Showing posts from June, 2012

Weekend Worship at Highland Park United Methodist--Home Church of George and Laura Bush

I wanted to take you inside this week but the courtyards were so pretty, I just couldn't leave them out. I wish I had had time to just sit down and truly soak in the presence of God while we were there. But looking at the beauty through these pictures while meditating on His Word will have to suffice. I pray that God meets you here in His courtyard preparing for the inner beauty of His sanctuary next week. High Park United Methodist Church, Dallas, Texas

Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. Psalm 100:4-101:1

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; bring an offering and come into his courts . Psalm 96:8

My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Psalm 84:2

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
planted in the house of the…

Pressed Between the Pages Of My Mind

Today I came across an old minute flower pressed between the pages of my Bible. It reminded me of another day many years ago when the storms of life were seemingly raging at every turn.
I remember strolling through my backyard--heart consumed with grief; unending tears, not splashing but softly flowing rivulets urging recollections of happier times. I tried to encourage my soul to think on good things as the Bible tells us to do but couldn't seem to tear my mind away from the negative thoughts.
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.
The end of verse 9 goes on to say "and the God of peace will be with you."
I knew as a Christian I was not supposed to be in such turmoil in my mind and heart but could not seem to find anything lovely or good to think upon. 

About that time, my foot grazed a tiny, …

He Told Me Everything

Stand here at watering well today, lingering images of moments passed interrupt calm.
It was just another day. Day of sadness, depression and guilt. How was I to know that day would change my life forever.
Or should I say the man I met would change my life for all time.
Just another daily chore, getting water for daily needs. Just another life changed, receiving soothing water for eternal thirsts.
Just another noon-time walk to communal well, Just another Emmaus stroll with cool, evening breeze.
Just another talk with stranger, Just another Word of abundant life.
Just another salty rivulet of reputation ruined wiped away, Just another rushing rapid of sweetened joy.
Just another jar of cracked and broken clay, Just another vessel of broken bread and poured out wine.
He told me everything I'd ever done, He forgave all,
Just another memory, I think not--
For a moment soul sags over well in doubled grief, But only a moment,
Once again I remember-- I am redeemed.

Ps 56:8 You keep track of all my sorrows. You…

The Old Cyberspace Attic

It's hard to imagine, isn't it? A treasure chest that no one wants to open--not much joy in that, is there?
But if we look, I'm sure that there are areas of our lives or those close to us that we let go untouched, unsearched, unopened for whatever reason.
Just today a friend of mine said this to me. "I feel like I have an old treasure chest that no one wants to open."
She was referring to her years of old collected journals--diaries she has poured her heart and soul and life's blood into for her children, her grandchildren and all of her descendants.
She is a lot like me in ways--always wishing that she had known her ancestors a little bit better, listened to their tales of teams of oxen, wagons, corn-husk dolls and young saplings used for bucking broncos just one more time, lingered on the front porch shelling peas with them just a smidgen longer, took another sip of that cold iced tea as she listened to one more story about their barn dances and cake walks.
I gu…

Weekend Worship at Trinity United Methodist Church, Athens, TN

Interesting and sobering question on their sign--

Can our kind church reach the world?

Revelation 3:1-6New International Version (NIV) To the angel of the church in Sardis write:
These are the words of him who holds the seven spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds;you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead.

Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God.Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent.But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you.

Yet you have a few people in Sardis who have not soiled their clothes. They will walk with me, dressed in white, for they are worthy.
The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the name of that person from the book of life, but will acknowledge that name before my Father and his angels.
Whoever has ears, let them hear wh…

Hope Rises Once More

Iprepare for the night ahead. The darkness here in the desert can be quite cold--so I cocoon myself in future warmth, layer after layer of protective covering anticipating the deepest, the most penetrating bone-cold winds sweeping across the vast spaces of my soul.
The night will be long,
I've served this shift before
and the moments, the minutes, the hours
pass as winter sap from the tree--
I look ever so often to the eastern horizon
Waiting for the faintest sparkle of the tourmaline sky,
I pace from one end of my post to the other,
Ever on the lookout for trouble, for any sign of the enemy.
At times my heart beats like the flap of the eagles wings
Once it's spotted prey--
The night brings not so familiar sounds--
Sounds I don't want to be familiar--
Core of my being raps hard and I look to
The eastern realm again.
And then the quiet,
The orchestral din of reverberated nothingness,
The clashing cymbal of thought upon anxious thought--
One more quick look--
Can it be the fringe of amber sun …

What Are You Praying for Today?

