Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Steps to Contentment
- Allow thyself to complain of nothing, not even of the weather.
- Never picture thyself under any circumstances in which thou art not.
- Never compare thine own lot with that of another.
- Never allow thyself to dwell on the wish that this or that had been, or were, otherwise than it was, or is. God Almighty loves thee better and more wisely than thou dost thyself.
- Never dwell on the morrow. Remember that it is God's, not thine. The heaviest part of sorrow is to look forward to it. "The Lord will provide."
-E. B. Pusey (a 19th century church leader)
-Taken from Melanie's Blog. Thanks Melanie!
Evening, April 16
“And his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.”
Exodus 17:12
It is far easier to fight with sin in public, than to pray against it in private. It is remarked that Joshua never grew weary in the fighting, but Moses did grow weary in the praying; the more spiritual an exercise, the more difficult it is for flesh and blood to maintain it. Let us cry, then, for special strength, and may the Spirit of God, who helpeth our infirmities, as He allowed help to Moses, enable us, like him, to continue with our hands steady “until the going down of the sun.” Intermittent supplication avails but little, we must wrestle all night, and hold up your hands, “until the going down of the sun;” till the evening of life is over; till we shall come to the rising of a better sun in the land where prayer is swallowed up in praise.Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
Morning, April 12th
Psalm 22:14
Our souls may sometimes long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light of the Lord’s countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest. Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord’s feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to whisper to Him that if He will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of His own love which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His feet forever.
Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
“My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.”
Psalm 22:14
Our souls may sometimes long and faint, and thirst even to anguish, to behold the light of the Lord’s countenance: at such times let us stay ourselves with the sweet fact of the sympathy of our great High Priest. Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord’s feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to whisper to Him that if He will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of His own love which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His feet forever.Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
a foggy day
Imagine:
Waking up to a fog so heavy its like you could almost climb up and fall asleep on them.
Riding in the car with the rain plunking a tune on the hood of your car.
The melodious squeaking of the wipers.
Puddles of water just waiting for you to jump in them.
A warm breeze kissing your cheek as the rain falls on your head.
A quiet.
Gloomy.
Delicious day.
As the day goes on the fog begins to lift ever so gently.
Sunlight begins to peek through the clouds.
The sun comes out for but a moment as if to make sure you haven't forgotten its marvelous face.
The cotton like clouds begin to veil the beaming sun.
The sun goes down.
Down.
Down.
Behind the clouds leaving you in total darkness.
Evening sets in with a handful of stars daring to shine their light from the sky.
Winds so strong they threaten to pull down the trees in pursuit of something unseen.
The deep wave like roaring of the wind through the trees.
Inside you're hiding under a multitude of blankets covering your bed to keep you warm.
A pillow to hug when the wind seems to try to rip through the walls.
The gentle hum of the TV in the other room.
Your breathing progressively slows down to a steady, shallow pace.
You slowly drift off to sleep to the song of the wind.
Your eyes gradually begin to get droop.
Slower.
Lower.
Closer.
Tighter.
They're shut for good, not due to open again until the dawning of a new day.
Waking up to a fog so heavy its like you could almost climb up and fall asleep on them.
Riding in the car with the rain plunking a tune on the hood of your car.
The melodious squeaking of the wipers.
Puddles of water just waiting for you to jump in them.
A warm breeze kissing your cheek as the rain falls on your head.
A quiet.
Gloomy.
Delicious day.
As the day goes on the fog begins to lift ever so gently.
Sunlight begins to peek through the clouds.
The sun comes out for but a moment as if to make sure you haven't forgotten its marvelous face.
The cotton like clouds begin to veil the beaming sun.
The sun goes down.
Down.
Down.
Behind the clouds leaving you in total darkness.
Evening sets in with a handful of stars daring to shine their light from the sky.
Winds so strong they threaten to pull down the trees in pursuit of something unseen.
The deep wave like roaring of the wind through the trees.
Inside you're hiding under a multitude of blankets covering your bed to keep you warm.
A pillow to hug when the wind seems to try to rip through the walls.
The gentle hum of the TV in the other room.
Your breathing progressively slows down to a steady, shallow pace.
You slowly drift off to sleep to the song of the wind.
Your eyes gradually begin to get droop.
Slower.
Lower.
Closer.
Tighter.
They're shut for good, not due to open again until the dawning of a new day.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
silhouette
I had cropped this picture and was tempted to use the cropped picture instead, but the blackness just speaks volumes to me. It makes the moon seem even brighter to me. :)
Eis
I hope that these window pictures aren't getting a little old for everyone. I like 'em, even if they all look the same. :)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Moon
Isaiah 60:19
The sun will no more be your light by day,
nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you,
for the LORD will be your everlasting light,
and your God will be your glory.
Valentines Day Box
I found out the other day that I needed to make a box for Valentines day to take to work. So I started racking my brain this morning and this is what I came up with. :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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