was busy about God’s work, but Mary also knew the importance of taking the time to sit at His feet. ·          Gaze on a situation, a feeling… rather than on Him & His love, allowing all else to grow “strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace”!  Take moments to close your eyes and just delight in His love for you… Paul Washer: “without even a step to the left or to the right”!  Susanna Wesley’s kitchen apron – her sanctuary when in the midst of a busy day. Practical ways to rekindle the “spark”... ·          Remember why you are here. Living out your days not knowing His purposes
THE COMMON THINGS Ruth Bell Graham Lord, let mine be a common place while here. His was a common one; He seems so near when I am working at some ordinary task. Lord, let mine be a common one, I ask. Give me things to do that others shun, I am not so gifted or so poised, Lord, as some. I am best fitted for the common things, and I am happy so. It always brings a sense of fellowship with Him who learned to do the lowly things that others spurned: to wear simple clothes, the common dress, to gather in His arms and gently bless (and He was busy, too) a little child, to lay His hand upon the one defiled, to walk with sinners down some narrow street, to kneel Himself and wash men’s dusty feet. To ride a common foal, to work with wood, to dwell with common folk, eat common food; and then upon the city dump to die for me Lord, common things are all I ask of Thee.
“God is God. … He is worthy of my worship and my service. I will find rest nowhere but in His will, and that will is … unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what He is up to.”
I really don't think they care what version of the Bible I may be using.   I don't think most of them care what Christian religion I am.  They care about my touch, my care, my love.   My time.   They want Christ with skin on to them...