Ok, so this has been a good morning. My daughter had to be at school early to work on something, so both of the kids went to school early, and I settled in for my quiet time at Starbucks, something I never get to do. I am already in a good mood because I have friends from Spring Lake coming my way today, and I am excited. My maple macchiato was fabulous. My devotion inspired a song (always a good day when that happens). I got a call from my sister, and while the content of the call was not necesarily good, it is always great to talk to my sister. I knew that I would head to the office for a few minutes today, but the rest of the day is mine to do with as I wish-probably cleaning before the crew comes. Anyway, it has been good. I did, however, receive a shock. As I was finishing my quiet time, I looked up at the pictures on the wall. I realized that the color I have just painted my new living room is the exact color of the walls at Starbucks. Now, granted, I usually get my coffee to go, and I don't hang out a lot inside. Is it possible I am obsessed? Do I now officially have a problem? I am not sure of the explanation, but it cannot be good. Did I mention the color matches wonderfully a small accent in my furmiture? Good decorating vs. macchiato/latte obsession....
The funny thing is, without lots of cream and added flavors, I hate coffee. Such is the dichotomy that is me. : )
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
modern hymn
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure;
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sing that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart;
His wounds have paid my ransom.
written by Stuart Townend
How vast beyond all measure;
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sing that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart;
His wounds have paid my ransom.
written by Stuart Townend
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
And now for something totally different...
After being reminded of it by a friend, I thought I would add this. I realize it is not nearly so deep as the Weird Al thing, but it speaks to my heart almost as much : )
It is but a portion of the breastplate of St. Francis:
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me.
Amen, so be it.
It is but a portion of the breastplate of St. Francis:
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me.
Amen, so be it.
Randon question of the day
Does being a huge Weird Al Yankovic fan automatically make you "White & Nerdy"? If you don't get this, check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWs1FF-BS7c. Needless to say, I am a huge fan. Geeks of the world, unite!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Daddy knows best
Ok, so I got an email from my dad this week. This one's a keeper, encouraging me in my new ministry position, giving a little advice, telling me he was proud of me. (He is enjoying being able to check out what I am doing via the church website.) Anyway, it was a cool daddy/daughter moment, and I had to keep a copy( I will need to read it the next time I screw up big!)
So, I am pondering: if I were to receive an email from my Abba in my new position, what would it say? I think that He too would encourage me. I hope He would be proud of me as well. What advice would He give in my new position, knowing that He is aware of who I am(good and bad), the pitfalls and joys of this place, the history that I have yet to learn, etc... What would my Abba advise? And then I am reminded, once again, of my failure to consistently seek His face, of my innate ability to get really busy doing what should be His work without looking to Him to determine how to do it. I think that my Abba probably has to shake His head much like my earthly father does, and I am reminded to be thankful for love, patience, and grace.
So, I am pondering: if I were to receive an email from my Abba in my new position, what would it say? I think that He too would encourage me. I hope He would be proud of me as well. What advice would He give in my new position, knowing that He is aware of who I am(good and bad), the pitfalls and joys of this place, the history that I have yet to learn, etc... What would my Abba advise? And then I am reminded, once again, of my failure to consistently seek His face, of my innate ability to get really busy doing what should be His work without looking to Him to determine how to do it. I think that my Abba probably has to shake His head much like my earthly father does, and I am reminded to be thankful for love, patience, and grace.
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