God Bless The USA

Lee Greenwood and this amazing song “Proud to be an American” is high on my list of songs for any time of the year, but especially right now with the 4th of July approaching and so many friends – some of whom I’ve never met but still appreciate – overseas serving in our military right now.  Play this song and sing with me! Sing to them and with them!

http://youtu.be/Q65KZIqay4E

Thanks for serving, everyone!  God bless you all!

Rock On – Compassion Redefined!

How do you define compassionate living?  It just may be broader than you have considered . . .

Our sense of community and compassionate intelligence must be extended to all life forms, plants, animals, rocks, rivers, and human beings. This is the story of our past and it will be the story of our future.

– Terry Tempest Williams –

 

The Mountains Are Shaking!

A friend shared this quote earlier today and it was His timing that I saw it.  Made me cry and reminded me that He and I will make it through every storm together!  Thanks to Kim for the reminder and to the Lord for His amazing love at all times!

“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion on you. Isaiah 54:10″

What Do You Expect?

It’s been a crazy week . . . you know how those are.  This quote keeps me going and most especially in weeks like this one has been.  Blessing to you all! 

“The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever— do not abandon the works of your hands.” Psalm 138:8 NIV1984

 

Check this out and add your amen to my own!

How To Save The World

It is quite simple:

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.  – Gandhi

 

 

 

Life In Full Color!

My life always seemed okay.  I went about doing my thing.  I didn’t see a need for making changes but there came a day when I met someone who made me question . . .

Suddenly, it seemed my life as I’d always known it lacked color.  I hadn’t noticed it before. 

I knew this man “knew something” I was missing out on . . .

This man had something I didn’t . . .

I began to pray for “some of that” in my own life . . .

He knew Jesus . . .

It was confusing at first, for I’d known about Him all my life . . .

The man I met and heard preach had something more . . .

I prayed some more and when I ran out of words, I heard His voice . . .

Knowing about someone is not the same as knowing Him . . .

The Lord wants to be close and personal with us . . . with me . . .

So I invited Him, and He was there waiting . . .

I saw His smile and tears in His eyes, just like the man who preached that day . . .

He had been waiting to get close to me since before my birth . . .

Suddenly, my life changed! 

It had color where there had only been black and white . . .

It had new direction, patterns, where there’d been just flat land . . .

 

It still has challenges yet now He’s holding my hand . . . carrying me!

Be Still – A Quote For Monday

Being still does not mean don’t move. It means move in peace.

– E’yen A. Gardner –

Who’s Driving?

I came to a rather shocking conclusion today. 

First, let me confess . . . I don’t like driving.  Never really have.  Oh, I do drive and while it was later in my life (around 20) than many, I have a license and a good driving record, but I’d rather be the front seat passenger and trust someone else to drive.  I admit, I don’t always know where “places” are.  When I am the passenger, I nearly always put all my trust in the one at the wheel.  Okay, occasionally I’ve had some doubts, but largely my trust in completely in the human steering the car and I’m enjoying the ride. 

I love the window down tossing my hair around, I love hearing the birds sing, seeing the blue sky, discovering that cow out there in the farm we passed, the egret at the side of the highway, the flowers planted in the middle of the road which separate east bound and west bound . . . my mind goes to a story idea, composes a poem, or maybe I just sip my iced coffee and chill. 

It came to me earlier that when God says “here, let me drive” I do sometimes hand Him the keys and slide over to the passenger side, but hesitantly.  I ask questions like “where are we going” and “do we have enough gas” and “but where’s the map” and “gosh, why aren’t we there yet” and the list goes on.

Why is it that when my friends drive me I fear little even though they can’t protect me from the jerk in the car behind me tailgating, are imperfect like me, may not be totally focused in the way they need to be, might get undone by a speed bump, and yet . . . I relax and surrender.

With God at the spiritual steering wheel, for that’s what I realized . . . why is it that I waiver, I question, I hesitate, I tremble, I ask “are we there yet” and I neglect to enjoy the beauty along my spiritual path? 

I really don’t like driving. I think it’s time to hand Him the keys.

God Saw That It Was Good

Genesis 1:12

¹² The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kindsand trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.

So, today a friend and I went blueberry picking and wow those bushes were loaded.  We nibbled and filled our buckets, too.  As God said, it was good, so are my muffins, my banana blueberry bread, and the cran-blueberry scones I am about to make.  Care to come for tea?  Also on the menu is waffled with blueberries and cream. 

The day had its rough stops . . . nothing I can do to smooth them out, but I fixed what I could and He will handle the rest.