Love listening to the waterfall babbling. Did I pack the books in the attic? There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad Psalm 46:4. A word to grab hold of and run with, with unrestrained fervor. Tonight as I write this, the dishes are not quite put away. I recall the seven I hit last summer, a record I don't care to break. I spent many hours looking at the details in the images and traveling back in time through the rich history of America. I empty myself of my own rebellious independence and self-reliance by realizing that I am not able, either to be independent or to remove it from my life.
So, again I find myself faced with the possibility of labeling my year. Ways that remind me of His great love for us all. I highly recommend this book! My guess is the heat has gotten to be too much and fearing colapse, he jumped to safety. An emptying of self to make room for Jesus. I hope maybe its just a garbage fire or burning brush, but then I notice a man on the roof with a garden hose. I received this book from Blogging for books in exchange for my honest review. Although its a ranch, it was still a long way to jump.
Advent used to be and to some still is a fast, not a feast. I received this book from Blogging for books in exchange for my honest review. All these dark days work together for our good. Kit Hendricks has put together a stunning tribute and great gift for those who love America and love the flag! I want to live my year not not a stream, a babbling brook, or a creek, but as a river! One of the keys to understanding the peace Jesus gives is understanding what the word means. I pretty much always want to shout out that they just got smoked by a girl.
This is for our benefit. A month and lots of thought, hadn't produced a name that seemed to fit him. Or how about Jeremiah 17:8 For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit. Leaky Gut certainly is a buzz word of sorts in our day. The hopelessness I sometimes feel is never the kind that doubts my salvation. He competes everything within us—our salvation, our reconciliation, our righteousness. Going on an international mission trip without us.
Are you wavering between putting on your happy mask and forcing yourself to skip down the tinsel decked road toward Christmas, or stumbling truthfully down the tearstained path toward the manger? I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. He continues to provide in ways that astound me. Insight is one thing, but getting it ingrained in you and acting on it another thing entirely. Dressed up and in high heels I know I'm of no help. It all may seem just. There were no nail-biting angels watching as He brought His own blood to the Father.
It is more like a wish. The great thing about Advent is who is doing the coming. Three rows of potatoes are up and running strong. They are beautiful, but more rare, I'll settle for the Cuckoo's for now. The loss seems greater than what we have left, the fear so heavy, the loneliness all-encompassing.
He wants us to be ready to grow and be changed. I took the opportunity to ride today, the first time in nearly 4 months. The cover should have been a bunch of bottles of pills and an empty wallet. Relatively few nations exist with the capacity to launch a conventional or nuclear offense against us, but as Mr. Remember who you are, sweet daughter of the King: check. One of the things I have learned this past year is being reminded of the paradox of the peace of God. I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.
The Messiah was also the Man of Sorrows. The day was off to a good start. Meanwhile, school's in session for this 34-year old song crafter who has helped changed the face of contemporary praise music. There are times in this life where hope seems to seep away. Last night, I was running over the list of things-we-should-teach-before-you-move-out. As I hit the trail, I noticed the high level cirrus clouds. And, He has used some really amazing people to make that happen.
We are complete within His peace, and the opposite is also true. There was no doubt when Jesus entered the Holy of Holies with Himself as sacrifice for all our sins that He would be rejected. They got so much more. We walked around the barn peering in the knot holes, the doors and windows locked. The warmth of the house enveloped me as I slipped off my coat and boots. I see Pikes Peak shrouded in haze off to the south. While we have not relied perfectly on Him, and I will admit, there has been more of the grumbling Israelite in the wilderness in me than I wish to say, I hope you have learned that though life can be hard, God is good.
Not him; although I'm not suprised, he usually drive the big engine. I read the book from cover to cover and the steps are laid out in much detail with lots of explanation of the hows and whys of what it asks the reader to do. All we perceive is seen through a veil of tears. The frogs and crickets sing a chorus as the remaining storm clouds swirl around the full moon. The chances and risks did pay off, and in ways I never dreamed of or expected.