Loyalty

When God created Adam, a body was prepared for him that would suit the Son of God Himself.

Psalm 139 :14 God made us fearfully with the capacity to suffer horrific pain; and He made us wonderfully  with the capacity to enjoy exhilarating pleasure. We have the capacity to love and enjoy God at levels no other creation, including the angels has been given.

The Cross gives significance to the pain of the world. Without the Cross, all the anguish of the human race would be considered senseless suffering.
In the silhouette of Calvary's twilight,, I see  a God hanging there who is not removed or insulated from my suffering. This is not a God who is impervious to my pain. Rather I see a God who has intentionally inserted Himself into my world of pain, drinking more deeply from the cup of suffering than any other human being ever has.

Consequently, no one can look at God and say 'You don't understand' To the contrary, He empathizes with our suffering from first hand experience. He who suffered in the body cares for all who suffer in their bodies, since He Himself is in the body also. 

 The statement from this book brings to mind my friend Mike Sands who is suffering with ALS To think of Jesus with ALS...makes me think of Mike Sands, and all his family who suffer with their dad, husband, son.)  http://alswithcourage.blogspot.ca/  (nancy)

 When I can't make sense of my journey , I go back to the Cross.  When I can't process my pain levels, I go back to the Cross. When my wound seems incurable, I go back to the Cross. When I can't see my way forward, I go back to the Cross. When it feels like He's withholding from me, I go back to the Cross , because sometimes the accuser hit's me with this ancient accusation.

When I look at the Cross, I see a God with nails in His Hands, a nail in His feet, a crown of thorns on His Brow , and stripes on His Back. As He hangs there with arms spread wide, He says to me, ' I give you My mind, I give you My soul, I give you My heart, I give you My Body, I give you My Strength, I give you My all. I give you my last breath, I give you my last drop of blood.

I declare to you that  God withholds nothing from me. He has given me His all. His extravagance has empowered me, in turn to withhold nothing from Him. He had given me His everything and I now give Him my everything. I am His and He is mine.

It is because of the cross that I know He loves me......

Amen...me too Bob...thanks for the reminder, these words strongly imprint this truth deeper into my heart.

You Make Me Brave

Lord, You ALWAYS love first. Thank You. Tonight I really, really, need that from You. I take that first terrifying step out of the boat, and come to you across the stormy sea.....straight into Your arms of loving acceptance and joyful welcome.

The blast of sea spray assaults my face and washes my salty tears into the deep. Eyes locked , You hold my gaze, strengthening my every step. So I come. You  make me brave !

How God Feels About the Cross

I came across a book I have had for a number of years and just never took the time to read. It's called Power of the Blood, Approaching God with Confidence written by Bob Sorge. I have been feeling an urging within my heart to share some of these thoughts that are impacting me so much at this moment.

Things that I have never even thought about when it comes to the Cross and the Blood of Jesus and more importantly,about how did GOD 'feel' about watching what His Beloved Son said yes to, when He agreed to become 'the Lamb of God, slain before the foundation of the world.' For some strange, or perhaps not so strange reason, I feel the need to  ponder and ask for deeper insight.

When you come to the Cross, You're getting God at His Highest Passion.  

If you want to know what God feels most strongly about, talk to Him about His highest joys and deepest sorrows. I am persuaded there is nothing God feels more strongly about than the Cross of His Son.( Is. 53:3) While God knows many sorrows there was one that eclipsed all others. Never has anything torn and lacerated the infinite depths of God's heart as deeply and severely as the crucifiction of His Beloved Son.

 And....He'll never forget .

Look at His Cross . All you see is blood. Blood on His scalp . Blood on His face.
Blood on His neck. Blood on His shoulders. Blood on His arms. Blood on His hands. Blood on His back. Blood on His chest.  Blood on His legs. Blood on His feet.
Blood on His Cross. Blood on the ground. It was a spectacle of Blood.

