"The facts of life aren't always black and white, But when it's all said and done, at the end of the day, I'm trusting God to guide me through the gray." John Reuben

Friday, January 20, 2012

A Sight to See




White covered trees
standing out against the pale gray sky.
What a sight to see when one is awakening.

Sipping coffee.
Watching as the sun rises over the hill.
What a sight to see when one is awakening.

Second cup.
The sun glistening off the white covered trees.
What a sight to see when one is awakening.

Grabbing camera.
Brilliant blue sky causing awe.
What a sight to see when one is awakening.

Seeing
the Glory of God being displayed. 
What a sight to see when one is awakening.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Deborah's Song

I never realized how poetic Deborah's song is! I just had to share it!

 
 “That the leaders took the lead in Israel,
that the people offered themselves willingly,
bless the Lord!
 “Hear, O kings; give ear, O princes;
to the Lord I will sing;
I will make melody to the Lord, the God of Israel.
“Lord, when you went out from Seir,
when you marched from the region of Edom,
the earth trembled
and the heavens dropped,
yes, the clouds dropped water.
The mountains quaked before the Lord,
even Sinai before the Lord, the God of Israel.
“In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath,
in the days of Jael, the highways were abandoned,
and travelers kept to the byways.
 The villagers ceased in Israel;
they ceased to be until I arose;
I, Deborah, arose as a mother in Israel.
When new gods were chosen,
then war was in the gates.
Was shield or spear to be seen
among forty thousand in Israel? 
My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel
who offered themselves willingly among the people.
Bless the Lord.
“Tell of it, you who ride on white donkeys,
you who sit on rich carpets
and you who walk by the way.
To the sound of musicians at the watering places,
there they repeat the righteous triumphs of the Lord,
the righteous triumphs of his villagers in Israel.
“Then down to the gates marched the people of the Lord.
“Awake, awake, Deborah!
Awake, awake, break out in a song!
Arise, Barak, lead away your captives,
O son of Abinoam.
Then down marched the remnant of the noble;
the people of the Lord marched down for me against the mighty. 
From Ephraim their root they marched down into the valley,
following you, Benjamin, with your kinsmen;
from Machir marched down the commanders,
and from Zebulun those who bear the lieutenant's staff;
the princes of Issachar came with Deborah,
and Issachar faithful to Barak;
into the valley they rushed at his heels.
Among the clans of Reuben
there were great searchings of heart.
Why did you sit still among the sheepfolds,
to hear the whistling for the flocks?
Among the clans of Reuben
there were great searchings of heart.
Gilead stayed beyond the Jordan;
and Dan, why did he stay with the ships?
Asher sat still at the coast of the sea,
staying by his landings.
Zebulun is a people who risked their lives to the death;
Naphtali, too, on the heights of the field.
“The kings came, they fought;
then fought the kings of Canaan,
at Taanach, by the waters of Megiddo;
they got no spoils of silver.
From heaven the stars fought,
from their courses they fought against Sisera.
The torrent Kishon swept them away,
the ancient torrent, the torrent Kishon.
March on, my soul, with might!
“Then loud beat the horses' hoofs
with the galloping, galloping of his steeds.
“Curse Meroz, says the angel of the Lord,
curse its inhabitants thoroughly,
because they did not come to the help of the Lord,
to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
“Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
of tent-dwelling women most blessed.
He asked for water and she gave him milk;
she brought him curds in a noble's bowl.
She sent her hand to the tent peg
and her right hand to the workmen's mallet;
she struck Sisera;
she crushed his head;
she shattered and pierced his temple.
Between her feet
he sank, he fell, he lay still;
between her feet
he sank, he fell;
where he sank,
there he fell—dead.
“Out of the window she peered,
the mother of Sisera wailed through the lattice:
‘Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why tarry the hoofbeats of his chariots?’
Her wisest princesses answer,
indeed, she answers herself,
‘Have they not found and divided the spoil?—
A womb or two for every man;
spoil of dyed materials for Sisera,
spoil of dyed materials embroidered,
two pieces of dyed work embroidered for the neck as spoil?’
“So may all your enemies perish, O Lord!
But your friends be like the sun as he rises in his might.”

Monday, January 9, 2012

God's Great Salvation

I heard this sermon last night at Second Parish in Portland, ME.
I liked it so much I just had to share it!

God's Great Salvation. Deborah's Song.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Corrie's Art

If any of you have a facebook and haven't already, would you mind "liking" my friends page?
She is a great artist! Thanks so much!


 Here's the link:

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Christmas








I had a wonderful Christmas! And I was very blessed to be able to spend it with my family in PA!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

My mom

I would like to wish my mom, a very Happy Birthday!
Its truly a blessing to have such a godly mother, who cares so much about our family living solely for Christ.

So, thank you very much for everything you do and for just being you. I love you so much!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Who Are We?

Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Have you ever in your life commanded the morning?
Have the gates of death been revealed to you?
Have you understood the expanse of the earth?
Have you entered the storehouses of the snow?
Can you lead forth a constellation in its season?
Do you know the ordinances of the heavens?
Can you send forth lightnings?
Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty?

These are just a few of the many questions God asked Job.

Job answered the Lord and said, " Behold, I am insignificant; what can I reply to Thee? I lay my hand on my mouth."

Do we annul God's judgment? Do we condemn God that we may be justified? Job 40:8

I have recently been reminded about these passages in Job, and I have to question myself and say, "Have I complained against the Most High God?" Who am I that I think I know better than he does.

What do we complain about, that we think nothing of? The small things in life, maybe? The weather? The temperature in the house? The food wasn't cooked right? Where you are and wishing you could be somewhere else?  Those are just a few things, and there are tons more.

God has been here since the world began and I think He knows what is best for His children. I personally, need to trust in that more.