I really dislike mammograms. They hurt, for one thing. Research is now saying that they aren't the best for catching cancer. And I ALWAYS have to go back for a second one, although this time I might have to have an ultrsound as well. All this after I told the tech who was doing the test that I didn't want to go back there again. Oh well.
When I got the call saying I need to go back, I just about freaked out. I cannot go through cancer treatment again. I don't want my kids being scared about me again. It was so difficult to maintain a positive attitude last time, how could I do it again? Soooo....
I am claiming good health. I do not have anything to worry about. The words I tell my kids, that I will live to be well over 100, and healthy, will not come back void. I have the divine health of the Lord because I am His kid. I am the daughter of the King, and I am kept in His hands, under His protection, at all times. I have nothing to worry about. And I will keep on singing this song:
You are the Lord that healeth me. You are the Lord my healer. You sent your Word and healed my disease, You are the Lord, my healer.
Anyway, these are my thoughts on mammograms. Horrible things, in my opinion, and I don't like horrible things. Thank you, Jesus, for my divine health. Amen.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Ember
I finished that poem I started the other night. Here it is:
The Ember
A tiny ember glowed in the dark.
It was hardly bright enough to notice,
But it made a tiny warm space in my heart.
Covered in ashes, slowly burning out,
There was no fuel to feed it.
I was slowly dying within and without.
There was a persistent knocking at my door.
Knock...knock...knock.
I couldn’t ignore it any more.
When I answered, I had an attitude.
“What do you want?” and slammed the door.
I really was quite rude.
He was a gentleman, and quietly replied
That He could help me if I would listen.
He was quite willing to be my guide.
I wasn’t about to toe His line.
I was supposed to be in charge!
Who could know better than me about my life?
Then, when my ember was almost dead,
When things that were bad went to worse,
I remembered what the gentleman had said.
I opened the door and asked Him in.
I asked what He could really do to help me.
He touched that ember, brought it to life again.
That ember began to glow,
The ashes began to fall,
And I began to hope.
He touched my heart.
He stopped the raw, bleeding wounds.
He gave me a fresh start.
What had been numb, I began to feel.
I couldn’t believe how many places I hurt
As I slowly began to heal.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell apart
Whether the problem is my body or my soul
As I deal with each issue of my heart.
As I am healed and becoming whole,
I’ll always have scars from the wounds
Because this is a lifelong process, you know.
Who was it? Who didn’t give up on me?
His name is Jesus, whom I love and trust.
He lit the fire that set me free.
The Ember
A tiny ember glowed in the dark.
It was hardly bright enough to notice,
But it made a tiny warm space in my heart.
Covered in ashes, slowly burning out,
There was no fuel to feed it.
I was slowly dying within and without.
There was a persistent knocking at my door.
Knock...knock...knock.
I couldn’t ignore it any more.
When I answered, I had an attitude.
“What do you want?” and slammed the door.
I really was quite rude.
He was a gentleman, and quietly replied
That He could help me if I would listen.
He was quite willing to be my guide.
I wasn’t about to toe His line.
I was supposed to be in charge!
Who could know better than me about my life?
Then, when my ember was almost dead,
When things that were bad went to worse,
I remembered what the gentleman had said.
I opened the door and asked Him in.
I asked what He could really do to help me.
He touched that ember, brought it to life again.
That ember began to glow,
The ashes began to fall,
And I began to hope.
He touched my heart.
He stopped the raw, bleeding wounds.
He gave me a fresh start.
What had been numb, I began to feel.
I couldn’t believe how many places I hurt
As I slowly began to heal.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell apart
Whether the problem is my body or my soul
As I deal with each issue of my heart.
As I am healed and becoming whole,
I’ll always have scars from the wounds
Because this is a lifelong process, you know.
Who was it? Who didn’t give up on me?
His name is Jesus, whom I love and trust.
He lit the fire that set me free.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Embers and Fire
I'm thinking about fire tonight. I read a couple of poems I wrote called Butterfly Wings and one called Billy and started thinking about fire for some reason. And now there's a poem in the works. So far it looks like this:
A tiny ember glowed in the dark.
It was hardly bright enough to notice,
But it made a tiny warm space in my heart.
