Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Hm...It's been a little while since I posted last hu? You probably think that I've abandoned you...but fear not... I haven't. I've been really quite busy for the last week or so. So if i don't post for a while..be patient I shall probably post on the weekend or whenever I have spare time.
Softball has been going pretty good I suppose. We are 2-5 right now. On Thursday we have a double header and then on Friday we get to go and play in the Metrodome! How fun!! The bus leaves at 5 in the morning. So its a good thing it takes 2 hours to get to the dome, so I can sleep! We play at 8:00 am and then the baseball boys will play after us (they are riding the same bus as us). I am extremely excited about going. Lord willing we will do well...but whatever the outcome it will just be fun to play in the dome. Pray that I would be an example of Godliness to the girls...and that I would have a good attitude whatever the outcome. Hopefully I will be able to get some one to take some pictures so I can show ya'll. Well, until next time! Ciao!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
It is a sweet thing to die in the Lord: it is a covenant-blessing to sleep in Jesus. Death is no longer banishment, it is a return from exile, a going home to the many mansions where the loved ones already dwell.~Morning and Evening, April 20 pp. 222
Let us fight as if it all depends upon us, but let us look up and know that all depends upon Him.
~Morning and Evening, April 20 pp. 223
A living Redeemer, truly mine, is a joy unspeakable.
~Morning and Evening, April 21 pp. 224
It is far easier to fight with sin in public than to bray against it in private.
~Morning and Evening, April 16 pp. 215
This is a sauce with which you may season every dish of life, and you will find an improvement in every case. Whether it be in prayer or praise, whether it be work or suffering, the genuine salt of humility cannot be used in excess.
~Morning and Evening, April 5 pp. 193
Thursday, April 17, 2008
To go along with humility here is a quote by Charles Spurgeon about self-confidence.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
"Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am." - John xvii. 24.
O death! why dost thou touch the tree beneath whose spreading branches weariness hath rest? Why dost thou snatch away the excellent of the earth, in whom is all our delight? If thou must use thine axe, use it upon the trees which yield no fruit; thou mightest be thanked then. But why wilt thou fell the goodly cedars of Lebanon? O stay thine axe, and spare the righteous. But no, it must not be; death smites the goodliest of our friends; the most generous, the most prayerful, the most holy, the most devoted must die. And why? It is through Jesus' prevailing prayer-"Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am." It is that which bears them on eagle's wings to heaven. Every time a believer mounts from this earth to paradise, it is an answer to Christ's prayer. A good old divine remarks, "Many times Jesus and his people pull against one another in prayer. You bend your knee in prayer and say 'Father, I will that thy saints be with me where I am'; Christ says, 'Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am.'" Thus the disciple is at cross-purposes with his Lord. The soul cannot be in both places: the beloved one cannot be with Christ and with you too. Now, which pleader shall win the day? If you had your choice; if the King should step from his throne, and say, "Here are two supplicants praying in opposition to one another, which shall be answered?" Oh! I am sure, though it were agony, you would start from your feet, and say, "Jesus, not my will, but thine be done." You would give up your prayer for your loved one's life, if you could realize the thoughts that Christ is praying in the opposite direction-"Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am. " Lord, thou shalt have them. By faith we let them go.
-Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, March 22, pg. 165
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
And now the snow was really melting in earnest and patches of green grass were beginning to appear in every direction. Unless you have looked at a world of snow as long as Edmund had been looking at it, you will hardly be able to imagine what a relief those green patches were after the endless white.
Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down onto the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree-tops.
Soon there were more wonderful things happening. Coming suddenly round a corner into a glade of silver birch trees Edmund saw the ground covered in all directions with little yellow flowers- celandines. The noise of water grew louder. Presently they actually crossed a stream. Beyond it they found snowdrops growing.
Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of the water. Close beside the path they were following a bird suddenly chirped from the branch of a tree. It was answered by the chuckle of another bird a little further off. And then, as if that had been a signal, there was chattering and chirruping in every direction, and then a moment of full song, and within five minutes the whole wood was ringing with birds' music, and wherever Edmund's eyes turned he saw birds alighting on branches, or sailing overhead or having their little quarrels.
There was no trace of the fog now. The sky became bluer and bluer and now there were white clouds hurrying across it from time to time. In the wide glades there were primroses. A light breeze sprang up which scattered drops of moisture from the swaying branches and carried cool, delicious scents against the faces of the travellers. The trees began to come fully alive. The larches and birches were covered with green, the laburnums with gold. Soon the beech trees had put forth their delicate, transparent leaves. As the travellers walked under them the light also became green. A bee buzzed across their path.
"This is no thaw." said the Dwarf, suddenly stopping. "This is spring."
-C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, pg. 114-118