And then came waves of divine wrath as the deeply offended God unleashed upon His Spotless One the punishment for our sins. As the Son endured the barrage of fiery indignation, creation itself turned dark at noonday because of the terror.

None of us knows just how astronomical the pain of God was during those interminable hours of what  Thomas Dubay calls 'Consummate splendor in monstrous horror'. Because of the pain He and His Son endured God has deeper conviction and stronger opinions about Calvary and what it accomplished.

Come to  the Cross and you find a God who is inflexible regarding alternatives, dire in consequences for those who reject it, lavishly extravagant towards those who receive it, and immediately responsive to those who reach for it. Because when you come to the Cross , you're getting God at His highest passion.

Jesus abandonment left God undone. Calvary shook heaven to the core. God was undone. Jesus' fixation on His Father during His suffering moved God's heart to it's very foundations 

You know how valuable you are to God by looking at what He was willing to pay to redeem you. 

 

My Dear Friend Agnes

Agnes Lydia Doerksen   This picture is how I will always remember my friend Agnes.

The smile on her face was always a greeting whether on Sunday morning at church, or Wednesday morning ladies prayer . It was at Ladies Prayer group that I first met Agnes. At first I was impressed because she was the mother of Brian. Brian Doerksen I had known of for many years since his music is known round the world and I was touched by the Spirit of God he carried.

 Agnes was a lady of prayer. I grew in knowing her a little more each week. Becoming aware of the beauty of this gentle soul filled with such strength and wisdom was a blessing to encounter. As I got to know her heart my admiration and love enlarged .

 I observed her perseverance as she stood before the Lord with the burdens of prayer for others God had placed on her heart .

One time, I was in a particular bad 'space' wondering at my own place in His plan, if He even had one for me....Agnes face came into my mind . I saw the Jewel she was in His eyes, and that vision of who she was became imprinted on my heart. He also mentioned many other names that day, but this is about Agnes.

 There was just something so special about her, something that leaves me reaching for words that moves my heart and I imagine always will.

One day during a prayer time on a Sunday morning, Agnes had gone forward for prayer , and before she headed back to her seat , I intercepted her and asked her to pray for me. I asked if she would please give me her 'blessing' a 'mother's blessing', something I had never experienced in my own life. She embraced me and blessed me....she said..'You have waited for this all of your life, haven't you ?' Absolutely ! Right on ! Tears flowed as she held me and prayed.

Something else we had in common was our joy over the little Hummingbirds that visit our homes, and she gave me some very good advice and insight. Now as these little ones continue to visit our feeders here, I will treasure the experience all the more.

Yesterday, Saturday, was her Memorial Service and it was amazing to hear about so much of her life. I have only known Agnes for three short years, but this lady was truly the Proverbs 31 Lady and so much more.

 Needless to say I wept most of the time .

The reality that she is gone  or should I say 'relocated' hit me big time . The picture at the top of this post was up front just above where we were sitting. Every time I looked at her, smiling at me, it seemed so real....that beautiful smile and the twinkle in her eyes....smiling, smiling , smiling....while tears and sorrow flowed from my heart to Jesus . Tears of sorrow and loss , yes, but tears of thanksgiving for the honor of having known this one of His obedient ones . Sometimes at Ladies prayer she would point her finger my way,and say...'well, you know' .

Years ago Agnes was famous for her Roses, Doerksen Roses. When I would give her a hug I would always smell the fragrance of roses....the fragrance of the Lord she carried, and it was delicious !

Now Agnes is free of the confines of this earthly realm...absent from the body, present with the Lord...Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

I wonder what her first face to face encounter with her Jesus was like...I imagine she is dancing with joy at finally seeing His beauty, I wonder if she touched His Glorious Face in Love and worship ...so many things to wonder about.

One thing I am sure of , there is much smiling going on, lots and lots of smiling, and endless whispers of devotion mixed with shouts of joy ....so I will let my imagination keep on thinking happy thoughts , even though sometimes through tears for a while especially when I look at this picture, the way I knew her here on this small planet.