Covered in ashes, slowly burning out,
There was no fuel to feed it,
I was slowly dying within and without.
And then I started thinking about the color of embers, and how they're red, and that's the same color of blood, and that led me to thinking about how Jesus died for us and covers us with His blood. I am so grateful that He was willing to do this for us. I know that I would not be where I am today without Jesus. I was a mess, trying to control the chaos around me and not succeeding, trying to keep the space around me calm and peaceful and getting nowhere close.
But that tiny ember got fed a little fuel called love, and turned into a flame. The flame kept getting fed love, and some hope got thrown in, and it turned into a campfire. Then the campfire turned into a bonfire because a lot more fuel got put into it -- hope, love, peace, joy, mercy, grace, righteousness, holiness, compassion, jealousy, and so much more than I can even think of right now. And that bonfire has been keeping me clean because it burns off the things that aren't from God, and makes me a better person. It makes me want to sing "Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and all that is within me. Bless His holy name." I think it's cool that everything in me, both the good and the bad, has to bow down and bless the Lord. And then I want to dance. Then I want to sing some more. And here I am, writing encouragement into me so I can have more hope and faith that I am doing what God wants me to do, and instead of going to bed I want to dance and shout for joy! God is so good!
Anyway, those were my thoughts for tonight. Embers are red. Blood is red. And red is my favorite color. Always has been. For me, red is not for anger, red is for love. Even when I was a kid and didn't know anything about God, because I was not brought up in the church. When I stop to think about it, I'm surprised I am who I am today because I sure enough shouldn't be here if all the things that have gone on in my life had come to fruition. God has had His hand on me my entire life, I just didn't know it back then. Thank you, Lord, for your mercy and grace, for your love, your peace, your joy. Time for bed now or I won't want to get up in the morning.
A tiny ember glowed in the dark.
It was hardly bright enough to notice,
But it made a tiny warm space in my heart.
Covered in ashes, slowly burning out,
There was no fuel to feed it,
I was slowly dying within and without.
And then I started thinking about the color of embers, and how they're red, and that's the same color of blood, and that led me to thinking about how Jesus died for us and covers us with His blood. I am so grateful that He was willing to do this for us. I know that I would not be where I am today without Jesus. I was a mess, trying to control the chaos around me and not succeeding, trying to keep the space around me calm and peaceful and getting nowhere close.
But that tiny ember got fed a little fuel called love, and turned into a flame. The flame kept getting fed love, and some hope got thrown in, and it turned into a campfire. Then the campfire turned into a bonfire because a lot more fuel got put into it -- hope, love, peace, joy, mercy, grace, righteousness, holiness, compassion, jealousy, and so much more than I can even think of right now. And that bonfire has been keeping me clean because it burns off the things that aren't from God, and makes me a better person. It makes me want to sing "Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and all that is within me. Bless His holy name." I think it's cool that everything in me, both the good and the bad, has to bow down and bless the Lord. And then I want to dance. Then I want to sing some more. And here I am, writing encouragement into me so I can have more hope and faith that I am doing what God wants me to do, and instead of going to bed I want to dance and shout for joy! God is so good!
Anyway, those were my thoughts for tonight. Embers are red. Blood is red. And red is my favorite color. Always has been. For me, red is not for anger, red is for love. Even when I was a kid and didn't know anything about God, because I was not brought up in the church. When I stop to think about it, I'm surprised I am who I am today because I sure enough shouldn't be here if all the things that have gone on in my life had come to fruition. God has had His hand on me my entire life, I just didn't know it back then. Thank you, Lord, for your mercy and grace, for your love, your peace, your joy. Time for bed now or I won't want to get up in the morning.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Walking With God
Driving down a country road on a dark, dark night reminds me of my walk with God.
When there is no light except the moon and stars, you have to be very careful of where you're going. You have trouble seeing, and you can't go faster than the headlights shining in front of you. If you go too fast, you could take a wrong turn and wind up in the ditch or field. When I'm in that stage, I'm all tense and anxious and trying to be in control of something I really have no control over.
When I don't slow down and listen to God, I get sidetracked into something that probably isn't good for me. Getting back on track is a lot easier than getting out of the ditch. Getting back on track requires work as well. I still need to read my Bible; I still need to pray; I still need to worship God.
