Fresh from the camera! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
A Special Song
I want to share with you a song that has meant a lot to me in the past two years. I cried when I first heard it and I still cry when I hear it again. It touches my heart because I can identify so well with the author! My friend Heidi sang this song at the Borderland Ladies Retreat about a year ago. I think it touched their hearts also.
Annette Beasley gave me permission to put it on here for you to benefit from as well. If you would like to hear her sing it, the cassette “A Mother’s Heart” is free or if you prefer a CD the cost is $10! She is accompanied by guitar. Some of the songs are for your children and others for you! It is a great source of encouragement. Here is her link amothersheart@characterlink.net Annette is a mother of nine.
.I remember at one time wishing to change the words “I pour out my complaint before Him . . . ” Then I read them in Psalm 142:2 and 3, and I know so often it is truein my own life. I pour out my complaint, my spirit grows weak.. But Jesus is a refuge and I need His strength throughout the day!!!!
May you be blessed by Annette’s words as I am, and may God’s strength go on for you too!
The List Goes On
My toddler spilled his milk, the telephone is ringing.
My baby needs to nurse, someone’s at the door.
And the list goes on and the list goes on.
And the list goes on , and the list goes on
I cried to the Lord for mercy, Lord Jesus help me,
I pour out my complaint before him, I tell him my troubles
When my spirit grows faint within me, it is You who know my way
Jesus, You, are a refuge I need your strength throughout the day
Because the list goes on, buckle your seatbelt and the list goes on,
We’re late for the doctor, the list goes on, Where are the keys, I have to go potty,
And the list goes on, my husband needs a lunch, and the list goes on
The floor hollers scrub me, the list goes on
The dishes never end and the list goes on and on and on
The Bible says children are a blessing a reward from the Fathers hand
Eternal treasure given to us to train up in the Lord’s command
Be not weary in well doing, Commit your way unto the Lord
Life is fleeting like a vapor, very soon they will be gone
But the list still goes on, will you tie my shoe and the list goes on,
I should write my mother, the list goes on, I need to fold the clothes,
Will you wipe my nose and the list goes on ,
Will you zip my coat and the list goes on
What will I fix for dinner, the list goes on,
Her diaper is dirty, change me
And the list goes on, who wrote on the wall and the list goes on,
I think I might be pregnant, The list goes on,
Please pick up your toys, Don’t make so much noise, and the list goes on
The hamster has escaped, and the list goes on,
The bathroom has an odor, the list goes on
Mommy, he hit me, Sometimes I feel like a referee, and the list goes on
Can I have a drink and the list goes on,
A band aide for my owie, the list goes on.
Will you read to me, and on and on and on
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON,
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON,
GOD’S STRENGTH GOES ON!!!!!!!!!!!!
Annette Beasley gave me permission to put it on here for you to benefit from as well. If you would like to hear her sing it, the cassette “A Mother’s Heart” is free or if you prefer a CD the cost is $10! She is accompanied by guitar. Some of the songs are for your children and others for you! It is a great source of encouragement. Here is her link amothersheart@characterlink.net Annette is a mother of nine.
.I remember at one time wishing to change the words “I pour out my complaint before Him . . . ” Then I read them in Psalm 142:2 and 3, and I know so often it is truein my own life. I pour out my complaint, my spirit grows weak.. But Jesus is a refuge and I need His strength throughout the day!!!!
May you be blessed by Annette’s words as I am, and may God’s strength go on for you too!
The List Goes On
My toddler spilled his milk, the telephone is ringing.
My baby needs to nurse, someone’s at the door.
And the list goes on and the list goes on.
And the list goes on , and the list goes on
I cried to the Lord for mercy, Lord Jesus help me,
I pour out my complaint before him, I tell him my troubles
When my spirit grows faint within me, it is You who know my way
Jesus, You, are a refuge I need your strength throughout the day
Because the list goes on, buckle your seatbelt and the list goes on,
We’re late for the doctor, the list goes on, Where are the keys, I have to go potty,
And the list goes on, my husband needs a lunch, and the list goes on
The floor hollers scrub me, the list goes on
The dishes never end and the list goes on and on and on
The Bible says children are a blessing a reward from the Fathers hand
Eternal treasure given to us to train up in the Lord’s command
Be not weary in well doing, Commit your way unto the Lord
Life is fleeting like a vapor, very soon they will be gone
But the list still goes on, will you tie my shoe and the list goes on,
I should write my mother, the list goes on, I need to fold the clothes,
Will you wipe my nose and the list goes on ,
Will you zip my coat and the list goes on
What will I fix for dinner, the list goes on,
Her diaper is dirty, change me
And the list goes on, who wrote on the wall and the list goes on,
I think I might be pregnant, The list goes on,
Please pick up your toys, Don’t make so much noise, and the list goes on
The hamster has escaped, and the list goes on,
The bathroom has an odor, the list goes on
Mommy, he hit me, Sometimes I feel like a referee, and the list goes on
Can I have a drink and the list goes on,
A band aide for my owie, the list goes on.
