A rare attempt at an old favorite:
cross-country skiing!
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Friday, January 24, 2020
"I Will Carry You"
Finally being able to carry my own baby nephew
brings fresh perspective on God's promise to us in Isaiah 46:4.
"I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you."
His loving care and concern for you and me are far beyond that of me (or even of his mother!) toward my helpless, dependent nephew.
Monday, January 20, 2020
Do We Store Away Jesus Too?
The past few days brought back yearly jobs of taking down and packing away Christmas decorations that had lit up our home and helped us celebrate the birth of our Saviour once again. I couldn't help but remember the lyrics of a song I grew up hearing on cassette tape.
He braced that old ladder with all of His might
And shouted, "Dad have no fear"
As I stretched high to store the stockings and trim
in the attic for another year.
We were busily packing our Christmas away
While singing a carol we knew
When I heard my son in innocence inquire
"Do we store away Jesus too?"
I smiled at my boy as again I explained
God's longing to reconcile
How He gave to the world the gift of new life
When His yearning became Mary's child
Though surrounded by all of man's goods we embrace
The hope of that Bethlehem night
We will never store this blessed gift away
With the tinsel and colored lights
All year long
We must worship day by day
All year long
Tis the season to obey
May the Christmas tree lights
And the sleigh ride at night
Remind us all to stay in God's presence
All year long
Written by Larnelle Harris, Dave Clark and Nick Robertson, sung by Larnelle Harris
Lyrics from eLyrics.net
Saturday, January 18, 2020
The Promise of Summer
Sometimes in mid-winter it is good to see pictures from hot summer days and the flowers they produce.
"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease." - (God's promise to us recorded in Genesis 8:22)
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Winter Lights
The days are short and often dark in this cold season.
But we find special ways to enjoy light and color anyway.
Friday, January 3, 2020
I Have Forgot
Sometimes I wake, and, lo, I have forgot,
And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!
My soul that was at rest now resteth not,
For I am with myself and not with Thee;
Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,
Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity:
Oh, Thou who knowest, save Thy child forlorn.
Diary of an Old Soul, January 3rd
by George MacDonald