God is waiting for me to turn around and come back to Him whenever I get sidetracked (and that happens often, though less now than it used to). He loves me whatever condition I'm in. And when I stay focused on Him, He lights my path and the darkness around me dissipates so I can see, especially with my spiritual eyes. When I stay focused on Him, grace and mercy cover my back, arm in arm, and I am safe. As long as I stay focused on Him, grace and mercy help to get me through whatever I'm going through. Faith helps a lot too, and gets stronger every time I have to go through a test of some kind.
I can tell the differences in my walk with God. Sometimes I see only a candle flame, beckoning me to go forward and not look back. Looking back is okay for learning the lessons, but looking back takes my focus off God and I just fall farther and farther away. The candle flame keeps me focused because I can see it even though the darkness is dissipated only a little.
As I move closer to God, the light becomes more like a campfire, warm and welcoming, keeping the darkness at bay. There is comfort in a campfire, and I like watching the embers as the fire dies down.
And the closer I get to God, the bigger and hotter the fire gets, until it's like a bonfire. That bonfire burns away the debris of sin and anything else that doesn't make me pure and holy. It's a cleansing fire, and I become refined in the fire. It doesn't hurt me, although the sound and heat make me think it would. But I come out of that bonfire a better person, stronger, more hopeful, more faithful, more enthusiastic and eager to do what God wants me to do. That fire helps me to become holy, because my God is holy.
God is great. God is good. God loves us so much, and blesses us so much, it's surprising we keep turning away from Him. I'm glad He keeps His arms open wide until I go into them so He can hold me closer than any person on this earth can.
My prayer is that I stay on the path with the light, with Jesus to lean on or carry me when I need it. I pray that for you as well.
When there is no light except the moon and stars, you have to be very careful of where you're going. You have trouble seeing, and you can't go faster than the headlights shining in front of you. If you go too fast, you could take a wrong turn and wind up in the ditch or field. When I'm in that stage, I'm all tense and anxious and trying to be in control of something I really have no control over.
When I don't slow down and listen to God, I get sidetracked into something that probably isn't good for me. Getting back on track is a lot easier than getting out of the ditch. Getting back on track requires work as well. I still need to read my Bible; I still need to pray; I still need to worship God.
God is waiting for me to turn around and come back to Him whenever I get sidetracked (and that happens often, though less now than it used to). He loves me whatever condition I'm in. And when I stay focused on Him, He lights my path and the darkness around me dissipates so I can see, especially with my spiritual eyes. When I stay focused on Him, grace and mercy cover my back, arm in arm, and I am safe. As long as I stay focused on Him, grace and mercy help to get me through whatever I'm going through. Faith helps a lot too, and gets stronger every time I have to go through a test of some kind.
I can tell the differences in my walk with God. Sometimes I see only a candle flame, beckoning me to go forward and not look back. Looking back is okay for learning the lessons, but looking back takes my focus off God and I just fall farther and farther away. The candle flame keeps me focused because I can see it even though the darkness is dissipated only a little.
As I move closer to God, the light becomes more like a campfire, warm and welcoming, keeping the darkness at bay. There is comfort in a campfire, and I like watching the embers as the fire dies down.
And the closer I get to God, the bigger and hotter the fire gets, until it's like a bonfire. That bonfire burns away the debris of sin and anything else that doesn't make me pure and holy. It's a cleansing fire, and I become refined in the fire. It doesn't hurt me, although the sound and heat make me think it would. But I come out of that bonfire a better person, stronger, more hopeful, more faithful, more enthusiastic and eager to do what God wants me to do. That fire helps me to become holy, because my God is holy.
God is great. God is good. God loves us so much, and blesses us so much, it's surprising we keep turning away from Him. I'm glad He keeps His arms open wide until I go into them so He can hold me closer than any person on this earth can.
My prayer is that I stay on the path with the light, with Jesus to lean on or carry me when I need it. I pray that for you as well.
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Sound of Grace
I was inspired by Joe Cross when he sang Amazing Grace at church Sunday, and added to something I had written some time ago. It fit so well, and I'm sure more will come.
The Sound of Grace
Titus 2:11
For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men.