Thank you Jesus for the gift of knowing your Agnes, give her a great big hug and kiss for me please.

Just for Fun

Who is this strange man in the garden ?? This is the story behind the silk skirt on the man in the garden.

Since I have only known him for a couple of years, when this occurred he and his story was unknown to me.

Now he is my beloved husband and this photo has come to my attention.

The story is this....

For nine years Dennis has experienced many treatments for
'Indolent Follicular Non Hodgkins Lymphoma'

Indolent is slow growing...and he has had a total of 15 tumors, 7 of which he has at this time. The thing I understand about this type of cancer is that the tumors grow outward, and thus are easily treated most of the time. He has had both chemo and radiation. The down side of this is the concern that it is possible that they can change or morph or 'go inside to an organ', but for now that has not happened and we are trusting in the Lord to keep that from happening.

When this picture was taken he had been successfully treated with radiation for tumors in both groin areas. He's a tough guy with a wonderful outlook and value for celebrating life.
Anyway I am told that after the radiation treatments, he had nasty burns on his upper thigh areas . Did this stop this 'Mad Gardener of Pitt Meadows ?'

Not at all !!

Someone came up with this really good idea and out he went to do his thing in his garden with nothing more than his golf cap , shoes and his lovely silk skirt.



He's still smiling and is such a good sport to give me these photo's to show my friends. What a man ! I am blessed !

Nostalgia

This is a Westclox Baby Ben Alarm clock and made it's appearance on the market in 1964. I used to work at Westclox General Time in Peterborough Ontario when I was 17 years old.

I recently discovered something rather remarkable when talking over the life of Pop, my husbands father, my father in law and until October of this year he shared our home until Jesus decided to take him to heaven at age 90 .

Pop used to call me his 'daughter in love'.....so endearing....

I only actually knew him personally since January 2010, thus only knowing him as a senior or maybe I should say 'Super Senior' since I am now myself a 'younger senior'.

A fun fact is that dad knew my mom when they were in their early to late teens before my mom met my father.

Anyway, Pop/ Paul Collet also worked at Westclox as the Foreman of the tool room and he became the lead toolmaker for Western Time Limited.....and Pop, our little Pop.....actually designed the components and the tools to make the components for the Baby Ben Alarm clocks. One of the most popular alarm clocks ever made.

I used to have one myself many many years ago.

So...once I discovered this wonderful news , we went on e-bay and ordered our own, just to have another sweet memory of this amazing man.

One thing I learned a long time ago was to see the value in the 'Senior'.

Remembering that this old bent form, who now needs assistance to get dressed, feed himself, and perform all the daily actions we younger ones take so for granted in our youth was once as young and vital as we see ourselves.....and has made valuable contributions to the same society that seems to devalue this same one once they are no longer young.

Once again, I digress...we are so blessed to have shared our last year together.

This little clock is a nice bit of memorabilia . Thanks Pop....you were really smart....way to go !

Oh the Places You'll Go

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!


The date tonight is officially December 25, 2011, Christmas Day.....well, it's still night time here in B.C. that's why I'm still up.

Something has happened to me some where along this day...this morning when in the shower I was thinking along the lines of an earthquake...don't know why at all. I usually think of these thoughts that pop into my head in a spiritual sense...so no big worries there.

Since I haven't blogged in a very long time, this may be a little 'out there'.

Anyway, it's Christmas time...but I have lost Christmas. Not the Reason, not the beauty of the Word becoming Flesh...just all the rest. My family is scattered all across Canada. I am here in a small town in the lower mainland of B.C.

I settled here last November after getting married....that's story has already been told. There is lots more to share on that year, but another post another day.

For tonight all I need to say is that there has been a change, a shift, whatever one wants to call it...an awakening...a change of direction.

