Showing posts with label Thankfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thankfulness. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2015

Breathing Out Your Praise



So I'm breathing in Your grace,
And I'm breathing out Your praise.
Matt Redman


We sang the above song by Matt Redman Sunday, and it's been singing in my heart all week. Out of his fullness we have all received grace in place of grace already given (John 1:16). Each day is a grace, leaving no room for the trite and pettiness so evident in the world. I can press them down, shake them, but still they run over -- each breath a praise to my God.

Praise for forgiveness, freely given.

Praise for life, abundant and full

Praise for peace, quiet and calm

Praise for joy, overflowing and steady

Praise for blessings, upon blessings, upon blessings.

This grace is undeserved. It's amazing, and constant. It's daily and unending. And it's for you! Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16). 



Breathe in God's grace, and exhale with praise. There will always be grace-breaths to inhale. His grace never ends, but it is in the praising that brings sparkle to the grace. Without the praise, when we take grace for granted, it dulls. Take some deep breaths today, and count your graces.

What grace are you breathing in today?


For you...30 Days of Praise. 30 praise verses for you to cut out and use during this season of gratitude.

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Cup of Blessing -- In Remembrance


The Lord’s Supper is a gift to you. The Lord’s Supper is a holy invitation. A sacred sacrament bidding you to leave the chores of life and enter his splendor. He meets you at the table.

One bite of the elderberries my mother served the last time I was home took me back to the old farmhouse my grandmother lived. The one within walking distance of my grandfather's coal mines -- where we walked at lunch time to share the black licorice Granddad always had in his old tin lunch pail. Where hand-crocheted doilies graced the back and arms of the living room couch and chairs. Where dangling prisms hung from the matching lamps in the guest room. Where we ate stewed elderberries in a pink-handled bowl. 

My mother didn't have the pink bowls, yet with each bite I could envision my beautiful Grandma Cessna and remember.



RB was writing a paper this week. Forty pages on the Lord's Supper. It was huge and took most of the hours of two days. He set up a table in the living room, spread out his books and papers...they spilled over to the cherry coffee table. We closed the French doors and let him work, poking our heads in every couple hours to see if he needed food or coffee. 

I did a bit of research, comparing how we commemorate the last supper of our Lord before His crucifixion. Common cup, individual cup, or in these throw-away days, disposable cups with the bread attached to the top. Unleavened bread, small crackers, or a common loaf of bread. Once a month, a quarter, or as in the church I attend, the opportunity to partake individually each week and on the first Sunday of the month as a body.  



However we observe, we all have one objective -- it's in remembrance of the One who died for us. This Christ who came to earth as a baby. The One who lived among us, preaching, working miracles and then giving His life for all mankind.

It's a time of remembrance of the time Jesus' blood was spilled so that we can cup our hands and receive grace, blood drop by blood drop. We can remember the body that was broken. We can peer through the darkness, feel the earth quake and hear the swish of the temple curtain tearing in two. 

It is through this remembrance that the light from the resurrection begins to shine. Yes, we remember the broken body, the spilled blood. It is dipping our sins in the fountain of blood that we are forgiven. But without the resurrection Jesus was just a man whose blood had no meaning. It is in the death, burial and resurrection that we receive not only salvation, but the hope of our own resurrection. 

My heart is bowed in worship to my Heavenly Father who gave, my Savior who saves, and the Holy Spirit who lives in me, making it possible to live each day with faith, grace and joy. And through the supper of our Lord I am reminded of what makes my worship possible.

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Share the Shelter and Simple Pleasures



The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies. ~Laura Ingles Wilder

Louisa May Alcott said, "We gather simple pleasures like daises by the bay."  What is a simple pleasure?  It's a tiny, inexpensive thing that brings a satisfying joy.


A simple pleasure is:

Blueberry tea in your favorite cup
The inspiration of a new tablet
Starbucks gift cards
Rice bags
Strawberries on top of your favorite cereal

I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder
 

It's tempting to think of big things as the true treasures--like the elegance of the resort instead of the pewter ice bucket.  I want to remember the moments--the simple pleasures of this week and next.