John 1:17
For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
The song says, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound." The sound of "I love you" and "I forgive you" is sweet music to our ears. The sound of "I love you" brings comfort, security, and safety to our mind, our soul. The sound of "I forgive you" brings relief and release from our bondage and burdens. These sounds are so powerful they bring relief and peace to the hearer.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
I was a mess, in a deep well of depression and oppression. I was sunk so low I never saw the light and I though I would never get out.
I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind, but now I see.
I was lost in the darkness. I could not see where to go, what to do or what to seek. I was so lost, and I thought there was no way out.
But a voice called to me, softly, gently, insistently, "Come to me, I will set you free. Come to the light and you will see the path to your freedom, and if you choose it, you never be in the darkness again. Come to me and I will set you free."
I went to the light, and what I saw inspired me, so I chose the light. Now I see the Blood of Jesus and how He set me free. Free from shame, free from guilt, free from darkness and the chains that bound me.
I chose the light. Now I fly with the eagles in the sky.
I chose the light and now I see the blessings that God rains on me: life, hope, peace, joy, faithfulness, mercy, grace, and so much, much more.
I chose the light and now I know God loves me and He sets me free. He sets me free because He loves me.
But there's more to grace than sound. What about the other actions of grace? What about the no condemnation? We no longer have to feel guilty about our past. It has been wiped clean. We can feel remorse, even grief, but it should not consume us. Because of God's grace, we can hold up our head and look another person in the eye. We don't have to hide with God inside us.
Because of grace, we can show compassion, mercy and love. We can give it to others because we have received so much ourselves. Because of grace, we are supposed to BE compassion, mercy and love. Grace and mercy are linked arm in arm and are watching our backs. We are safe in our walk with God because of grace and mercy.
We have received hope, joy, peace, love. Because of grace, we are able to receive these and so much more from God. And we don't have to worry about what is expected in return because it is freely given. The price has been paid.
The death of one for the salvation of millions...
What a price!
Because we fall under grace, mercy is granted to us. We must pay a price for our actions and words, but we aren't under God's wrath, and we won't be destroyed when we fall if we turn back to God. He promised this to Noah, and proves it with a rainbow after every rain...
in the rainbow - which is part of a circle, part of the ark of God.
God isn't carried around in a special wooden box called the ark any more. He's carried around in everything around us, but WE are His living temple. We are the temples not built with hands. And God uses us to show others who He is -
The Living God. The Just God. The Mighty God. The Jealous God. God, who is Love. The God who hands out Grace and Mercy to all of us who accept Him as our God, our Lord, our Saviour.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. I agree.
But also, amazing grace, how sweet the actions and results that took a wretch like me and changed me into God's image...
Loving, compassionate, just, righteous, jealous, mighty, alive and full of light...
As long as we let Him rule.
Grace - amazing, isn't it, at what it can do.
We fall under grace. Because of our shortcomings, we fall down. We leave the favor of God. When we leave God's favor, we usually go to our knees (fall to our knees) or lay face down (fall on our faces) because of all the weight from the darkness, the burdens darkness puts upon us. When we repent, we fall down because we are seeking grace and mercy, and we are showing awe (fearful respect) at the power of God.
Ephesians 2:8, 9
8. For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the give of God:
9. Not of works, lest any man should boast.
Grace raises us out of the ashes of death like a rising Phoenix, and leads us to life - everlasting life. Grace lifts us up. And then mercy follows and we are forgiven for turning away because we have returned. We have turned around to face God again. Isn't it funny how darkness weighs us down but grace lifts us up? Grace gives us the opportunity to accept the light, to be filled with God's light, to become lighter than air so we can soar with the Holy Spirit in the heavens.
Grace is an action word. Grace is movement. Grace is sound. Grace is sweeter than honey. Grace is beautiful. Grace is from God.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
Sin and death make us darker, make us move slower and slower, becoming more bent over, more stooped, closer to the grave. Sin and death make us darker and darker, move us farther and farther from the light. They weigh us down with burdens too heavy for us to carry and we fall down. We fail.
Grace takes us towards heaven, makes us victorious, makes us free to fly, to soar.
