Let us all shout out and sing
Let bells of God’s majesty ring,
As we find comfort under His wing,
We worship our Lord and our glorious King.
As Darlene Zschech says in her song “Shout to the Lord”, there is non like Him!
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By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com.
I received this in an email from my friend Lyn Pelton. I wanted to share this worth-reading beautiful story with you!
A Father, a Daughter – A true story by Catherine Moore
“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?”
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle.
“I saw the car, Dad . Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving..”
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Continue reading
I sat on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest much like a child would sit. God was sitting next to me, with his arm around my right shoulder. My other shoulder was tucked in the crook under his arm. My head rested on his chest.
We sat like that together for a very long time. I had the reasoning of an adult, but felt completely protected and cherished, as a child should feel in the arms of a loving daddy.
I wanted to stay there forever and feared breaking the moment, but I just had to ask.
“God, how can You stand it? All the rejection, from people all around the world?”
“Everyone doesn’t reject Me,” He said, “you didn’t.”
“But, there have been so many people throughout time. Millions and millions!” Continue reading
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
Give me Jesus Continue reading
I have been a prodigal. Saved at the age of 19, but without further mentoring or Bible studies, I tried to be a follower of Christ on my own.
I continued recklessly living my life, making poor choices as I had before. On a rebound from a hurtful breakup, I became pregnant at 22. The responsibility of a baby, straightened my life, but I had a ways to go.
I did not want my daughter to grow up like me, never knowing what her father looked like, so I worked at keeping a relationship with her father. Apparently, I worked too hard, I became pregnant again when she was eight months old.
We got married, but deep in my heart I knew it was a mistake. I had the naïve notion everything would work out once he saw what a good wife I could be. Immediately after our marriage, my gut feelings were confirmed. I made a horrible mistake. Continue reading
Though I can honestly say I rarely run out of a topics to write about, I was not sure what to write about today. I looked at my list and this story stood out.
As I have mentioned before, my life has bounced from one tragedy to another since childhood, to the point at times all I had left to hang on to has been my faith in the living God. And that, by the skin of my teeth.
What I am about to share is an odd story, perhaps some will even doubt my sanity, but as God is my witness, it is as real as I am sitting before my keyboard today.
After all, isn’t our God the God of the impossible, the unexplainable?
I decided to do something fun and dedicate this song I wrote to the tune of “On The Road Again” by Willie Nelson, to my husband.
Deran is a good guy, and though he really hates yard work, he gets out there and does it. He and I, both being firstborns and mighty stubborn-to-boot, butt-heads periodically, but I am thankful God placed him in my life. We have had a rocky road to hoe, but after almost nine years, I am blessed to say that Deran is now the husband I thought he would be when I married him.
I also thank God for His grace and mercy on our marriage.
Well, here is the song. Enjoy Deran! Continue reading
Filed under Everydayliving, Gottalaugh, Just for Fun, Poetry
Chronic pain is the pits! I say this because for over thirty years I have lived with it.
I have back pain from an on the job injury, and neck pain from too many rear-ender whiplashes. The neck injury causes my neck to sometimes feel like I have a vice-grip on it for hours on end or like I have an icepick stuck into my skull near the atlas. I get frequent headaches and at times debilitating migraines that not only rob my days, but take me at least one day to recover from afterwards.
Eight years ago, due to unfortunate circumstances, the back pain became much worse. Since then, my life has been measured, as chronic pain dictates my days.
For example: I can only stand for a very short period of time. Just the act of prolonged standing causes my back to throb. Though walking actually soothes my back.
Filed under Inner Sruggles and Heartache, Life with Chronic Pain
TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR*
Give me the eyes of a child, Oh Lord
Fill my inner being with wonder and amazement
Restore this wounded and broken spirit
Replenish my soul to the time of my birth Continue reading
Filed under In a Kids World, Poetry, Seeds of Inspirations
It was February of 2013, when I stepped out as a novice blogger. I was nervous to put my “stuff” out there as much of it is delicate and painful. I feared somehow it would come back to bite me in the rear. I took a risk and became a blogger and to date have never been sorry. I have “met,” laughed with, shed tears with, resonated with, and admired wonderful friends I continue to cherish. Many of them share from vulnerable places of their hearts making them even more dear to me.
This was my original post back in February. I don’t think it got much notice with it being my first. I am sharing it again today as I believe it has an important message at the end. There are countless, desperately hurting people, deeply needing and desiring help who fall under our radars. Continue reading
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