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34 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.

Today begins my birthday week.  Every day that I awake, I have a reason to be thankful.  With each breath taken, with or without difficulty, I am grateful.  In the grand scheme of things, God cares about me so much that He touches and wakes me up everyday, for these 50+ years.

Grateful I am to serve in His vineyard, delighted to do as He bids. With joy, I thank God for this hour, this day and this week in which He gave me life!

Making His praise glorious!


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Banana bread loaves from above.

Banana bread loaves from above. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Romans 5:3-4 (NIV)

3 Not only so, but we[a] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.

My father-in-law is coming for a visit and like Martha, I wanted everything to be just right.

The house received  a much-needed, Fall cleaning, dust bunnies banished, clutter cleared. As I sat waiting and knitting I thought some apple oatmeal raisin bread would make for a nice welcome! So I got to work grating apples and pulling everything together. The preparation got so good to me I decided to make banana nut bread too!

The house smelled amazing! The loaves perfect in every way! There are no pictures. All good cooks sample their food and sample it we did and it was declared,delicious!  I wrapped the loaves and put them in the sealed cake saver, believing them safe.

In the morning I awoke with my mouth propped up to have a healthy slice with my coffee but when I went to grab the cake saver,  both loaves were invaded by ants. Crestfallen, the loaves were dumped and invaders immediately and successfully dispatched.

Sin has a way of creeping in and overtaking our lives even when we do all that we know to be right to protect and cover ourselves.  I can bake more bread and plan to, as soon as this evening!  This lesson taught me that the protection of life and bread can only come from the permeating covering of the Blood of Jesus!

Making His praise glorious!


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Psalm 116:16 (NIV)

16 Truly I am your servant, Lord;  I serve you just as my mother did; you have freed me from my chains.

I had the pleasure of being the “surprise” gift at my Mom’s 70th birthday dinner.   Understand this, I speak with my mother and daughter every single day and keeping a secret of this magnitude from both of them was incredibly difficult.

My sister, an incredible planner, had everything planned to the minute but as is often the case, things did not go exactly according to plan.  As so often happens in life, we plan and arrange and orchestrate everything down to the smallest detail, yet God often steps in and with a slight nudge changes our simple plan into something extraordinary.

I planned to take pictures to capture the faces of my mother and daughter but it was difficult to do so when all I wanted to do was hold and hug all of the loved ones I had not seen in many months.  That entire weekend was all about celebrating the life of our wonderful mother, grandmother and friend.  Mommy, a true giver,  was able to listen and receive as the attendees showered her with flowery bouquets of words typically reserved for the end of a life, when the impact hits the hearts of the remaining family members.  I was awed hearing the many ways she continually touches lives. The hugs shared, advice given but most of all the elegance and grace exhibited as a woman who loves the Lord quietly, gently and consistently.

Striving to be a woman of God I am honored to have been raised by such and awesome, grace-filled woman.  Lord, I thank you for the precious gift of celebrating my mother’s life and having her as an example of a life lived for You!
Making His praise glorious!



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The Holy Spirit depicted as a dove, surrounded...

What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. Matthew 10:27 (NIV)

There have been no words from my Dad during the last four weeks as he lay in ICU fighting for his life. The only sounds heard were the beeps, chirps and occasional alarms of the machines connected to and sustaining him. While I was at the hospital, I held, kissed and rubbed his hands.  In the wee, still and dark hours of the morning I babbled on about how much I love him, reading devotionals and the Bible to him. In that cold hospital room I sang, prayed and worshipped God with my Daddy. I chuckle now as I recall reading to him  using voices much like he had done when reading “Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories” to us when we were little.

Believing and claiming again the promises of God read during my life, the news of Dad being more alert and trying to talk did not come as a surprise, a miracle, yes but not a surprise. I delighted in the relaying of his whispered responses to questions. The Holy Spirit does not scream at us. It is that still small voice that confirms, comforts and guides us, so to me whispers are wonderful. Today I am quietly rejoicing for the whispered words of a man who I know is fighting to get better so that he can once again give the glory of his healing to God!

Making His praise glorious!


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