If it wasn't for grace (and mercy, because mercy is grace's constant companion), we would never have the opportunity to live in eternal light. We would not have the opportunity to be loved and to love as God loves us. In my opinion, grace is one of the best blessings God has given us because it is among the first given to us and it lasts the longest.
The sound of grace: I love you. I forgive you.
The inner ear, where we hear the sound of grace, is made up of the hammer, anvil, stirrup, and the eardrum.
The hammer and anvil of grace: tap, tap, tap. They break the hardness of our hearts. They enable us to become more flexible, less set in our ways. The anvil helps us to become the pliable clay God can mold into His image.
Becoming pliable isn't easy. That's why there's mercy along with grace. It's hard for us to let God have His way. We want our feet in the stirrups, not His. We want to have our own way, not God's. We don't want to be led. But when we step aside and let God do His thing, even whenwe don't understand the wherefores or the whys, we become as God because we are God who lives in us. We are part of the I AM, the living God. We are cells and members of one family, one body.
Grace and mercy follow us, are a part of us, and if we are part of God, we are showing that same grace and mercy to everyone else, Christian and non-Christian alike, for we are all sinners and have fallen short in our efforts to reach holiness, to reach God.
The sound of grace:
I love you, so I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you.
God's grace. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. Amazing, isn't it, at what grace can do.
For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men.
John 1:17
For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
The song says, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound." The sound of "I love you" and "I forgive you" is sweet music to our ears. The sound of "I love you" brings comfort, security, and safety to our mind, our soul. The sound of "I forgive you" brings relief and release from our bondage and burdens. These sounds are so powerful they bring relief and peace to the hearer.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
I was a mess, in a deep well of depression and oppression. I was sunk so low I never saw the light and I though I would never get out.
I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind, but now I see.
I was lost in the darkness. I could not see where to go, what to do or what to seek. I was so lost, and I thought there was no way out.
But a voice called to me, softly, gently, insistently, "Come to me, I will set you free. Come to the light and you will see the path to your freedom, and if you choose it, you never be in the darkness again. Come to me and I will set you free."
I went to the light, and what I saw inspired me, so I chose the light. Now I see the Blood of Jesus and how He set me free. Free from shame, free from guilt, free from darkness and the chains that bound me.
I chose the light. Now I fly with the eagles in the sky.
I chose the light and now I see the blessings that God rains on me: life, hope, peace, joy, faithfulness, mercy, grace, and so much, much more.
I chose the light and now I know God loves me and He sets me free. He sets me free because He loves me.
But there's more to grace than sound. What about the other actions of grace? What about the no condemnation? We no longer have to feel guilty about our past. It has been wiped clean. We can feel remorse, even grief, but it should not consume us. Because of God's grace, we can hold up our head and look another person in the eye. We don't have to hide with God inside us.
Because of grace, we can show compassion, mercy and love. We can give it to others because we have received so much ourselves. Because of grace, we are supposed to BE compassion, mercy and love. Grace and mercy are linked arm in arm and are watching our backs. We are safe in our walk with God because of grace and mercy.
We have received hope, joy, peace, love. Because of grace, we are able to receive these and so much more from God. And we don't have to worry about what is expected in return because it is freely given. The price has been paid.
The death of one for the salvation of millions...
What a price!
Because we fall under grace, mercy is granted to us. We must pay a price for our actions and words, but we aren't under God's wrath, and we won't be destroyed when we fall if we turn back to God. He promised this to Noah, and proves it with a rainbow after every rain...
in the rainbow - which is part of a circle, part of the ark of God.
God isn't carried around in a special wooden box called the ark any more. He's carried around in everything around us, but WE are His living temple. We are the temples not built with hands. And God uses us to show others who He is -
The Living God. The Just God. The Mighty God. The Jealous God. God, who is Love. The God who hands out Grace and Mercy to all of us who accept Him as our God, our Lord, our Saviour.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. I agree.
But also, amazing grace, how sweet the actions and results that took a wretch like me and changed me into God's image...
Loving, compassionate, just, righteous, jealous, mighty, alive and full of light...
As long as we let Him rule.
Grace - amazing, isn't it, at what it can do.
