Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
Work each day, as if for the Lord,
With diligence and faith.
Don’t be distracted by your pride
For that’s a hollow wraith.
Still we ought work and praise
And thank the Lord that He loves us
Despite our wayward ways.
But serve Him with such joy
That none may doubt He is the one
Whose teachings you employ.
Work with all of mankind
That they may also see in you
The life that He outlined.
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not
for men
When I was broken, heart and soul,
You restored me to grace.
You healed the broken pieces and
A new me took their place.
And held me to Your side.
The scars that had once marred my soul,
Removed and cast aside.
The outer me unchanged,
But in Your sight I am made new.
The old me is estranged.
When You restored my soul.
Please help to hold faithfully
To You who made me whole.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me
with a willing spirit.
I see the miracles You do
In each day that I live.
The blessings poured out on my life,
The grace You always give.
The thunder rolling in.
I feel Your peace fill up my soul
When my hope’s wearing thin.
I see the works You do,
But, despite the wonders I’ve seen,
Lord, I’ve never seen You.
Firmly within Your hand,
And all the universe unfolds
Exactly as You’ve planned.
When I first see Your face.
I suspect I’ve had a preview
Each time I’ve felt Your grace.
The oceans roll on shore.
I see Your presence everywhere,
I feel it so much more.
But until that day’s here
I’ll watch for the signs of Your grace
That prove You’re ever near.
Your way was through the sea, your path through the great
waters; yet your footprints were unseen.
He spoke in parables each day,
But this one He lived out.
There’s more to this than meets the eye…
Here’s what it’s all about.
That ripens in the sun.
A second growth appears by fall,
When first harvest is done.
The winter figs remain.
So, when the leaves burst out in spring
The winter fruit shows plain.
With leaves, but without fruit,
That it would not bear figs again.
To argue that was moot.
About the fruit we bear.
Though we wave bright leaves in display,
We’d best have fruit to share.
Without faith it’s a lie.
For when our faith takes root in Him,
Then our fruit will not die.
Can harm those who seek Him
By distracting them with false truths,
Leaves on a fruitless limb.
The fruit we bear by what we share
Should help His harvest grow,
And He will prune or uproot trees
Which bring His harvest low.
And your faith grow each day,
That your fruit will bring Him such joy,
He’ll smile at its display.
And seeing a fig tree by the wayside, he went to it and
found nothing on it but only leaves. And he said to it, “May no fruit ever come
from you again!” And the fig tree withered at once.
When we lift up our daily prayers
Which approach should we choose?
Give me this, Lord and that, too, or
Would thanks be best to use?
The requests of our heart.
While supplication does matter,
Thanks is the place to start.
For the roof overhead,
And for His Word, by which we grow,
Our precious daily bread.
And those who love us, too.
Maybe even the hardships that
He’s helped us to walk through.
Then lift your requests up
Knowing His love tends to lead to
An overflowing cup.
do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by
prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to
God.
Your grace always amazes me.
You know just what I need
Before I even realize,
No need to beg or plead.
Comfort when my heart aches.
You give me strength to walk in faith.
Your grace is all it takes.
I cannot contemplate
How vast is Your authority,
Your mercy’s never late.
As the tempests pass through
I do not fear the storm’s wild wrath
Because I trust in You.
Before I rose today
And having it prepared for me.
In praise and thanks, I pray!
My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure
dwellings, and in quiet resting places.
On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock,
my refuge is God.
We see ourselves through our own eyes,
Thinking others do, too.
Yet, they see us in their own light,
From their own point of view.
In that, I’m not alone.
We ought to reflect grace to all
And not a heart of stone.
Our broken, human side.
Thinking we’re reflecting You, while
Showing not grace, but pride.
And praise You before all.
We won’t be perfect reflections,
But we can share Your call.
Praise You every day,
That, when others see us, they see
Your Light to mark the way.
"Let your light shine before others, so that they
may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven."
This photo is a precious gift from TAF on her trip to Egypt!
Though my path may be lost in night,
The way rocky and steep,
I will not let fear rule my heart
For I am Yours to keep.
The moon hiding its face,
Still, I will find my way to You,
Relying on Your grace.
My strength during travail,
And I will not quake in despair,
For Your love will not fail.
That leads me down dark ways,
But I know, too, You’re always near,
Even on my worst days.
To trap me in the night.
For I know there’s no darkness, Lord,
That can obscure Your Light.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the
light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is
bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.
People can be so difficult
To deal with now and then,
But that has not changed over time.
That’s how it’s always been.
And just tell people, “No!”,
But we, His children, have been called
To give the grace we know.
Is what we’re called to do.
As He bears patiently with us
We’re to be patient, too.
Evil within our space,
But those who are walking with Him
Deserve to feel our grace.
I thank Him with true joy
For giving me another chance
To give grace I enjoy.
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one
another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Sorry for the poor resolution of this cowbird, perched on a cow. It was taken from across the road, through the wire fence on my cell phone, but it was too funny to skip over!
He walked with them for several years,
Teaching what they should know.
Giving them gifts that they could share
With others as they go.
But there was so much more
Than what they were able to share,
And so much more in store.
The records show were done,
There were so many more that were
Performed by Heaven’s Son.
They couldn’t share them all,
And they only knew those He did
After they heard His call.
And where we stand today,
There are more miracles to count
Than any man could say.
Who formed us, set us free.
Imagine how much more awesome
The full list’s bound be!!
Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were
every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not
contain the books that would be written.