Will you read to me, and on and on and on
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON,
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON
BUT GOD’S STRENTH GOES ON,
GOD’S STRENGTH GOES ON!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, November 14, 2005
Books for Sale From the Stauffers
If anyone is interested here is a picture of Judi's book. Cost is $6. If you are from MN there is a 40 cent tax. Postage is $1.86 (actual shipping cost) For multipule orders where the books are shipped together the shipping goes down quite a bit. This is the second printing. :) The first printing already got snatched up. (Actually, she had just printed out a few at first.)And while I am advertising . . . I should tell you that my father-in-law, Robert (B0b) Stauffer also has a book out called "A Father's Legacy" It's short stories from his life along with a fitting Bible verse. I am so glad to have this Godly heritage, these memories and lessons from his life recorded for us and our children and grandchildren. He has a frank, down-to-earth way of writing.
At the side bar on the left underneath my "About me" paragraph Japheth just added the "Email me" option. You can use that to contact me personally if you wish to order any of the above. :)
Have a day filled with God!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Judi's Stuff
My friend and sister-in-law Judi has blessed us with poetry from her experiences of life. She has been diagnosed with epilepsy. There are some other health issues which haven’t totally been figured out yet. Anyway, she recently compiled her writings into a booklet. Here are a few samples of her writings. (She often has things published in the CLP papers) Her walk with the Lord is sweet fellowship with Him. May you be blessed as you read these words from her heart.
Yet Will I Rejoice!
(Habakkuk 3:17,18)
Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
Neither shall the vines yield fruit.
The forests shall be barren,
The olive shall dry up from the root.
The stalls shall be empty-
No herd to dwell within.
All manner of man’s hopes shall die
And his dreams blow away with the wind . . .
Chorus:
YET WILL I REJOICE in the LORD!
He is still my God!
He is still in control!
He will never change!
YET WILL I REJOICE!
Although my dearest hopes are shattered
And life’s pleasures all flee away.
My companion may be sorrow
And my dreams may all die in a day.
My tears may be many
As disappointments abound.
I may not know which way to turn,
And the answer may never be found.
Just the Best . . .
‘Twas His love that charted the course
My tired wings now fly . . .
‘Twas His love that made the clouds
That I now pass by.
‘Twas Hid love that planned the rain
So the rainbow I could see.
And He’ll give nothing less than the best
Where it concerneth me!
BECAUSE OF THIS THORN . . .
(2Corinthians 12:7-10)
Because of this thorn I cling, Lord, to Thee,
Knowing ‘twas giv’n out of pure love for me.
It’s continual prick may cause my heart to bleed,
But I thank You that You, in love, saw my need.
Because of this thorn---it’s long and it’s sharp---
You’ve pierced the very center of my heart . . .
Cut to the quick with no heed to my cry,
Except to reassure me that You are still nigh.
Because of this thorn I now know Thy love,
And am glimpsing Thy ways above mine---FAR above.
Every time that I move, I can feel it’s sharp thrust,
Not to harm or destroy, but to build perfect trust.
Because of this thorn and the pain that I feel
I think more of heaven and know it will heel
All scars from the pruning my heart needed here,
Whether by trial, aloneness, or tears.
Because of this thorn---Lord, I thank You tonight
That what I am going through falls within Your sight.
All Your plans and Your purposes I may never know,
But above this sharp thorn a rose You will grow.
Taken from Judi Stauffer’s book “Yet Will I Rejoice!”
(Habakkuk 3:17,18)
Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
Neither shall the vines yield fruit.
The forests shall be barren,
The olive shall dry up from the root.
The stalls shall be empty-
No herd to dwell within.
All manner of man’s hopes shall die
And his dreams blow away with the wind . . .
Chorus:
YET WILL I REJOICE in the LORD!
He is still my God!
He is still in control!
He will never change!
YET WILL I REJOICE!
Although my dearest hopes are shattered
And life’s pleasures all flee away.
My companion may be sorrow
And my dreams may all die in a day.
My tears may be many
As disappointments abound.
I may not know which way to turn,
And the answer may never be found.
Just the Best . . .
‘Twas His love that charted the course
My tired wings now fly . . .
‘Twas His love that made the clouds
That I now pass by.
‘Twas Hid love that planned the rain
So the rainbow I could see.
And He’ll give nothing less than the best
Where it concerneth me!
BECAUSE OF THIS THORN . . .
(2Corinthians 12:7-10)
Because of this thorn I cling, Lord, to Thee,
Knowing ‘twas giv’n out of pure love for me.
It’s continual prick may cause my heart to bleed,
But I thank You that You, in love, saw my need.
Because of this thorn---it’s long and it’s sharp---
You’ve pierced the very center of my heart . . .
Cut to the quick with no heed to my cry,
Except to reassure me that You are still nigh.
Because of this thorn I now know Thy love,
And am glimpsing Thy ways above mine---FAR above.
Every time that I move, I can feel it’s sharp thrust,
Not to harm or destroy, but to build perfect trust.
Because of this thorn and the pain that I feel
I think more of heaven and know it will heel
All scars from the pruning my heart needed here,
Whether by trial, aloneness, or tears.
Because of this thorn---Lord, I thank You tonight
That what I am going through falls within Your sight.
All Your plans and Your purposes I may never know,
But above this sharp thorn a rose You will grow.
Taken from Judi Stauffer’s book “Yet Will I Rejoice!”
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