Monday, September 30, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Monday Musing - 9/23/13
As Christians, we can laugh at death. For us death is not the joyless end of our lives; but it's the beginning of endless joy!
-Barbara Johnson
The only legacy worth anything is our footprints for them to follow...right up to God's throne. In the light of eternity, nothing else matters.
-Barbara Johnson
-Barbara Johnson
The only legacy worth anything is our footprints for them to follow...right up to God's throne. In the light of eternity, nothing else matters.
-Barbara Johnson
Monday, September 16, 2013
Monday Musing - 9/16/13
Above All
Above all powers
Above all things
Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
You were here before the world began
Chorus
Crucified
Laid behind the stone
You lived to die
Rejected and alone
Like a rose trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all
Above all things
Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
You were here before the world began
Chorus
Crucified
Laid behind the stone
You lived to die
Rejected and alone
Like a rose trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all
Above all kingdoms
Above all thrones
Above all wonders the world has ever known
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth
There's no way to measure what You're worth
Above all thrones
Above all wonders the world has ever known
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth
There's no way to measure what You're worth
-Paul Baloche and Lenny Leblanc
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9/11 - 12 years later
*Photo Credit |
September 11th was a day that my generation and the generations before me will never forget. But yet, on a daily basis, it has been forgotten. That day, 12 years ago, was not a day that our country fell apart. Instead, it was a day that the country stood together. We stood in faith and the communities gathered around each other. We held each other up. One of the most memorable quotes from that day was, "United we stand, divided we fall". We believed this, so we stood together, we stood united. I believe that statement is the same today as it was 12 years ago. We need to stand together and support each other.
President Bush's Speech
*photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/savethedave/380610010/">savethedave</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photo pin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">cc</a>
***This is a post that I'm reporting from last year. My thoughts are the same and we will always remember.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Monday Musing - 9/9/13
"Where did you come from baby dear?"
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of everywhere into the here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I came by.
How they all just come to be you?
God thought about me and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, so I am here.
-George MacDonald
Monday, September 2, 2013
Monday Musing - 9/2/13
The Months
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasants,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasants,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
-Sara Coleridge
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