Closet Inventory = HELP!

I find it very very hard to blog on the new blog-thing-document (whatever you call it).  Its so white and grey and orange.  GOOGLE what happened to the color in life? ! ?  Couldn't you have added a bit more color in the updates?.... blah.

Anyhow.... I have been wondering on how one manages to track closets?  My clothes are tumbling out of the shelves again, after having been tidied and straightened for the 100th + time.  (Due to trying to see what there is to wear.)

I would love a inventory system or something, but so far have not had much luck... If you know of a way, please share :)

Keep Me Safe till the Storm Passes By

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.


Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,
For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"
But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

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.

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...

Lassie, Will You Go

Beautiful!

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.

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