The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it. -Psalm 24:1
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The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, [and all that fills it ] the world and those who dwell therein, for he has founded it upon the seas and established it upon the rivers. Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord? And who shall stand in his holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not lift up his soul to what is false and does not swear deceitfully. He will receive blessing from the Lord and righteousness from the God of his salvation. Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek the face of the God of Jacob. Selah -Psalm 24:1-6 The journey upward is often difficult and challenging… …but the end is always worth it. Even when the journey is rugged and the terrain is formidable… …don’t forget to look around and enjoy the view. It may appear that you are […]
I’m grateful to report that I survived my past week as a single-parent while the Preacher was out of town for a Pastor’s Conference. It was only 4 days and 3 nights, but at 33 weeks pregnant with four kids, it felt a bit more like weeks! I have no major disasters to report except for a bloody nose, some shattered glassware, a tipped-over grocery cart, later-than-usual bedtimes, more-dramatic-than-necessary fights, and a disturbing amount of chicken nuggets consumed. Oh, and there was that particular situation where a certain four year old feared he would not make it to the restroom in time, and frantically broadcasted the news to the entire store while wailing and clutching his backside. That’s all, really. Otherwise, my children were a blessing. My oldest, who turns 9 this coming week, rose early, served up breakfast to his brothers, administered band-aids, packed lunches on school day, gave […]
My lovely guest today is Christian, from ModObject at Home. We seem to be kindred spirits though we’ve never met each other in person. I’m grateful for her being here: I sat on the sideline at soccer practice bouncing the baby on my knee while keeping one eye on my soccer player and the other eye on my playground adventurer. “These days, I’m feeling pretty useless in the kingdom of God,” I confided to the friend who was sitting next to me. Between managing our home, nurturing my marriage, training children, caring for the baby, overseeing schoolwork, and trying {but often failing} to do it all with kindness and love it seemed as though there was nothing left of me for anyone or anything else. Certainly, there is an ebb and flow to the demands of daily life, but on that autumn day I felt as though I was permanently […]
I’m still getting up early everyday. In fact, I’ve acquired such a taste for the solitude of dawn, that I’m quite unsettled if I don’t make time to get my heart “happy in the Lord,” as George Mueller described in his autobiography: I saw more clearly than ever that the first great and primary business to which I ought to attend every day was, to have my soul happy in the Lord. The first thing to be concerned about was not how much I might serve the Lord, how I might glorify the Lord; but how I might get my soul into a happy state, and how my inner man might be nourished. Lately, to cap off my early morning’s celebration of God’s goodness, I’ve been taking a 20 minute walk in the neighborhood. My sweetheart goes before I do, and prays as he walks. I, however, have become quite […]
I do a lot of thinking while I work with my hands. And now that summer is finally upon us, I intend to think myself silly contemplate quietly while I complete the pillows you all so kindly weighed in on. I’ve also got some thinking opportunities swirling around my head in the form of Anthropologie copycat projects, but we’ll see if I ever get to that level of rumination. For now, I’ve been busying my fingers finishing a merino wool/alpaca cap for my man. Yes, I realize it is almost 90 degrees out, but I figure if I do a few stitches a day, he might actually get to wear it next Christmas. With a gazillion single crochets stitched by my amateur fingers, I am sure I will log a hundred hours and have the world all figured out in my head by the time I’m through. Number 1′s also […]
If our treasure is here on earth, then everyday of our lives we are moving further away from our treasure, resulting in fear and uncertainty. If our treasure is in heaven, then everyday of our lives we are moving closer to our treasure, resulting in hope and confidence. I don’t know why I’ve never thought of life this way. How much this sheds light on why there have been times in my life I’ve feared death or felt ambivalent towards heaven. These thoughts were the crux of one message shared by Randy Alcorn this weekend at a conference we were privileged to attend. The sadness over our missing dog was temporarily eclipsed by the wise teachings of Dr. Wayne Grudem and Randy Alcorn, addressing issues of earth (money, business, suffering, poverty), as well as treasures and glories of heaven that await us. My husband was invited to a pastors’ lunch […]
May I grow in grace: He who grows in grace remembers that he is but dust, and he therefore does not expect his fellow Christians to be anything more. He overlooks ten thousand of their faults, because he knows his God overlooks twenty thousand in his own case. He does not expect perfection in the creature, and, therefore, he is not disappointed when he does not find it. Charles Spurgeon, from his sermon, “Ripe Fruit”
I had two experiences yesterday that called me to attention. This exercise in reflection takes me outside the usual scope of my blogging format. Thanks for affording me this little moment in my personal journey. Earlier in the evening: “Mama, I want to go on a date with you. At nighttime.” “Where would we go?” I ask my oldest. “To Pappadeaux. Then I would take some of the money in my piggybank and buy you something.” “That’s sweet of you, honey,” I said, “but you don’t have to buy me anything. What do you like at Pappadeaux, anyway?” “Um…I would eat their mini corn dogs.” I laughed, and then said something non-committal, as I was tired and not taking this conversation seriously. He sweetly kissed me goodnight, and went to bed. But then I got to thinking. So much talking happens in this house, but sometimes very little listening. And […]
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