31/03/2010 § 4 Comments
Today I walked around the house and took some quick pics of places and things that have been cold and dormant. After some labor of constructing…
these barren places will be ready for life to spring forth! Then, I’ll have to keep it watered. Yep, maintenance. Not a strong point of mine. I am endeavoring to make this year, a year of change. Just like dirt starts out cracked, dry and lifeless but can be watered and revived to produce wonderful fruit, I am hoping my life will be like that this year.
I can not even begin to express how excited that makes my heart (not necessarily the watering part)! There’s nothing like good, honest labor and taking care of the blessings the Lord has given us. It’s so satisfying and the rewards are well worth waiting for and the effort put into them.
How do your gardens grow? Do you have patches of earth awakening and waiting for life to be given to them? Are you perfectly content with not being a ‘green thumb’? What’s your ‘cup of tea’ when it comes to plants and gardening?
28/03/2010 § 1 Comment
(This video is somewhat graphic in nature. The images are used from the movie ‘The Passion of the Christ’ and I neither endorse nor denounce it. I chose this because I feel we shouldn’t hide nor be ignorant from the reality of the suffering Jesus Christ bore on our behalf. It was real. It should move and effect us deeply. ~traci)
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn.
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for Thee.
26/03/2010 § 2 Comments
It never fails. I always tear up. Sometimes silently, deeply, I weep. When I hear the words, it seems so surreal. Each and every time. You’d think after all these years and after all the sermons and conversations I’ve heard and had the story would get ‘old’. It hasn’t, and I hope it never will.
Like the sunrise in the morning and its setting in the evening it awakens me and reminds me to rest. The reality of its truth is mind boggling, yet, the power of its message is my comfort. There’s nothing else I can think of that touches my heart quite like it. At times, I can barely believe it’s real, though I know, that I know, that I know, THAT I KNOW it has to be, else, there would be no me.
A simple carpenter’s son was betrayed to the local religious authorities. With a kiss. By a dear, close friend. He was falsely accused, mocked, sentenced to death. Brutally beaten, he no longer resembled a man. His blood dripping, his flesh torn. He bore the weight of a cross beam down a long, rock strewn road riddled with scorners throwing out shame and hurling curses like candy at a parade. An innocent man, they crucified him, nailing his hands and feet to a wooden beam that day, at the place of the skull. For you. For me. For humankind. He breathed every breath, to the last. For us.
…to be continued…
19/03/2010 § 2 Comments
Revive my slumbering soul, O Lord, with the sound of Your gentle whisper.
Refresh my weak and weary spirit, O God, with the power of Your Holy one.
Restore my aching body, O Healer, with the bruises of Your very own.
Renew my innermost parts, O Father, with the sweetness of Your tender mercies.
Rekindle my heart’s flame, O Great Jehovah, with the fire of Your passion.
O, Precious Jesus, meet me at the Cross.
Most Humbly Yours,
12/03/2010 § 3 Comments