On God's Shoulders

Just an amazing song that's been in my head for the past few weeks.

The chorus is below..in case you feel the need to sing along,..

My help comes from You
You're right here, pulling me through
You carry my weakness, my sickness, my brokenness all on Your shoulders 
Your shoulders
My help comes from You
You are my rest, my rescue
I don't have to see to believe that You're lifting me up on Your shoulders 
Your shoulders

Alone, Yet Not Alone.

Isn't it amazing that we have such an amazing savior.

We may think that when the hard times come God isn't there.

But, that is exactly when he holds us closest. 

God is always beside us no matter what we are going through.

Joni Erickson Tada is an amazing singer as shown by this beautiful song. 

She is a quadriplegic and has quite a story...wonderful in fact. 

A short bio: http://www.joniandfriends.org/jonis-corner/jonis-bio/

Her book is the best reference though:  Joni: An Unforgettable Story

The Christmas Glow..

the glittering white snow,

the snow covered trees,

the crisp biting wind,

the peace, the joy, the laughter,

the simple story of the first Christmas

that is the Christmas glow. 

Mary Lathrop - "A Woman's Answer to a Man's Question"

"Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing 

Ever made by the hand above--

A woman's heart, and a woman's life

And a woman's wonderful love?

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing

As a child might ask for a toy,

Demanding what others have died to win,

With the reckless dash of a boy?

You have written my lesson of duty out,

Man-like you have questioned me;

Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul

Until I shall question thee.

You require your mutton shall always be hot,

Your socks and your shirt be whole;

I require your heart to be true as God's stars,

And as pure as heaven your soul.

You require a cook for your mutton and beef;

I require a far better thing.

A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts;

I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called home,

And a man that the maker, God,

Shall look upon as he did the first

And say, "It is very good."

I am fair and young, but the rose will fade

From my soft, young cheek one day,

Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves,

As you did 'mid the bloom of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,

I may launch my all on its tide?

A loving woman finds heaven or hell

On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,

All things that a man should be;

If you give all this, I would stake my life

To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot do this -- a laundress and cook

You can hire, with little to pay,

But a woman's heart and a woman's life

Are not to be won that way."

 

I read this a while ago in a book by Joshua Harris and came upon it again the other day. Just thought it was a wonderful poem for all! 

Flag Day ~ June 14, 2012

  

The Star Spangled Banner  By: Francis Scott Key (1814)

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! Oh! Thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

  

     I didn't get to post anything yesterday, but I don't want to forget to post something for flag day (which was yesterday). Usually I only hear the first verse or so when someone sings the national anthem, but I decided to post all four verses. We have the full song in our church hymn book because we do sing the national anthem the Sunday after the 4th of July. We should all keep praying for our nation, for we all need prayer!

Imperfection.

"Practice makes perfect" is a thing I was told a lot when I was growing up, especially when I was busy preparing for a performance with my violin. I hated when people said that and I would always say: "It will never be perfect!" (probably walking away as I said it..). Sometimes I wish that I could help solve everyone's problems, but I know that can never be done. I'm not perfect and I know that I lack the perfection in order to do that. But I still wish...especially when the person is hurting.

Below is a poem I saw on the internet a few days ago I love the ending, it's so true! 

A Perfect Christian

You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.

He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.

With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.

He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.

She’d lift up everyone,

Full of sweet compassion,
Free of worldly wants,
Ignoring worldly fashion.

But we can’t ever be perfect,

So we always need to pray
for the strength to do our best
to love God and obey.

By Joanna Fuchs