Hugs from four grands
The promise of 12 sleeps in the {warm} south
Mile after mile with my favorite person
Orange juice at the Florida welcome center
Keeping in touch with the girls.
78 degree temperature
Facebook chats with my sister
A book too captivating to put down
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine
Pink soap at the rest area
Brainstorming a new project
Reading to RB while he drives
Heart-shaped flower bed bursting with color 
Birds singing

As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breathe it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us nourishment; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm. ~Laura Ingles Wilder

The psalmist David said, "Thou has put gladness in my heart" (Psalm 4:7). These simple pleasures are gifts God has planted in my heart.  I'm treasuring them, and my heart runs over with gladness.

What simple pleasure is God planting in your heart?

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Share the Shelter


Deidra from The Middle won Joy Busters.

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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Sheltering Through Generations

I love my father as the stars - he's a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart. ~Terri Guillemets

There's three
These Fathers of my heart
Gifts from above
Blessings I count

The first, my own
Walking the integrity path
Blanketing love
Daddy I call him
Daddy still

The second, I chose
Daddy for my girls
Walking the integrity path
Blanketing love
Daddy they call him
Daddy still

The third, I prayed for
Daddy for grands
Walking the integrity path
Blanketing love
Daddy they call him
And always will

Like three children of old
Refusing to bow
Furnace of integrity their path
Yet obeying the Lord
And then they see Him--not three but four

These fathers of mine
Have the fourth on their path
Giving them wisdom, guarding their steps
The fourth is their "Abba"
Heavenly Daddy, Heavenly love

Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Shelter of God's Faithfulness

Always Faithful
I had a trip to Indy today to pick up Emily so grabbed one of my favorite CDs to listen to.  Our friend, Tom Sproles, of the Sproles Funeral Home, recently released a CD titled Always Faithful.  One of the songs was a special blessing this morning as I drove.  Don't you love it when God encourages and convicts when you aren't expecting it?  


I was weary this morning--feeling the effects of a lost night's sleep earlier in the week.  Thankful to leave the house while the well in our front yard was pulled to replace the foot valve and many feet of water line, yet chafing against the cost.  A writing project hanging over my head and trying to figure out how I would accomplish everything on my list by Sunday and still take a day to attend my niece's graduation four hours away. Nothing big, just a focus on me instead of on my God. 


And then I began listening to the words Tom was singing, 




Over and over again and again, God is faithful.
Over and over, again and again, 
Through it all He’s made me able
To stand and survive, To come through alive,
When it sure looked like I couldn’t win... Jesus is with me,
So I claim the victory, Over and over again.




My heart just stood up and did an about face. I sacrificed the pity party and began counting all the times God has been faithful to me.  


Faithful through loss
   Faithful through physical pain
      Faithful through emotional distress
         Faithful through financial setbacks
            Faithful through weary days and sleepless nights
               Faithful through the big and through the small


In 1 Chronicles we find the story of God's faithfulness to King Jehoshaphat. King Jehoshaphat was blessed with a Godly father.  It's recorded that Asa, third king of Judah, did what was right in the sight of God during his 22-year reign. Jehoshaphat followed his father's God.

About 17 years into Jehoshaphat's reign, a messenger reported that the Syrian army was coming to battle them.  King Jehoshaphat asked the people to fast with him.  Jahaziel was given words from God.  "Don't be afraid," he told the King.  "The battle isn't yours--it's His!" 


As the army went out to meet their enemy, it was a unique sight.  Instead of soldiers, singers and worshipers went in front of the army.  "Give praise to the Lord; his faithful love endures forever," they sang.  As they sang, God set up ambushes against their enemy.  When they arrived at the wilderness, they surveyed the land and saw dead bodies.   While they were praising God, He answered prayer.   


The psalm they were singing was Psalm 136--the same Psalm sung in Solomon's temple.  Spurgeon suggests that it was a popular hymn among God's ancient people.  I know it's a favorite of mine. Take a moment to read through it; you'll find yourself praising God for His faithful love.


Psalm 136

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good!
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords.
   His faithful love endures forever.

