Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Judge Gently










Often we proffer conculsions about others based on our assumptions. I am as guilty as any in this matter, but was recently challenged by the following poem to question my own conclusions of others.
We don't have to ignor evidence, and I am not speaking of tolerance of wrong doing. I am thinking of those little moments, when someone makes a different decision than our own - not a bad decision, just a different decision. Priorities and responsibilities are given to individuals by God in different ways, a person called to a distant mission field has that priority, but not everyone is called to a distant field of service.

Ask yourself today, am I judgingly gently?



Judge Gently


Pray don't find fault with the man who limps

or stumbles along the road,

unless you have worn the shoes he wears

or struggled beneath his load.

There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,

though hidden away from view,

or the burden he bears, placed on your back

might cause you to stumble too.

Don't sneer at the man who's down today

unless you have felt the blow

that caused his fall or felt the shame

that only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows

that were his if dealt to you,

in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time,

might cause you to stagger too.


Thursday, July 26, 2012

While You Sing Over Me




Look out my heart the wind is blowing again
It´s time to batten down the broken parts
Look out my heart debris is flying around
Confusion wants to shake your solid ground

Storms may come along and winds may blow
Raging tempest will come and go
But I´ll hide in the shadow of Your wings

I´ll hide in the shadow of Your wings
And listen while You sing
I´ll hide in the shadow of Your wings
And listen while You sing over me

Sing over me (2x)
Sing over me oh Lord, sing over me...

As I´ll hide in the shadow of Your wings
And listen while You sing
I´ll hide in the shadow of Your wings
And listen while You sing over me

Look out my heart
The wind is blowing again...

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Saturday, March 24, 2012

In All things


It stuck me, just now in fact, how very big and encompassing "All" is.
All, Everything, Everyone, All, All, All
I like "All" better than everyone or everything.
Its such a little word, and encompasses things, people, and any other that may exist.

All

God works all in all

But, what really has been on my mind is a few of the "ALL"s that God has for us.

Job_1:22 In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly.
Pro_3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Jer_7:23 walk ye in all the ways that I have commanded you, that it may be well unto you.
Rom_8:37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Transported I Rise


From the time I was little, my favorite line in this hymn was
"When clothed in his brightness, transported I rise,
To meet him in clouds of the sky,"

Until then, may we rejoice that we are hidden in the cleft of the rock.
~Ash

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Why mind the fashion?


Ah! I found a wing-ding of a quote!

"Why mind the fashion? Wear a big hat and be comfortable!"
~Louisa May Alcott

No, this isn't me in the picture, but I did buy this hat ~ Ah! how I love big hats!
:D

Sunday, January 22, 2012



She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

by Lord Byron