Leaving Christmas behind, with all the wonderful fond family memories, has been very challenging over the past ten or so years. When I was a child it was my favorite time of year...peace reigned in an otherwise often 'war zone' between my parents.

With my own children I tried very hard to always make everything lovely, with the true meaning of Jesus coming weaved into the season.

But I digress....all that to say, sometimes, it's just time to take the 'other path', listen to the invitation of 'The Voice' and say yes, I will go and do whatever you have in your plan for us.

So...for tonight ....my response as the result of pressing my ear to the floor of heaven...hearing His heartbeat...is yes...absolutely yes...with all the grace and mercy needed to make this new transition and wherever that leads me.

Just don't want to miss the next chapter...so Jesus...lead on , and if sometimes you have to come back and find me where I may have stumbled I really like that you don't mind at all. You just keep smiling encouragement when you look in my face. Thanks for that Lord I just love your grin.

And so it begins.......

Christmas 2011

Immanuel, God is with us.

Everything has changed.

The Kingdom has come among us.

We are changed forever.

Acts 2:1

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

The Holy Spirit came upon them suddenly - not predictably or expectedly or customarily but 'suddenly'.

Welcome to the world of Acts and the 'sudden' Spirit of God, sovereign and free, never subordinate to timing or technique. He creates His own agenda, determines his own calendar, and keeps His own hours.

Fire and wind now. House shaking later. Visiting the Samaritans after water baptism. Falling on the Gentiles before water baptism.

And here, roaring like a tornado through Jerusalem. The 'Sound' filled the whole house' and spilled into the streets. The whistling, rushing,blowing sound of a wind.

They began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

..........we hear them speaking in our own tongues the wonderful works of God.
So they were all amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, 'Whatever could this mean?'(vv.4-12)

Envision such a phenomenon. Imagine a cosmopolitan center such as New York City. Fifth Avenue is packed with business people, laborers, and travellers from all over the world.

Early one morning as the mobs throb their way to work, the sound of wind shakes the boulevard. The roar is so stout and robust that people stop dead in their tracks as if expecting to see a train blaze down the avenue.

Silence falls on the city only to be interrupted by the voices of a group gathered in Central Park. One hundred and twenty people speak, each one standing beneath a different flame, each one proclaiming God's goodness in a different language. Witnesses hear their native tongues. Jose from Spain hears about God's mercy in Spanish, Mayo from Japan hears a message in Japanese.....They hear different languages but one message: the wonders of God.

Whatever could this mean ? (v.12) ...rushing wind and falling fire....

At least this much....God loves the nations.....He longs to proclaim His greatness in all 6909 languages that exist in the world today.

He loves all people groups and equips us to be His voice.

He commissions common Galileans, Nebraskans, Canadians, and Koreans to speak the languages of the peoples of the world.

He teaches us the vocabulary of the distant lands, the dialect of the discouraged neighbor, the vernacular of the lonely heart, and the idiom of the young student.

God outfits his followers to cross cultures and touch hearts. Pentecost makes this promise: if you are in Christ, God's Spirit will speak through you.

Let God unshell you. And when He does, 'make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given , and then sink yourself into that.(Gal.6:4 msg.)

Don't miss the opportunity to discover your language.

I am reading the above book. I joined booksneeze.com and you get to review a book which they send you for free and you just write a review of it on your blog. Pretty cool...

So, this one chapter has impacted me most so far,especially the invitation to 'discover your language'....which for me has clearly been a burden for the elderly.

I love that God speaks every language, and likes to awaken our ear to hear the many and varied ways He chooses to speak .

And I really appreciate Max Lucado and the language the Lord has chosen to speak His heart to me through. Very nice.

A True Tale of the Wilderness

This is my dear friend Carol who lives in the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario.

Actually I consider the location of their cute little home the wilderness....bush country....well, at least a few miles outside of the little tourist town .

Anyway recently Carol shared a bit of the excitement of her life in the wild of the Old Donald Road.