Give thanks to him who alone does mighty miracles.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to him who made the heavens so skillfully.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to him who placed the earth among the waters.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to him who made the heavenly lights—
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for the sun to rule the day,
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for the moon and stars to rule the night.
   His faithful love endures forever.

Give thanks to him who killed the firstborn of Egypt.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He brought Israel out of Egypt.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He acted with a strong hand and powerful arm.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to him who parted the Red Sea.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He led Israel safely through,
   His faithful love endures forever.
He hurled Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to him who led his people through the wilderness.
   His faithful love endures forever.

Give thanks to him who struck down mighty kings.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He killed powerful kings—
   His faithful love endures forever.
Sihon king of the Amorites,
   His faithful love endures forever.
And Og king of Bashan.
   His faithful love endures forever.
God gave the land of these kings as an inheritance—
   His faithful love endures forever.
A special possession to his servant Israel.
   His faithful love endures forever.

He remembered us in our weakness.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He saved us from our enemies.
   His faithful love endures forever.
He gives food to every living thing.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of heaven.
   His faithful love endures forever.


With Tom's song still echoing, my heart began writing my own Psalm.


Give thanks to my Heavenly Abba Father.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for joy of being a daughter to Father God.
   His faithful love endures forever.


Give thanks for the gift of His Son,Yeshua.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for sins forgiven and forgotten.
   His faithful love endures forever.


Give thanks for Rauch Qodesh, the Holy Spirit.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for conviction, council and comfort.
   His faithful love endures forever.


Give thanks for Yahweh Yireh, my Provider.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for food, clothes and shelter.
   His faithful love endures forever.


Give thanks for Metsuda, my Fortress.
   His faithful love endures forever.
Give thanks for God's strong arms of protection.
   His faithful love endures forever.




God is a faithful Father.  In Old Testament days--the days of laws and sacrifice--God was faithful.  In New Testament days--the days of Christ and religious persecution--God was faithful.  In the 20th century--the days of apathy, political frustration and religious questionings--God is still faithful.  In my life and yours--His faithful love endures forever.


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Saturday, March 31, 2012

Sheltering--South Africa Style



“…While in Africa, I found out some things. One of them being we are blessed with “things”. And another being that “things” don’t make people happy….”                                  ~Scott Clemens




“Oh, my God is enough – He’s proved it o'er and  o'er – He’s never known to fail – His power still prevails! Down through the tests of time – God’s people always find – Whatever life may bring – God is enough!” That beautiful chorus was met with harmonious voices lifted in song at the beginning of a small South African group of believers during home prayer meeting.

Should I sing those same words here in America?  Do I need to sing those same words? Can I sing those words? I believe the answer is a resounding “YES!”

May I dare say that it is difficult for me to sing those words with conviction here in the USA because I have it “easy.”  Now I would not wish to bring trials/testing upon myself, but upon seeing how blessed I am where I live right now, I want God to continually keep my focus on Him – everything was His to begin with, and He has entrusted us to enjoy many blessings while living here –

  • My home is cozy and structurally sound as opposed to some we saw in Africa.
  • We have it easy -- with nice churches and comfy pews. These children (in photo) sit on a "tarp pew" for their special service every Saturday.
  • Our financial situations may be declining in America, but we are blessed with an abundance of food.  Limited supplies are replenished to provide meat for these families (US visitors hunting photo).

Perhaps God proves to us His power in ways different from those living in a poorer country --  BUT, He is God there. He is God here. He is all they need and all we need. He will not fail and will never run out of power to keep us in the good times and bad.

Our mission trip to South Africa was phenomenal. 10 days, 17,000 miles, 17 hours of flight time (each way) and hours spent traveling place to places to view God’s beauty. This group consisted of my husband and me, his father, his brother and sister along with their spouses and a high school student from our Christian Day School. It was packed with amazing sightseeing of numerous animals – most just feet away. We helped spruce up a school/church campground and were privileged to go hunting to supply meat for the six African pastors connected to the conference. (Yes, yours truly shot her first animal from the back of a [non-moving] truck in the open fields of South Africa!)

