"Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed.Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness . . . " Lam 3:23
Good Morning to all my friends out there . . .
God is so good to each of us . . . sometimes this feels so much like a one-sided thing and that's ok. But today, please, tell me how God has been there for you . . . I so long to know, to hear how my Awesome God did another great thing be it little or big in our minds. I LOVE to hear stories about God, that are in the here and now, that are in my life and yours . . . That glorify His name . . . That tell of His might . . .
God is so good to each of us . . . sometimes this feels so much like a one-sided thing and that's ok. But today, please, tell me how God has been there for you . . . I so long to know, to hear how my Awesome God did another great thing be it little or big in our minds. I LOVE to hear stories about God, that are in the here and now, that are in my life and yours . . . That glorify His name . . . That tell of His might . . .
"It is good to give thanks to the Lord.
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High!
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning
And Your FAITHFULNESS every night!
. . . For You, O Lord, have made me glad through Your work;
I will triumph in the works of Your hands!" - Psalm 92:1-4
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High!
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning
And Your FAITHFULNESS every night!
. . . For You, O Lord, have made me glad through Your work;
I will triumph in the works of Your hands!" - Psalm 92:1-4
Do you need more prompting?
"Sing out the honor of His name;
Make His praise glorious . . ." Psalm 66:2
"Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear . . . "
Make His praise glorious . . ." Psalm 66:2
"Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear . . . "
4 comments:
Good idea, Aimee! One time that comes to mind is the day 10 years ago when I was in the waiting room at Lancaster General Hospital. Dick was having a procedure to determine what was in his hip that was causing him so much pain. The doctor came out and gave me the news that he had removed a malignant tumor. They needed to do more tests to determine what type of cancer it was. When the tears came, I felt like I would never stop crying. I called our dads and the secretary at school, and I could barely talk. I went to the pharmacy on the lower level of the hospital to fill a precription for Dick, and as I waited I felt like I was in a tunnel that I could not back out of. How could our family survive without him? How could we even survive with him sick?? As I continued to wait until I could go see him, a gradual peace came over me. I was even able to do lesson plans for school. I thought, "How crazy is this? I was just told my husband has cancer, and here I sit doing lesson plans for school!" It then occured to me that each phone call I made probably generated many more phone calls, and people had begun to pray. Through their prayers God was lifting me up above the shadows of fear and doubt, and He was carrying me in His arms. He has continued to do just that for these 10 years, even with the recent diagnosis of lymphoma for the third time. He has proven to be faithful.
So many times...but this one pops into my head because I was just reading back to last year in my prayer journal: It was about a year ago, and I went for a walk and wasn't feeling very cheery or very "special", and I know it was all selfishness, but it was "one of those days". I told God exactly how I was feeling, I poured out my heart of my dreams and my desires and gave them all to Him to do what He wanted with them, I was honest and didn't try to hide anything or go on and pretend I had everything figured out. . .I just told Him my longings. All of a sudden it was like everything came into focus: The bright blue sky, and the colors of the trees and the grass, and the brilliance of a few daisies that I had picked, and I thought "How beautiful!" at that moment it was just like God came and gave me a hug. "See these flowers and this beautiful day? It's all for you. . just because I love you. You are SO special to me!" And I felt SO special!
It was so simple, but I felt such love. I never forgot that moment.
Yes, it's important to share praises to our God with others! Truly how great are His mercies to us each day in so many little ways! I realized that againg this morning when I drove into the parking lot of our local Super Walmart and started looking for a parking spot. It's been very damp lately and my arthritis is very painful, so I just sort of thought to myself, not even a conscious prayer, "If only there is a parking spot close to the doors!" Just as I drove slowly down the row, ahead of me, in the very first spot, closest to the building, the car backed out and I drove right in. "Thank you, Lord!" I felt so blessed that He cares about even the little things like close parking spaces when I need them! PTL!
I had a birthday this month, and it was just a special day... phone calls, kind gestures and little gifts; Burton took me out to lunch and a friend made supper. As I was getting ready to go for lunch, my aunt called from Sarasota and we had a wonderful little talk. After I got off the phone, it just hit me; this is how God feels about me all the time! He loves me! He thinks I'm special! Not just on my birthday, but always! It just filled my heart with joy to realize this in a fresh way. He does show us in so many ways that he loves us. Keep writing, Aimee!
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