It was late at night when she heard a ruckus on the deck below her bedroom patio window. Upon investigation she saw a large bear....so she yelled at him to go away.

He began to leave then changed his mind and started back to the little bird feeder he had his nose into. Carol yelled again...'where was Bud ?' I asked. Bud is her husband. I thought he has a rifle.
He has...but he has no bullets.....( much laughing happening at this point in this story )

Carol , being the brilliant thinker that she is in a crisis, grabbed her saxophone which was nearby in her room. This lady stepped out on her bedroom deck and began to play that instrument with such vigor that ol' bear took off running into the bush never to be seen again.I forgot to ask which song she used.

I really love this story....she has had other bears, moose, and other smaller critter visitors.....but now perhaps the answer is the sound of the sax resounding through the bush , kind of like Gideon.

On the other hand I hope Bud gets at least one bullet for his rifle just in case.....

Love you guys Carol and Bud and hope to see you in the fall.

Never the Same Again

I have been reading a book by Bill Johnson .
Face to Face with God.

I feel the Hunger arising in my heart for a new fresh touch , an Encounter with the Face of my Beloved.

Reading the experiences of a couple of well known names from the past , I can feel the Lord inviting us into more....there is always more.

Charles Finney....was a lawyer who became a revivalist and his encounter with God changed everything about his life, enabling him to bring about great transformation to the nation.

(a small excerpt....after he has accompanied his visitor to the door.)

" As I closed the door and turned around my heart seemed to be liquid within me. All my feelings seemed to rise and flow out; and the utterance of my heart was, " I want to pour out my whole soul to God. " The rising of my soul was so great that I rushed into the room back of the front office to pray.

There was no fire, and no light in the room; nevertheless it appeared to me as if it were perfectly light.
As I went in and shut the door after me, it seemed as if I met the Lord Jesus Christ face to face. It did not occur to me that it was wholly a mental state. On the contrary it seemed to me that I saw Him as I would see any other man.

He said nothing but looked at me in such a manner as to break me right down at His feet. I have always since regarded this as a most remarkable state of mind; for it seemed that he stood before me, and I fell down at his feet and poured out my soul to Him.

I wept aloud like a child, and made such confessions as I could with my choked utterance.

I received such a mighty baptism of the Holy Ghost. Without any expectation of it , without ever having the thought in my mind that there was any such thing for me, without any recollection that I had heard the thing mentioned by any person in the world, the Holy Spirit descended upon me in a manner that seemed to go through me, body and soul. I could feel the impression like a wave of electricity going through and through me.

Indeed it seemed to come in waves of liquid love; for I could not express it in any other way. It seemed like the very breath of God. I can recollect distinctly that it seemed to fan me, like immense wings.

No words can express that wonderful love that was shed abroad in my heart. I wept aloud with joy and love; and I do not know but I should say, I literally bellowed out the unutterable gushings of my heart.
These waves came over me and over me and over me one after another until I recollect I cried out ' I shall die if these waves continue to pass over me'. I said, 'Lord, I cannot bear any more,' yet I had no fear of death.

This bit of his story has stirred the desire within to once again surrender in welcoming You Holy Spirit of Jesus to possession of my soul . Waves of love.....waves of liquid love....how wonderfully amazing to have known such an encounter.

Changes of Season

Praise be to the Name of God for ever and ever;
Wisdom and Power are His.

He changes times and seasons;

He sets up kings and deposes them. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things; He knows what lies in darkness, and Light dwells with Him.




In the business of life time seems to fly by. Now here I am a married lady of just over seven weeks. The Season has indeed changed and 'suddenlies' with acceleration of just about everything to do with my life are things I have come to experience.



The Lord blessed us with His Presence on our Wedding Day . At this time of our lives we were very determined to make sure that as we stood before the Throne that day our marriage was before God as we pledged our lives to Jesus and to one another.

Now here we are living in British Columbia with Pop and Zoe....a very cute wedding puppy as well.