We fall under grace. Because of our shortcomings, we fall down. We leave the favor of God. When we leave God's favor, we usually go to our knees (fall to our knees) or lay face down (fall on our faces) because of all the weight from the darkness, the burdens darkness puts upon us. When we repent, we fall down because we are seeking grace and mercy, and we are showing awe (fearful respect) at the power of God.
Ephesians 2:8, 9
8. For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the give of God:
9. Not of works, lest any man should boast.
Grace raises us out of the ashes of death like a rising Phoenix, and leads us to life - everlasting life. Grace lifts us up. And then mercy follows and we are forgiven for turning away because we have returned. We have turned around to face God again. Isn't it funny how darkness weighs us down but grace lifts us up? Grace gives us the opportunity to accept the light, to be filled with God's light, to become lighter than air so we can soar with the Holy Spirit in the heavens.
Grace is an action word. Grace is movement. Grace is sound. Grace is sweeter than honey. Grace is beautiful. Grace is from God.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
Sin and death make us darker, make us move slower and slower, becoming more bent over, more stooped, closer to the grave. Sin and death make us darker and darker, move us farther and farther from the light. They weigh us down with burdens too heavy for us to carry and we fall down. We fail.
Grace takes us towards heaven, makes us victorious, makes us free to fly, to soar.
If it wasn't for grace (and mercy, because mercy is grace's constant companion), we would never have the opportunity to live in eternal light. We would not have the opportunity to be loved and to love as God loves us. In my opinion, grace is one of the best blessings God has given us because it is among the first given to us and it lasts the longest.
The sound of grace: I love you. I forgive you.
The inner ear, where we hear the sound of grace, is made up of the hammer, anvil, stirrup, and the eardrum.
The hammer and anvil of grace: tap, tap, tap. They break the hardness of our hearts. They enable us to become more flexible, less set in our ways. The anvil helps us to become the pliable clay God can mold into His image.
Becoming pliable isn't easy. That's why there's mercy along with grace. It's hard for us to let God have His way. We want our feet in the stirrups, not His. We want to have our own way, not God's. We don't want to be led. But when we step aside and let God do His thing, even whenwe don't understand the wherefores or the whys, we become as God because we are God who lives in us. We are part of the I AM, the living God. We are cells and members of one family, one body.
Grace and mercy follow us, are a part of us, and if we are part of God, we are showing that same grace and mercy to everyone else, Christian and non-Christian alike, for we are all sinners and have fallen short in our efforts to reach holiness, to reach God.
The sound of grace:
I love you, so I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you.
God's grace. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. Amazing, isn't it, at what grace can do.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Time to Move
Look ahead, not behind.
Move forward, not back.
It's time to move,
So pick up your feet and go.
The Lord is ahead of us,
Not behind,
So don't look back.
Move! Don't stand still.
It's time to go forth -
To use the gifts I gave you.
It's time to make your choice.
It's time to move.
Don't look back.
Go forth into the new --
New life, new power,
New sight, new love.
Don't go back, don't stand still.
It's time to move,
So let's go!
Move forward, not back.
It's time to move,
So pick up your feet and go.
The Lord is ahead of us,
Not behind,
So don't look back.
Move! Don't stand still.
It's time to go forth -
To use the gifts I gave you.
It's time to make your choice.
It's time to move.
Don't look back.
Go forth into the new --
New life, new power,
New sight, new love.
Don't go back, don't stand still.
It's time to move,
So let's go!
More Musings
A long time in the car over the past few days. Ten hours from Moberly, MO, to Rice Lake, WI. We started at mom's. She was so happy to see us. I find it funny the girls can't get in her house or leave it without getting a hug. They so don't like to be touched. I understand why, but can't do anything about it. It will change when they get older, I'm sure.
It's funny how things get mixed up. Mom asked me if I'd heard from Jerry recently, and then informed me he'd been in the hospital with an infection in his heart. She was frantic, and putting herself into a tither worrying about him being alone, and dying alone, and all kinds of stuff. I finally scolded her for all the bad thoughts, and reminded her how I wasn't going to talk to her any more when I told her about my cancer because she had me dead and dying and I was trying to live. She says she can't help it. I think we'll have to start limiting the information we give her when something unpleasant happens. I reminded her that Jerry isn't dad; Jerry has and will have friends. If anything happens to him, someone will notify us. I hope the message got across.
