Psalm 143:8

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
Psalm 143:8

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Singing on Sunday - Jeremy Camp - Carried Me

One of my favorite poems has always been Footprints.  The cross I wear daily has footprints on one side, and the words "It was then that I carried you." on the other side.  

I am so grateful that He does carry me...

"Jesus, you have carried me, when I could not stand...."
"Jesus, you have carried me, it was always in your hands....."

Monday, February 13, 2012

Counting gifts of grace...

I'm a little behind on my

55. words of love that uplift
56. friends who care
57. cello concerts
58. glimpses of the future
59. the release of tears
60. snow!
61. and a two hour delay because of it - means extra time with the kids!
62. activities cancelled means an extra unexpected evening at home!  :)
63. friends who brought lunch to me at work today
64. a warm and cozy home on a cold and snowy day.

65. an exciting "secret" full of possibilities!
66. a Valentine's card in the mail from a secret pal!
67. an unexpected phone call that even though it was short, made me smile
68. quiet time alone this evening
69. lunch out with friends on a rainy day

70. a mostly full pantry :)
71. Kira and her dad going to the father/daughter dance
72. a mission trip meeting - looking forward to another trip to Lodge Grass
73. lunch with new members at the church
74. a sweet little girl sitting on my lap during music at Sunday school
75. my three-year-old Sunday schoolers and the dads who always stay to help!
76. bright, brilliant sunshine!

and today's gifts:
77. roses for my desk at work
78. getting lost, calling for help, finding the right place, but missing half of Kira's basketball game....praise in the hard
79. watching my girl play some great basketball!!  :)
80. having to say no to an opportunity, and a gracious daughter who understood

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Singin on Sunday - Busted Heart

This song speaks for me today.  God will hold on to our broken hearts...He will never let us go!

Friday, February 3, 2012

Five Minute Friday...Real

 Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.
We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.
Won’t you join us?
    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:


 (Gypsy Mama)

Today I got a letter in the mail from a little boy in India for whom I am a correspondence sponsor.  I don't financially sponsor him...I write letters to him, someone else sponsors him.  But I get letters written on his behalf...never from him, but about him.

Today's letter was a little different.  Still written in his behalf...but it included a photo and a hand drawn and colored Christmas card that he made for me.  Precious...and real. 

You see, Vishal lives in an area where the monthly income is around $20 a month.  He was given a financial Christmas gift and was able to purchase food for his family with it.  In the photo is my sweet heart-son, Vishal, so thin and sad...and his beautiful, and also quite thin, mother.  Between them is a pile of food,,,,that must amount to a fortune to them.  Much less than what I bring home from the grocery store for a week for myself and three kids.  Definitely much less variety.  Rather meager.  Real.

So many of us think we have "so little"....and yet, in reality...we are so abundantly blessed. 

Instead of extravagant gifts...Vishal's family bought fill their need.  To fill their stomachs.  He's so thin, my little heart-son.  "He and his family are so thankful to you for your kind support and love."  Real.  To whoever pays the financial support for Vishal...thank you so much.  I pray that the food they bought will strengthen their bodies, and allow him to grow and thrive.