Sunday, June 20, 2010

I am fortunate to still have my Dad here with me...

God called my children's Dad home 19 months ago...

Today we celebrate them. The examples you set for us. The love you showered us with. The richness of our lives because of you.

We are so very blessed indeed. We love you.

Happy Father's Day.

If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"
Luke 11:13 NIV

Monday, June 14, 2010

Still processing...

You have no idea how badly I want to tell you all about the Extraordinary Women conference I attended recently. I want to tell you how the Lord touched my heart and how the Holy Spirit absolutely cradled me. Really. That weekend was so...BIG. Still, I find that every time I try to put it into words, I stumble. So I think that means the time is not yet right. I need to think about it, pray over it, process it some more before I share it here. But I haven't forgotten! As soon as I'm able, I will share it. Right here!

But for this moment, today, I'd like to share another song we sang that weekend. Thousands of women's voices lifted in praise to the Savior we love so very, very much...

*Please scroll down and pause my player before watching*

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. Romans 8:26 NIV

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

God's Rosebud

I've received this twice in as many days...usually I like to post something from Proverbs on Wednesday, but I think this is a good choice for today's Wisdom Wednesday, don't you?

A new minister was walking with an older, more seasoned minister in the garden one day.

Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice.

The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact.

It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...

"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine."

"The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"

"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way."

"The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."

Trust in the LORD with all your heart; and lean not to your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5

(You knew I'd manage to get Proverbs in here today, right?!)