For all of us this exciting New Season has begun. The journey to this point has been very interesting, moving quickly with each victory the Lord has given us.

As for me....this is a very different place from anywhere the Lord has led . We are happy.....there are challenges and victories, there are struggles. This means I must seek strategy from the Throne room for specific times and issues.

So, as we grow along together I hope to be able to share my journey, my thoughts, my joys and my ponderings in this very new season of walking with Jesus.

There are mountains I can see just by looking out my windows, beauty all around. Once more this reminds me :

Song of Sol. 2:14. My dove in the cleft of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice;

And so , the sound of my voice You will surely recognize Lord, whether it be a song or a sigh....or a whisper in the night....You are here and we rejoice in Your Nearness.

Story of the Cape

Last year I met an acquaintance from my youth. It's a good story....his father had been friends with my mother when they were teenagers growing up . Later, when my mother met and married my father, this friend and his family lived just up the street and around the corner. Nice story .

This person and his dad have now come into my life. This time in an amazing way and we are going to be married next month. Very nice story.

The thing that touched my heart early in our communication were the stories he told of his childhood and his youth.

Meet Dennis...five years old....sixty years ago !! It's the 'expression' on that face that first captured my attention.



One of the first stories he shared with me was something that had touched his heart at one time....it's a song, but I am sharing the lyrics that tell the story best.

A song by a chap name of Guy Clark, and the title of which is THE CAPE.

Please let me share it with you...

"Eight years old with a flour sack cape, tied all around his neck, he climbed up on the garage, he's figurin what the heck.
Screwed his courage up so tight that the whole thing come unwound. He got a runnin start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground.

He's one of those that knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath and ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE..

Now he's all grown up, with a flour sack cape, tied all around his dreams, and he's full of ---- and vinegar, he's busting at the seams.
So he licked his finger and checked the wind, it's gonna be do or die, he wasn't scared of nothin boys he was pretty sure he could fly.

Well he's one of those who knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath, AND ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE..

Now he's old and grey with a flour sack Cape, tied all around his head. and he's still jumpin off the garage and will be till he's dead. All these years the people said he's actin like a kid.
He did not know he could not fly, SO HE DID....

He's one of those who knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath, AND ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE.."

Cute song....and the fact that sometimes those around us don't see us as the Lord sees us...and it is He who gives us the courage and the ability to find the 'Wind'and let Him carry us .....where no one else could have seen us go... flying free on the Wings of Love.

So...this past July when my Friend and Beloved came to visit , he had a plan of where we should meet....so here are a few photos' of our first encounter, and the fun I have to look forward to experiencing in the years to come.



My first view as I drove across the parking lot .....suddenly I was laughing , and laughing wondering if anyone else was looking at this crazy man in a Cape and if anyone had decided to call the Police......nope....sigh of relief !! Now all I had to decide was if I would actually get out of my car and meet him.....yep....sure did.









It seems if a lady of such an age as myself can leap from an airplane at 10,000 feet then joining forces with a man with a Cape, means I actually discover my own Cape.

Thank You Jesus...such a good story with a very happy ending. Dad has also been immersed in our lives and will join us when we relocate to British Columbia after we are married.

Such a good story Lord. We are grateful beyond measure.

Acts 2:1

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

The Holy Spirit came upon them suddenly - not predictably or expectedly or customarily but 'suddenly'.

Welcome to the world of Acts and the 'sudden' Spirit of God, sovereign and free, never subordinate to timing or technique. He creates His own agenda, determines his own calendar, and keeps His own hours.

Fire and wind now. House shaking later. Visiting the Samaritans after water baptism. Falling on the Gentiles before water baptism.

And here, roaring like a tornado through Jerusalem. The 'Sound' filled the whole house' and spilled into the streets. The whistling, rushing,blowing sound of a wind.

