"Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob.
He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths." Isaiah 2:3
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Yesterday morning I walked outside in my yard. After all the rain we have had, the sky was absolutely beautiful. I think I was even more appreciative of the sun because of all the overcast and gloomy days we have seen this month. As I looked at the day I thought about how precious days like these are-there seem to be so few. It made me think of a passage in Lamentations. Life can be very difficult, even bitter at times. The worry-free seasons are few. It is comforting to read that throughout time others have had similiar experiences. Here is the passage from Lamentations that came to mind:
"I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is. So I say, "My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord.
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
My husband has made several birdhouses this spring and placed them throughout our yard. Some are in trees. Other houses are attached to poles. Almost all are now occupied. This afternoon my son and I heard several occupants in a nearby tree. Upon closer observation we spied four baby birds. They would appear every time my son whistled. This was quite a scene and it attracted several of our neighbors with a few running to get their cameras. How appropriate for the upcoming celebration.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
In the world it is called tolerance, but in hell it is called despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die. -Dorothy L. Sayers