As the sun in the wide-open blue makes its way, And I wake with a new day before, I sit and I think about the gift of a day, And I wonder what my Lord has in store. Will I walk the straight path with my eyes on the prize? Will I act with the Kingdom in mind? Or will I wander and fall to the enemy's lies, As I chase selfish things I might find. Lord Jesus may I live this day as would you, With joy and with Your confident peace. Help me do all the things you would have me to do, Then let worries for tomorrow all cease. When I lay in my bed or my grave for the night, And this day, or the last is all through, I want to know that I've lived with your Kingdom in sight, And every moment was lived, for You. I want to shine in the darkness I want to sing from my heart I want to live for you, Jesus Take my life, every part
The Lord will defend me.
My God will weave his righteous tapestry in the threads of my life.
When I feel lost and uncertain of my way, I know my God is still guiding my steps.
God, you are my aim. My goal. My purpose.
Difficulties will come, but I need not fear or dread them.
My trials are but opportunities to see You at work; to feel Your mighty hand guiding me, leading me, pulling me in to Your loving embrace.
I praise You, my Lord and my God, creator of all.
The One who made me.
The One who loves me.
The One who sustains me.
The One who holds me tight, and will not let me go.
He kicked the flat tire and left his car baking in the sun.
It was a signal his irritation had reached a tipping point.
His brain was all jumbled by a flamboyant appetite for fun.
But the troubles along the way had left him out of joint.
Would he heed at last the sound
Of the truth he’d found?
Instead of break him,
The trials make him.
Would his life disclose the bliss
In wild pursuit of a skirt, he left his beloved for a temporary Venus. But when the cash for goods exchange was through, the rosy lens faded, briefly removing the cloak from his eye and revealing what had become the cruel prison of his desire.
Words from The Sunday Whirl : pursuit, prison, lens, wild, cruel, Venus, cloak, become, beloved, cash, goods, skirt
We are studying the book of James in our group at church. The scripture for this Wednesday is below. When I took a look at Brenda’s word list, I couldn’t resist. It just fit too well. . . in two sentences even.
Where do wars and fights come from among you? Do they not come from your desires for pleasure that war in your members? 2 You lust and do not have. You murder and covet and cannot obtain. You fight and war. Yet you do not have because you do not ask. 3 You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss, that you may spend it on your pleasures. 4 Adulterers and adulteresses! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Whoever therefore wants to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.
– James 4:1-4
Thankfulness is gone
Black Friday is Black Thursday
Always wanting more
I have dreamed of a time when my heart is nestled safely in Faith’s home. Where there is not a degree of space for doubt to live nor opportunity for its conniving hand to come knocking.
In my vision, I would stay in this home for a lifetime, my feet graced by a floor becoming ever more solid with the passing years. I would have no fear of the forces outside. I could not be persuaded to leave no matter how massive the coming storm.
If, beyond the walls, a distracting cacophony should urge me to leave for a period, I would not be tempted to even glimpse through a peep-hole in the back door. I would rest safely in Faith’s home until my time to go. And as I move into a place where no walls are needed, those around me will give tribute to the Builder of the home, where I rested, for a lifetime.
Below is a poem I wrote more than ten years ago and sent to poetry.com. I have hesitated to post it on my blog because, quite frankly, it’s a little embarrassing. Despite that, I have decided to swallow my pride and post it for several reasons. First, I have felt like I should for a while now. Second, I need another post for this month. (I try to at LEAST do three a month.) And finally, since I am not feeling this way at the moment – hopefully learning a few things since then – you don’t have to feel sorry for me or be amazed at my pity party. I am VERY blessed, as are many of us. However, my guess is that some others have felt this way at times, so maybe you can relate. If I am the only one that has ever felt this way, don’t tell me. It will just make me feel bad. 😉
Life is hollow.
Striving, Reaching, Struggling.
Close, but never there. Grasping.
Not quite good enough,
Not quite quick enough,
Not quite old or young enough.
A life full of not quite enough money,
Not quite enough time,
Not quite enough talent.
A life of almost good enough,
Almost correct and almost right.
Hoards of I-wish-I’d-done-thats.
Regrets scattered everywhere.
Success seems scarce, Yet blessings abound.
Self pity is sickening.
The end of life. A talk with God.
The unimaginable happens.
“Well done, good and faithful servant.”
Nothing else will matter at all.
“His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’
— Matthew 25:23 NKJV