They began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

..........we hear them speaking in our own tongues the wonderful works of God.
So they were all amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, 'Whatever could this mean?'(vv.4-12)

Envision such a phenomenon. Imagine a cosmopolitan center such as New York City. Fifth Avenue is packed with business people, laborers, and travellers from all over the world.

Early one morning as the mobs throb their way to work, the sound of wind shakes the boulevard. The roar is so stout and robust that people stop dead in their tracks as if expecting to see a train blaze down the avenue.

Silence falls on the city only to be interrupted by the voices of a group gathered in Central Park. One hundred and twenty people speak, each one standing beneath a different flame, each one proclaiming God's goodness in a different language. Witnesses hear their native tongues. Jose from Spain hears about God's mercy in Spanish, Mayo from Japan hears a message in Japanese.....They hear different languages but one message: the wonders of God.

Whatever could this mean ? (v.12) ...rushing wind and falling fire....

At least this much....God loves the nations.....He longs to proclaim His greatness in all 6909 languages that exist in the world today.

He loves all people groups and equips us to be His voice.

He commissions common Galileans, Nebraskans, Canadians, and Koreans to speak the languages of the peoples of the world.

He teaches us the vocabulary of the distant lands, the dialect of the discouraged neighbor, the vernacular of the lonely heart, and the idiom of the young student.

God outfits his followers to cross cultures and touch hearts. Pentecost makes this promise: if you are in Christ, God's Spirit will speak through you.

Let God unshell you. And when He does, 'make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given , and then sink yourself into that.(Gal.6:4 msg.)

Don't miss the opportunity to discover your language.

I am reading the above book. I joined booksneeze.com and you get to review a book which they send you for free and you just write a review of it on your blog. Pretty cool...

So, this one chapter has impacted me most so far,especially the invitation to 'discover your language'....which for me has clearly been a burden for the elderly.

I love that God speaks every language, and likes to awaken our ear to hear the many and varied ways He chooses to speak .

And I really appreciate Max Lucado and the language the Lord has chosen to speak His heart to me through. Very nice.

Power Of The Testimony

We Wait For You

Seven Years Ago

This was just so much fun....leap for life.... August 9, 2003 . I have come a very long way since this event...and it's all good. Thank you Jesus !

found me...rescued me...freed me!

Though you were ruined and made desolate and your land laid waste
....those who devoured you will be far away.Is.49/19

Is.62:2...you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow.
You will be a crown of beauty in the hand of your God.

No longer will they call you Deserted, or name you Desolate.
But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah, for the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married.

As a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you.

Kairos

Kairos - Where Time and Destiny Meet

During 'Kairos' seasons....The Spirit of God invades the very fabric of life itself.

Everything accelerates and changes as reality is re-directed by the unalterable will of God.

So....I say Yes Lord.

More Joy

The worship team did this song a couple of times when I was at IHOPrecently.
I was so happy to get to 'drink freely for myself' in the midst of the out pouring of the Holy Spirit Joy of the Lord and His great delight over us.

Hymn Night

Last night I was privileged to be part of an old fashioned Hymn Sing Along with some new and not so new friends.
This young fellow, Eric, did a wonderful job providing the music while the rest of the audience called out the number of the hymns from the hymnals we were using.
What a fun experience for me, being on the smaller side of the 'senior' scale.


This lovely Lady helped to organize the event.

Good friends and family

Fun and Fellowship


Good snacks

A couple of my all time favorites.

I don't think we would make the cut for the Gaither Homecoming Videos, but I do know we put a lovely smile on the Face of Jesus who moved gently among us as we worshiped Him. I will definitely attend again.

Nana is 102 !

The grandmother of my two youngest sons has passed another milestone .
Today Hilda is 102 years young.
Happy Birthday Nana, you are an amazing and blessed Lady.

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Happy Birthday

Today my lovely granddaughter is ten years old. Where have the years flown ?
Happy Birthday Sweetheart. I love you very much !