Thursday, January 27, 2011

In quietness and confidence shall be your strength Is.30

For "when He giveth quietness, who then can make afraid?" Job34:29

...self is the very thing I want to keep out of sight, for the intruding of self, in hours of quiet meditation, is like walking across a sandy plain when the sky is cloudless, and the sun at the point in the heavens which lets our shadow fall forward rather than backward. -And- who wants to walk with the shadow of self leading the way; "Self" - "that black spot in our sunshine,"

Ah! Dear Lord, I pray Thee, henceforth let the shadow of self fall behind, not before; and it will, if the soul abides in the quietness the Lord giveth.

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art:
Make me as a child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee

"What Thou shalt today provide,
Let me as a Child receive;
What tomorrow may be-tide,
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
"Tis enough that Tout wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?

"As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise
Fears to stir a step alone:
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, guard, and guide."

In Quietness and Confidence ~ by Rose Porter

Wednesday, January 26, 2011



I had my eye on this title for some time. The description at Lamplighter Publishing intrigued me immensely. I finally sent for it.
I am a huge proponent of the "ounce of prevention being worth the pound of cure" philosophy, for all philosophies stand with absolute truth, water it down to meaningless murkiness, or stand in direct opposition to it.

It's lessons were as simple and powerful as God's truth, which lays plainly before us, waiting only for our decision to work the outcome. It was that way in the garden, and will remain so till time passes away.

I knew this story would be a lesson in the curse of thinking we know better than the Lord, and the results of demanding, or taking as it were, what we may feel is missing, or that which the Lord is holding out on us. But, what impressed itself most indelibly upon my heart and mind is the love and kindness of the Lord in His Sovereignty, in hedging us in even with thorns, from a pure heart of love for us, causing me to ask for wisdom and discernment regarding all things and situations concerning my life.

It amazed me to see all the "thorns of affliction" the Lord allowed in this young man's life to thwart him from evil. And so it is with us, and yet we grumble and complain thinking our Lord cares not for our woes, when He is leading us with chords of kindness.

"It is good for me that I was afflicted that I might learn Thy statutes."~ Psalm 119

"Our heavenly Father, having pity on His poor creatures, and having provided for them a means of salvation, disposes their affairs in life in that way which He sees will best work towards the attainment of this blessed purpose, that is their salvation; He knows the way they ought to go, and puts, as it were, a hedge on this side and on that side,to keep them on the paths of righteousness. Some are hedged in by careful or vigilant parents, some by strict or hard masters, some by sickness, some by poverty, some by dying friends, some by unkind relations, some by frowns of the world, and some by infirmities of their own minds...pp 40,41


Oh that we would trust the hand that afflicts us as Paul did (IICor. -10), and even as our Savior did when the Father did not allow the cup to pass from Him.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Talk about style..

I made this for Biddy when she was about a year old. I'm sure now she was hoping no one saw her in it! LOL! Such a forgiving little girl!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

There is therefore no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus...Romans 1:8


I was having my devotions this morning and this precious hymn came to my mind. My heart was just overflowing at reading the words, I hope that it will bless you as well.


And Can it Be?

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
for me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?...

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
to sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more...

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
and bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!...

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee...

Still the small inward voice I hear,
that whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
that quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart...

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
and clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own...

~John Wesley

Truely, where would we be without this hymns of old that are so rich, incredibly rich. They minister to the heart like nothing today's Christian music can.


Monday, January 3, 2011

Happy New Year 2011