Saturday, September 24, 2016

How Vast His Love


There is no measure of His love
That man can understand,
But we can glimpse it when we see
The world formed by His hand.
 
The height and breadth that mountains spread,
The deep reach of the sea,
The force of the great hurricane
All give a hint to me
 
Of how eternal and how vast
The love of God must be,
Expanding beyond all we know
And all that we can see.
 
Although I cannot comprehend
The love at His command,
I still am grateful for that love.
That much, I understand.
 
Ephesians 3:18 
that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,

This phenomenal shot was captured by ATF this morning as she flew over the northern Cascade range! WOW!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Sufficient





















Peace walks before me as I go,
It’s in Your grace, oh Lord.
Though all up hill, I can still walk,
Mind and soul in accord.

I feel a tempest rising now,
Yet in its eye, I’m calm.
For I walk within Your peace, Lord,
It is my spirit’s balm.

So let the storm winds rise and rage
And let the path grow rough.
Your peace and grace will bide with me
And that, Lord, is enough.

2 Corinthians 12:9 
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Late Bloomer


It’s meant to bloom in early spring
Yet there it shines today.
It doesn’t seem to know or care
That winter’s on its way.
All of its fellows are long gone
Yet still it blooms brightly,
And I must admit to the joy
I find it brings to me.
What courage does it take to bloom
Midst last season’s decay
And do it with such sweet delight
As to dispel dismay.
In fact, it blooms with such sweet joy,
At closer glance I spied,
A new bud, echoing its joy,
Is nestled at its side.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

The Quiet Place-republished

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I dwell in sorrow half the night,  
The chaos of the day
Can overwhelmed me ‘til I run
And try to hide-away.
 
But in the silence where I hide
I find good company,
For you are always waiting there
And you always love me.
 
I’m not your finest creation,
My faith is often frail,
But you have always stood by me
Through every new travail.
 
It’s not your faithfulness that’s weak
But mine that fails the test;
Yet every time I quit or fall
You hold me to your breast
 
And let me know that I am loved
In spite of all my shame;
You lift me up and dust me off
You call me by my name.
 
All of the heavenly voices
And all the songs they’ve sung
Cannot be sweeter than the sound
Of my name on your tongue

I am not worthy of your love
And yet you still love me;
Each day I chain myself with fear,
Each day you set me free.

So meet me in that silent place,
Where I am on my knees,
I’m not as strong as I should be,
But let me serve you, please.
 
First published September 28, 2010

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Valley of Shadows


I walked the dark valley today,
Its shadows looming grim.
I would not have found my way through
If I had not had Him.
 
I felt the dark sweep over me
As I knelt down to weep.
I had forgotten the promise
That I am His to keep.
 
But, as the tears spilled from my eyes
To settle in heart,
I heard Him call my name softly
And I felt new hope start.
 
The valley may be long and dark,
But it will end someday,
And I won’t walk that path alone.
He’ll guide me all the way.
 
So I rose up and turned my face
Toward the growing light,
No longer fearful of my path,
Protected by His Might.

This gorgeous photo of the Tennessee Valley is a gift from LRS. What a breathtaking view and it makes me long to see it in person. Thank You, L! 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Flowing Waters


The stream flows sweetly down the hill
Its water running free
To nourish all along its path
As God meant it to be.
 
The storms of life may stem its flow,
Or turn it from its bed,
But patiently it finds its way
Back to the path instead.
 
For God has set it on its course,
Its water flows from Him,
And it would not fail in this task
Though all the world turn grim.
 
Thus is it, too, in my life now,
My mind clogs and moves slow,
But no debris can stem the stream
Where Living Waters flow.
 
I’ll stand in faith and hold to Him
Whose grace wells up in me,
Until I am the flowing stream
That He’s asked me to be.
 
John 7:38
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”

This photo is a gift from ATF, who always looks for the perfect shot for me! Love you, A!!! 

Tonight marks the end of my sixth year of writing “Each Day A Praise”. When I started out this project, I thought that it would be a one year project. Each year now, for the past three years, I have wondered if I had enough brain power to continue for another year, and each year God has encouraged me to carry on. This year I am sensing that I can step back a bit, write some new verses, but re-post old favorites as well. I told a prayer partner and dear old friend, our meme maker, of my worry that I was getting too caught up in anguishing over the quality of the praises and less focused on just trusting “My Collaborator’s” direction. I asked her to pray for me to have a clear direction on what to do. Without having discussed my plan with her, she agreed to pray and suggested that I write a few new praises and re-post a few old favorites each week. I took that unprompted suggestion to be an endorsement of what I had been leaning toward and I am stepping forward on that course.

Thus, Each Day A Praise will continue on and I am grateful to my sweet Meme Maker, to all of you who offer love, support, guidance, input and PHOTOS, and, most especially, I am grateful for my “Collaborator” and all the Living Water that He continues to pour through my life!  AMEN!!!!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Winter's Harbinger


Time is moving slowly now
Tomorrow it will fly
It’s odd how, when I rest, it’s slow,
But work makes it fly by.
 
The seasons seem to me the same
Spring and summer fly fast,
But autumn lingers on a while
And winter’s never “past”.
 
It’s fortunate, then, that I love
The brilliant autumn days,
And that I relish the slow pace
Of winter’s rainy haze.
 
For autumn days are on us now,
They’ve settled in the trees
And whisper of the coming cold
On every chilly breeze.
 
I’m growing used to the slow pace
And to the cooler days,
I’m recalling how much I love
The drowsy winter ways.