This video clip will give you a little journaling of our time spent in South Africa.  You'll want your sound on.


                        

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Thankfulness 101

Gratitude takes three forms: a feeling in the heart, an expression in words, and a giving in return.
~ John Wanamaker ~

Connie was attending college in my sister’s hometown. When spring break came and Connie was unable to fly home to Montana to visit her family, Ray and Melodie quickly stepped in and opened their home for the week. Melodie is a hostess queen, and this week found her at her best. She designed each meal with the precision of a surgeon planning a delicate surgery. Along with cooking and baking, she used all her creative ideas for setting a beautiful table. Fresh flowers tucked in the napkin rings added elegance to one meal. Tiny flickering candles in salt dishes at every place setting seasoned another dining experience. Sparkling iced tea with mint leaves, cloth napkins folded like swans, and tiny hearts cut out of butter pats were only a few additional beautiful “blessings” she provided that week.


My namesake aka Pam
After the first couple meals, Ray noticed an obvious trend. Connie never said thank you—not for the beautifully set tables or for the delicious food. Determined to remind her that thanks were in order, Ray began an exaggerated plan of attack. “Thank you, Melodie, this is the best baked corn you’ve ever made.” “The table is beautiful, Melodie. I feel like we’re dining at the White House tonight.” On and on he praised without a single word of thanks from Connie. What DID happen was that two-year-old Pammy began lisping, “Tank-oo, mommy, thith ith good food!” and “I wike the pettie table.”

The Bible tells many wonderful stories of people who showed their gratitude by saying a simple “thank you.” David showed gratitude to his friend Jonathan’s memory by treating his son with kindness. Abigail showed gratitude to David in spite of her dysfunctional home life. Ruth thanked Boaz for allowing her to gather grain in his fields. And we all know how that turned out—she was rewarded with a
                                                                       husband!

Giving thanks—what makes it so difficult for some and easy for others? Thanksgiving is a learned virtue. Without using words, my mother trained me to show thankfulness. Handing out appreciation seemed as natural to her as breathing—wrapping up cinnamon rolls for a teacher who spent extra time to teach me a concept, penning a thank-you note to someone who had given an effective presentation, or using her china at an “everyday” meal for an “I’m grateful for you” statement. She may not have sat me down for a lesson on thanksgiving, but her expressions of thankfulness to others as a daily discipline taught me invaluable lessons.

G. B. Stern said, “Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” You may feel thankful, but unshared thankfulness is useless to others.

Here are some easy ways to get started “speaking” your thanks.

Under Granddad's name is Philippians 1:3
I thank my God every time I remember you.
1.  According to an old Chinese proverb, “When you eat bamboo shoots, remember who planted them.” The same goes for, “When you eat a great steak, remember who grilled it.” Scribble a note of thanks on a napkin and send it to the chef via your server.

1.  You may or may not agree with the current war, but remember the soldiers who risk their lives daily to preserve our peace and freedom. Operation Gratitude is a volunteer, non-profit organization that wishes to show our soldiers gratitude. Through letter-writing and care packages you can show your appreciation and gratitude to the men and women of the U.S. Military. There are so many ways available to give: financial, knitting and crocheting scarfs, recycling cell phones and ink cartridges, etc.

3.  When praising others, let’s not forget the importance of praising God. Mary is our example in showing gratitude to Him.
“My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant" (Luke 1:46-48).

Saint Teresa of Avila said, “In all things discern the providence and wisdom of God, and in all things give Him thanks.”

Wonderful things transpire when we show gratitude to God. When Jehoshaphat heard that the people of Moab, Ammon, and a great multitude of others were coming to battle against Judah, he used praise as his weapon. Singers went before the army and praised him in the beauty of holiness. “Praise the Lord,” they sang. “Praise the Lord for His mercy endures forever.” What happened? Judah’s enemies killed each other!