On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have appointed watchmen;All day and all night they will never keep silentYou who remind the LORD, take no rest for yourselves;And give Him no rest until He establishesAnd makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth.  Isaiah 62:6,7
As we see from this passage of scripture, watchmen are never silent, they remind the Lord of his future calendar of events and appointments, they do not rest, and they give God no rest until He brings to fruition the promises to Jerusalem, making it a praise in all the earth.

For many years I have felt a call to be a watchmen for Jerusalem.  I have had periods of time when I have been faithful to this calling but more often than not, I have failed.  And so it is with a heavy heart that I come before God asking Him to forgive me, to work His mercy in my behalf and give me a new dedication and determination to be involved in the things that make His heart beat--namely, Israel.

I bought a book last summer entitled Praying for Israel's D…

A Little More Art

When I told you that I was taking the month of June off from blogging, I had no idea that my blog would take the direction it has taken.

 I think I was letting the blog "get to me." --Feeling an obligation to write something uplifting and full of wisdom when I didn't always feel that I had something worthy to say to you.

Now don't get me wrong, I love to do this and there is no other calling (for me) I consider higher than writing something that would help you in your walk with Jesus--or help your faith level.

For you see, I take very seriously what I write here--I cherish everyone of you who are in the circle of my influence and yes, I do think when someone reads my blog that they are influenced one way or another--for good or not so good.

So I had every intention of not blogging PERIOD for the whole month of June--just regrouping and refreshing myself for you.

But, while I was regrouping, I started creating more and love to share that with you.  It doesn't ta…

Weekend Worship at Seventh Day Adventist Church, Maryville, TN

On the way to North Carolina a couple of months ago, we had stopped in Maryville, TN to shop and take pictures.

We weren't on a huge deadline but we couldn't afford to stop at every place we saw that interested us.

We were just settling back to get some mileage under our belts, when I literally came up off my seat--Karen didn't slow down at all and this church was in full view though set off the road just a little ways to the left.

I almost didn't say anything (because I thought that they had to have seen it) and then I could stand it no longer--and I piped up and said in an incredulous voice, "Did you guys see that church back there?"

They kinda laughed and said that they hadn't. They laughed because we had made several stops that morning and really needed to get on down the road.

I said, "Y'all I think it is worth going back."

They kinda laughed again but Karen ever so sweetly pulled off the road, dutifully turned around and went back down the …

My Little Art Studio

Last week my husband and I heard a loud, loud crash in the middle of the night.  A cabinet that I was using to store a bunch of supplies fell over--there was stuff EVERYWHERE.

When I started to clean it up a couple of days later, something got in to me--I became a "mad" woman and I reorganized and rearranged and got my little studio more manageable and useful than ever.

So something very good came out of that little incident!

Thought you might want to see--The door in this picture opens into the bedrooms' hallway.  This room is actually intended as a fourth small bedroom.

I bought the wire wall hanging stuff at a place called Stack N Rack.

I have paper, pens and pencils, watercolors, acrylic paints, rulers, scissors, tape of all kinds, sketch pads--you name it--on this wall--

The Chinese Wall hanging is precious to me--I got it when I went to China several years ago and the writing on it is Psalm 42:1--one of my very favorite scriptures.  I got paint on it and tried to "…

Guess Who?

Most of the time I need the eyes to be able to identify someone but this person's jaw line and shape of face is so distinctive, I think you can tell right off.

In fact, it looks more like her with just part of her face showing than with all of it--at least to me.

Oops!  Didn't notice that I forgot her eyebrows until I took the picture.  It's funny how we see things in pictures that we do not otherwide--crazy!

There, that's a little better--

It's supposed to be Audrey Hepburn--hope you could tell.

My goodness, faces are hard, especially ones that are not full frontal views.
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