It was nice to visit my home church in Newport, MN. I've missed them a lot. Sunday's teaching by Pastor Tom Marxen boilded down to forgiveness; and how we must forgive if we're going to live in the ocean with Jesus instead of in our little boat with a limited view of everything.
And the DNA of God is four parts: God, Spirit, Soul and Body. DNA in the natural has four strands as well because we were made in His image. God is triune (three in one), but His DNA is four parts. I totally get it. Thank you Lord, for my understanding, your grace, and your mercy and your love.
Here's a word:
I love you, so I forgive you.
I loved you enough to send my Son.
I loved you enough to redeem you.
I love you enough to save you.
I love you so much more than you will ever know.
Your sins are washed away with the blood of my Son.
I forgive you because I love you.
How I love you.
Be blessed, everyone. Have a safe and wonderful week in spite of what's going on around you.
It's funny how things get mixed up. Mom asked me if I'd heard from Jerry recently, and then informed me he'd been in the hospital with an infection in his heart. She was frantic, and putting herself into a tither worrying about him being alone, and dying alone, and all kinds of stuff. I finally scolded her for all the bad thoughts, and reminded her how I wasn't going to talk to her any more when I told her about my cancer because she had me dead and dying and I was trying to live. She says she can't help it. I think we'll have to start limiting the information we give her when something unpleasant happens. I reminded her that Jerry isn't dad; Jerry has and will have friends. If anything happens to him, someone will notify us. I hope the message got across.
It was nice to visit my home church in Newport, MN. I've missed them a lot. Sunday's teaching by Pastor Tom Marxen boilded down to forgiveness; and how we must forgive if we're going to live in the ocean with Jesus instead of in our little boat with a limited view of everything.
And the DNA of God is four parts: God, Spirit, Soul and Body. DNA in the natural has four strands as well because we were made in His image. God is triune (three in one), but His DNA is four parts. I totally get it. Thank you Lord, for my understanding, your grace, and your mercy and your love.
Here's a word:
I love you, so I forgive you.
I loved you enough to send my Son.
I loved you enough to redeem you.
I love you enough to save you.
I love you so much more than you will ever know.
Your sins are washed away with the blood of my Son.
I forgive you because I love you.
How I love you.
Be blessed, everyone. Have a safe and wonderful week in spite of what's going on around you.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
September 1, 2010
The first day of September. Cindy's birthday, I should have called her. Work was ok, had more work when I got home. I prefer the sewing and crafts, but the rent does have to get paid somehow.
James seems to be doing ok at school, although he is already bored. Must not be a whole lot for him to stay occupied yet. He does have a job, so that will help a bit.
Robin and I are taking Stephanie back after work Friday. We're going to Wisconsin to see mom first, and then on to Mpls. Coming back on Monday, so no internet for a few days. It actually doesn't bother me to not have it. I was surprised, because I use it so much.
Am almost finished with the never ending quilt. I need it to get done and out of here so I can work on other things. I have another quilt, but that one only needs repairs so it won't take nearly as long. And I have to make an afghan for Halloween for someone, so I need to get going on that. And pants to hem, a dress to shorten and curtain panels to make. Busy, busy. The way I like it - busy but not crazy busy. I am not going insane. Thank you, Lord, for that.
Hope everyone has a good Labor Day weekend. Be safe, and be blessed.
James seems to be doing ok at school, although he is already bored. Must not be a whole lot for him to stay occupied yet. He does have a job, so that will help a bit.
Robin and I are taking Stephanie back after work Friday. We're going to Wisconsin to see mom first, and then on to Mpls. Coming back on Monday, so no internet for a few days. It actually doesn't bother me to not have it. I was surprised, because I use it so much.
Am almost finished with the never ending quilt. I need it to get done and out of here so I can work on other things. I have another quilt, but that one only needs repairs so it won't take nearly as long. And I have to make an afghan for Halloween for someone, so I need to get going on that. And pants to hem, a dress to shorten and curtain panels to make. Busy, busy. The way I like it - busy but not crazy busy. I am not going insane. Thank you, Lord, for that.
Hope everyone has a good Labor Day weekend. Be safe, and be blessed.
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