Have you heard the proverb, “Little pitchers have big ears?” The listening ability of your children is off the charts—they understand far more than you give them credit for. You may be guilty of holding conversations that you wish they had not overheard. But when you hand out thanks—whether to the receptionist at the pediatric care center or to the woman who slices your lunch meat at the local deli—your children are listening and learning. Here are a few ways you can include them and help them grow into a grateful way of life:

1. Begin a Family Gratitude Journal or Online Blog

Charles E. Jefferson said, “Gratitude is born in the hearts of those who take time to count up past mercies.” Robert A. Emmons and Michael E. McCullough conducted three studies and found that the participants who kept a gratitude journal had greater emotional energy and subjective well being. Keeping a journal is simple. Choose a time, once a week, after dinner as “Gratitude Time.” A simple notebook will do. Allow the children to print “thank you” in colored markers all over the cover. Or go to www.dictionary.com and translate “thank you” into different languages to print on the cover. Record your family’s gratitude list in the notebook. Once a month go back and read through the lists.

2. Start Your Day with a Praise Verse

The Psalms are full of praises to God. Read one to your family at breakfast. You’ll be amazed how starting the day with thankfulness will bring joy and peace all day long. It’s hard to grumble over top of, “I love you, O Lord, my strength" (Psalm 18:1/NAB).  Write the day’s praise verse on an index card to carry with you throughout the day, or place it in a prominent place where you can see it as you perform the day’s duties.

3. Use “Gratitude Baskets” for Each Member of the Family

Hang a basket on the door of each family member’s bedroom. These baskets are to hold “thank you jots” of family gratitude. Did your son take time to play a game with his younger sister? Take time to jot a quick thank you and place it in his basket. Did your daughter bring you a bouquet of fallen leaves?  Put a “thank you jot” in her basket—even if someone has to help her read it. Don’t forget to hang a basket for Mom and Dad—your children will soon be filling it with thanks—and you’ll be training a new generation of grateful adults-to-be.

How will you keep your heart thankful in this ungrateful world? William Ward said, "God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say thank you?" A heart dries up without thankfulness soon becomes hard with selfishness. There is a remedy to a hard heart. Verbalize one thankful gift each day. Soon your heart will begin to swell like a hard sponge put in water.

Don't be afraid of using too much thankfulness -- the sponge of your heart holds plenty.  And if it runs over?  That's okay, too.  A heart running over with thanksgiving spills into the hearts of others -- Thankfulness begets thankfulness.

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Saying Thanks with a Pumpkin Roll

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, God showed me a friend I needed to thank. Carisa is so unselfish in her giving.  And she does it in a totally unassuming way.  I've often sat under her sheltering tree. Within seconds, I knew how I might be able to bless Carisa.  While I cook in a rather haphazard kind of way (dumping and adding pinches), Carisa cooks recipes she has improved upon until perfect -- a rather intimidating factor contributing to why her food always tastes better than mine. A
pumpkin roll is one thing she doesn't make, but her family loves, so it was an easy choice.

When God was speaking to me, I actually responded out loud to Him to keep myself accountable -- and to help me remember. I often forget what I'm thinking as I drift off to sleep.  I've written brilliant books in my mind but in the morning don't even recall the topic.  God made sure I wouldn't forget.  I dreamed about Carisa last night and it wasn't good.  While backing out of a parking space, I couldn't get my foot on the brake.  As I struggled, I backed over one of their brand new pups.  Carisa was standing by the door sobbing.  I went into her house, only to find her grandmother lying on the couch, sobbing.  It was so horrible; no wonder I woke up shaking.  I was so afraid I would re-dream it that I struggled to stay awake the remainder of the night. Sure wish I could figure out a better way to retain my midnight thoughts!


Pumpkin Roll Recipe
This recipe looks a lot harder than it actually is.  Don't be afraid to try it.  

Cake:

3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
1 cup granulated sugar
2/3 cup pumpkin

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease and flour a 15 x 10-inch jelly-roll pan. Sprinkle towel with 1/4 cup powdered sugar.
2.  Combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt in small bowl. Beat eggs and sugar in large mixer bowl until thick. Beat in pumpkin. Stir in flour mixture. Spread evenly into prepared pan.   
3.  Bake for 13 to 15 minutes or until top of cake springs back when touched. Immediately loosen and turn cake onto prepared towel.  Roll up cake and towel together, starting with narrow end. Cool on wire rack.
Filling:

6 ounces creamed cheese
1 cup powdered sugar
4 tbsp butter
1 tsp vanilla
1.  Beat cream cheese, powdered sugar, butter and vanilla extract in small mixer bowl until smooth. 
2.  Carefully unroll cake; remove towel. Spread cream cheese mixture over cake. Reroll cake.  

Icing:

1/4 cup brown sugar
4 tbsp butter
Powdered sugar to make icing consistency. 
Chopped pecans

1.  Combine sugar and brown sugar.  Slowly heat to boiling. Cool.
2.  Add powdered sugar and beat until smooth.
3.  Pour over roll and sprinkle with pecans.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Press Release

My mother used to tell me man gives the award, God gives the reward.   ~Denzel Washington


God Helps Me
God Helps Me, a new addition in the Instant Bible Lessons for Preschoolers by Pamela J. Kuhn has won the prestigious Retailer’s Choice Award for 2011 in the Christian Education category. Sponsored by Christian Retailing Magazine (http://www.retailerschoiceawards.com/), these are the only book awards voted on by religious booksellers.

Instant Bible Lessons for Preschoolers, Rainbow Publishers' best-selling series, consists of age specific all-in-one lessons to help Sunday school teachers effectively teach kids about God's love for them. Busy Sunday school teachers comment often on their love of the "Copy & Go" element of the Instant Bible Lesson series. Instant Bible Lessons for Preschoolers is one of four age ranges in the series covering all ages from 2-12.

The Retailers Choice Awards have been repeatedly acknowledged as an important way of recognizing some of the most significant new life-changing products in the Christian retail industry. Products nominated in the competition were judged on the impact they have on staff and customers, including their ability to speak to hearts, open minds to new ways of thinking and encourage and affirm Christlike living.

The author would like to express appreciation to God for this award and extend thanks to all of the retailers who honored this title with their vote.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

What Shall We See


And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal. ~Revelation 21:10-11


Pops of green from the outdoor forest. Shades of breathtaking blue and purple painting the sky. Deep, crimson red from a bouquet of roses. Dancing clown with colorful getup. The horse's silky mane whispering through the wind as he gallops through the valley. The balanced acrobat walking the tightrope. The sun reflecting on the shimmering sand. What if we couldn't see all this beauty?


Sight has been on my mind since things have changed in our household. It began when I spotted an obnoxious long blink that my son, Landon, engaged in when trying to focus on something in particular. I thought it might be dry eyes.  To the eye doctor we headed before he started kindergarten. A proper diagnosis confirmed the need -- glasses for Landon.


Of course you want your kids to have a ‘perfect’ body and never have big problems…you are laughing, right? Come on, crazy woman! I came home and spoke my feelings  to my husband – “He’s only five! He has to wear glasses.” (In other words, not perfect.) My husband responded quickly with “It’s life, and just go on.”  Count your blessings, right?


Yes, I realize that now, and have an overwhelming feeling of God’s ‘perfect perfection’  for my family’s physical wellbeing. As I dropped the boys off at school this morning, we were early, so hesitated a moment;  I leaned back from the driver's seat,  and Ethan held my hand as we thanked God for many things – including the vision He has granted us.


To see the beauty around us and be independent while living in our world – how magnificent!
We have spent lots of time talking about Heaven lately. The kids have asked questions -- and  wish I could remember them all..…One child didn’t want to go to Heaven forever and was sobbing while asking if bikes would be in Heaven. Another question popped up this week -- you guessed it: Will we need glasses in Heaven?

Oh, I want to see Him – look upon His face!
There to sing forever of His saving grace.
On those streets of glory, let me hear my voice.
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.
~William Dunn Longstaff

Although our minute minds struggle with giving others a true picture of Heaven, we can share with them what God has given us in His Word. And why not act enthusiastic and mix it with imagination? …Hmm…Maybe the swing set in Heaven will be such fun you will never want to stop…and maybe won’t have to slow down – because you will never need to catch your breath, cool down, or get rested up…See? Aren’t you excited? See you at the playground!

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I used to do this fun clapping poem with friends and now with my own children…I dare you to click on the link, listen to the music, and explore your inner child today! Have fun! http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/playmate.htm

Oh, little playmate, come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three,
Climb up my apple tree,
Look down my rain barrel,
 Slide down my cellar door,
And we’ll be jolly friends forever more!


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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Surprise Sheltering


The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us. 
~Francois de la Rochefoucauld

Do you like surprises?  I do.  Not the big surprises like,"{Doorbell} Surprise, I'm here to spend the weekend with you" but fun surprises like a card in the mail or a tiny gift that lets me know someone was listening.

The coordinator of curriculum in the School of Liberal Arts at the university had a baby last evening.  Stefanie and her husband have a son and chose to be surprised with the gender of their new child.  RB forwarded Stefanie's e-mail announcement this morning.  The subject said, "It's a..." and in the message, in large pink letters, was one word -- Girl!  What a fun surprise.

When I entered the kitchen this morning, RB, like every morning, had my iced tea ready for me.  Beside the goblet was a single red rose (freshly cut from one of our rose bushes) in a crystal vase.  I love surprises.

Sweet Camron

Melanie picked me up this afternoon for VBS.  She brought me a Snapple Diet Peach Tea -- my favorite treat -- and so enjoyed it in between feeding, cuddling and patting the babies.  Did I mention I love surprises?

Melanie put Camron on the nursery floor and he quickly spotted a toy he wanted.  I watched in amazement as my sweet 5-month-old grandbaby used his arms to scoot over to get it. I love those sweet baby surprises.

I don't think I deserved so many surprises in one day.  But I loved them!  Joy in the simple things of life.  Smile makers.

God loves to plan surprises, too.  Every day His hands are full of surprise gifts.  Some gifts are wrapped in nature; other gifts are wrapped in skin. He's given me surprises that are gift boxed in joy and others tied with a bow of peace.

Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man. The {surprises} which God has prepared for those who love Him.  ~1 Corinthians 2:9

Did I mention that I love surprises?  I can't wait for my next surprise from God!

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Peanut Butter Surprise 


1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup butter, softened
1/4 cup peanut butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 egg

Filling:
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3/4 cup peanut butter


Preheat oven to 375*  Combine flour, cocoa and soda.  Beat sugars, butter and peanut butter.  Beat in egg and vanilla.  Stir in flour mixture and blend well.  Set aside.  Make filling by blending powdered sugar and peanut butter.
 
Roll the filling into 1" balls (about 30 balls).  Shape a tablespoon of balls around peanut butter ball.  Place onto ungreased cookie sheet 2" apart and flatten each one with a glass dipped in sugar  Bake for 7-9 minutes.  Cool.

I made these cookies for the two men who are driving our vans for VBS -- our Pastor and Jerry, an retired man who drives on Sundays, too.  (I didn't know who they were for when I started.)  I knew Melanie's family would love them (and yes, they got some) but God decided they didn't need the whole batch. Melanie pointed out the tag I had written for our pastor.  Instead of Pastor Clemens, I wrote the pastor's name where we worked for nineteen years -- Pastor Sankey.  If I know my pastor, it made him laugh -- like I'm sure Leonard Sankey will, too.  

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Heartfelt Gratitude and DIY Craft


Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul. ~Henry Ward Beecher




Do you have a favorite flower that just feels your soul? My first flowers from RB were in the form of a yellow rose corsage. I was fifteen and invited to his high school senior banquet. Do you remember the lime green and yellow combination (not to mention the polyester of it all) of the 70s? So when I see yellow roses I smile -- remembering that first date.

But RB knows that my favorite flowers are wild flowers. I'm not a perfectly-arranged-fresh-flow-er sort of girl. I like the abandonment of flowers tucked in every which way. I like the varying shapes and colors of God's creation. My Creator thought of putting thorns on roses and pompom centers on black-eyed susans. The same Creator that thought of peonies whose presence brings elegance to a home, and the tiny purple crocus that pokes its head through the snow as a promise that spring is coming.


And then, this same Creator took dozens of tiny flowers and put them together to form one large ball of beauty -- none other than the hydrangea -- definitely another favorite. Whether growing outside, fresh cut from the florist, or dried and put in an antique basket (like my sister has) -- these flowers show off the handiwork of God. The whites, creams, blues, purples, mauves and pinks of their dramatic show speak to something in my soul.

Hydrangea bark has been used in medicinal purposes such as easing muscle sprains and burns -- it's even used today in as a tonic herb in alternative medicine. And, according to folklore, if a witch put a curse on someone, the hydrangea could be used to break the curse. (can't vouch for the validity of that one!)


They are big, they are showy, but they convey the message of Heartfelt Gratitude. First of all, their showy flowers point us to the Creator of all things, the One to whom we should be filled with gratitude for. Look around at the flowers today and thank God for their colors and variety. Thank Him for the sunshine that helps them grow and the soil that feeds them. Thank God for the times He tilts His watering can and sprinkles them with the water they need.

And then, pick up a sheltering bouquet of hydrangeas to express gratitude to someone who has blessed you.  Wrap some white blooms in tissue and present to a friend who helped make your life more simple.  Pink symbolizes gentleness.  Green hydrangeas can express to a friend that you appreciate the hope and peace she gave you or the patience she showed.  Your compassionate and caring friend needs the blue hydrangea while the lavender flowers should go to the lively, creative and witty.  The deeper purple blooms signify riches and can be given to a friend who helped you in a financial way.


Sometimes we just need to shelter the shelter-er. The one who sacrificed their time to bless you, the one who prayed for your need, or the shared their garden bounty. Scribble your heartfelt gratitude on a note (explaining the color-coded significance) to present with it. You, the sheltered, can be the shelter-er.

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Hydrangea Balls




I found these balls on Jenn's blog, Clean and Scentsible. I couldn't find the hydrangea punch but I thought the flower punch I already had would work.  And it did...but I didn't consider the difference in size.  Pinning those babies on took forever.  So when I was at a Michaels and saw Martha's punch there, I decided to try it.  So much quicker! I think they are both pretty, but the hydrangea punch made them look more hydrangea-y.  

Joanns carries the pearl paper which I love -- the sheen makes them dressier.  Check Jenn's blog for the exact directions.  No need for me to redo what she already has done.  And when you're there, leave a message and tell her Pamela from the Sheltering Tree sent you.




Saturday, April 23, 2011

My Lord of Easter.


We live and die; Christ died and lived!  ~John Stott





I missed hearing the trio Melanie is in sing this song by Stuart Christopher Townsend tonight.  It's one of my favorites.   

Easter 2010



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 sin 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!

It looks like I'll miss tomorrow's special music, too.  RB and Renae playing The Holy City, an ensenble singing, a brass trio... We are blessed with beautiful music and yes, I'd like to hear it.  But lying here thinking about our music, I had to rejoice.  Seeing my grandbabies dressed for Easter,  their eyes sparkle when they hear the duck I got them giggle, having them come to mawmaw's for lunch really has nothing to do with why I'm rejoicing. 

I'm rejoicing in the resurrection of my Lord and Savior.  The same Lord who offered the first communion to His disciples.  The same Lord Judas betrayed with a kiss.  The same Lord Peter denied.  The same Lord who was beaten and hanged on a cruel cross.

He's my Lord and it doesn't matter where I am.  Those protecting our country in Iraq are rejoicing in my Lord.  Those sharing the good news of Jesus in other countries are rejoicing in my Lord.  My sweet grandbabies stirring up the resurrection cookies are learning to rejoice in my Lord.  In and out of the rooms of Saint John's we will be rejoicing in my Lord.  Emily and I, in Room 530, will be rejoicing in our Lord.



Photo by Emily


The Father's deep love -- that's why I rejoice.

      The agony of the Chosen One -- that's why I rejoice.

           My sin that held Jesus on the cross -- that's why I rejoice.

                 His wounds that paid my ransom -- that's why I rejoice.

                     My Lord of Easter -- that's why I can rejoice -- wherever I am! 

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