A bloggy place to think out loud. "Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
30 December 2013
363/365
Some argue against infant baptism on the grounds that the children do not understand at the time what is happening. (This is true. Neither did Abraham's son Isaac understand what was happening when he was circumcised being eight days old.) But this, if anything, makes baptism more wonderful and sure in meaning. For it is a seal, not of man's ability, but of God's power and faithfulness.
- C.I. Williamson, The Westminster Shorter Catechism
And great is His faithfulness.
- C.I. Williamson, The Westminster Shorter Catechism
And great is His faithfulness.
362/365
All that delights you in earthly things can never satisfy you for all of your desires are in God. The comforts you have here are only drops inflaming, not satisfying the appetites of your soul, but the Lamb will lead you to the fountains of living water.
- John Flavel (1628-1691)
- John Flavel (1628-1691)
360/365
His wife was Rainbow and his kids were Pray-ness, Niceness and Church.
And he told me I married Thunder.
Everyone should play Life with a very creative 5 year old every once in a while.
And he told me I married Thunder.
Everyone should play Life with a very creative 5 year old every once in a while.
25 December 2013
Gift of Gifts
O Source of all Good,
What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts,
thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the heart's grasp.
Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like Him.
Herein is love;
when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself.
Herein is power;
when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart
he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreate and the created.
Herein is wisdom;
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recovery,
he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me.
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and
enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father,
place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my redeemer's face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin;
let me with Simeon clasp the new-born Child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his.
In him Thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more.
from The Valley of Vision edited by Arthur Bennett.
What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts,
thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the heart's grasp.
Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like Him.
Herein is love;
when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself.
Herein is power;
when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart
he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreate and the created.
Herein is wisdom;
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recovery,
he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me.
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and
enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father,
place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my redeemer's face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin;
let me with Simeon clasp the new-born Child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his.
In him Thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more.
from The Valley of Vision edited by Arthur Bennett.
dpp 24 or 358/365
She will bear a son and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.
Matthew 1:21
The story of Jesus,
of how,
of why,
of the Gospel story.
So thankful that is enough to bring joy to my heart tonight.
Matthew 1:21
The story of Jesus,
of how,
of why,
of the Gospel story.
So thankful that is enough to bring joy to my heart tonight.
dpp 23 or 357/365
...catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world...
- The Beach Boys
so maybe THAT's how Santa gets to the North Pole..
- The Beach Boys
so maybe THAT's how Santa gets to the North Pole..
23 December 2013
dpp 22 or 356/365
A 15 year tradition- Ornament Exchange and Virtual Opening party with my Summermom friends.
and this year's loot!
and this year's loot!
Labels:
365 in 2013,
Christmas,
DPP,
friends,
my favorite things
21 December 2013
Ellis Island
One day I will take the boat to Ellis Island.
I will walk the pier and enter the station.
I will see the stacks of abandoned steamer trunks,
the rejection papers under glass,
the black and white photos of the mustachioed men
in their bowler hats, and the women with their parasols.
I will walk the pier and enter the station.
I will see the stacks of abandoned steamer trunks,
the rejection papers under glass,
the black and white photos of the mustachioed men
in their bowler hats, and the women with their parasols.
I will study their eyes,
looking for hints of their hope,
their fear, and their desperation.
I will try to imagine them standing on that same floor,
not browsing a museum,
but looking for a new world.
looking for hints of their hope,
their fear, and their desperation.
I will try to imagine them standing on that same floor,
not browsing a museum,
but looking for a new world.
I will climb the Separation Stairs
and I will consider Jesus’ parable of the sheep and the goats.
I will think about what it means
to be a citizen of a Kingdom
I must leave everything to enter.
And then I will understand
that I, too, am an immigrant.
and I will consider Jesus’ parable of the sheep and the goats.
I will think about what it means
to be a citizen of a Kingdom
I must leave everything to enter.
And then I will understand
that I, too, am an immigrant.
(posted in The Rabbit Room blog, 17December2013)
(photo taken during my own visit to Ellis Island, in July 2010)
20 December 2013
dpp 20 or 354/365
happy birthday Jesus party.
(with kids that cause me to smile widely and ladies that serve as unto our King himself.)
(with kids that cause me to smile widely and ladies that serve as unto our King himself.)
18 December 2013
dpp 18 or 352/365
chicken soup, noodle casserole, platter of cookies, big box of chocolates and flowers.
abundantly blessed.
abundantly blessed.
16 December 2013
dpp 15 or 349/365
but how could we be in San Antonio and NOT take a photo of the Alamo?
we navigated the one-ways and waited on pedestrians and dodged police cars and trailed trolley buses and pulled over just long enough to get one shot.
(ignoring the tourists who might have thought we were snapping them, cropping out the trash can in the way...)
LOVE the inspiration the December Photo Project provides!
we navigated the one-ways and waited on pedestrians and dodged police cars and trailed trolley buses and pulled over just long enough to get one shot.
(ignoring the tourists who might have thought we were snapping them, cropping out the trash can in the way...)
LOVE the inspiration the December Photo Project provides!
12 December 2013
dpp 11 or 345/365
One short evening at Casa Hogar de San Francisco, an orphanage in Reynosa, Tamaulipas, MX.
This picture was taken during the mad chaotic frenzied scrambled to grab candy after the pinata first began to give up its candy stores...
I love this picture.
The color.
The action.
The faces.
I think I took this picture, but I didn't take many photos last night. The kids took most of them- aiming sometimes aimlessly at their friends.The entire album causes me to smile. Last night we were reminded of how the Greatest Gift of Christmas, Jesus himself, continues to gift us. And last night the truth of ministry revealed itself once again- we are blessed to be a blessing.
To see some of the photos of Posada y Pinata, click here...
This picture was taken during the mad chaotic frenzied scrambled to grab candy after the pinata first began to give up its candy stores...
I love this picture.
The color.
The action.
The faces.
I think I took this picture, but I didn't take many photos last night. The kids took most of them- aiming sometimes aimlessly at their friends.The entire album causes me to smile. Last night we were reminded of how the Greatest Gift of Christmas, Jesus himself, continues to gift us. And last night the truth of ministry revealed itself once again- we are blessed to be a blessing.
To see some of the photos of Posada y Pinata, click here...
Posada y pinatas en Casa Hogar de San Francisco Dec 2013 |
11 December 2013
09 December 2013
08 December 2013
07 December 2013
04 December 2013
03 December 2013
DPP2013 1 or 335/365
dpp 1- thankful for girls who insist on getting out & setting up Christmas nativities on December 1.
327/365
Thankful for these girls, and their creative spirit (and that she didn't spell Creations with a "K").
326/365
we raced the storm home and arrived just before it did, falling temperatures, gusty winds, lightning flashes, sheets of rain. Winter storm warning, indeed.
321/365
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone from the first to the last
Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
- from Thy Mercy, My God by John Stoker (c. 1776)
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone from the first to the last
Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
- from Thy Mercy, My God by John Stoker (c. 1776)
320/365
the Saturday that began before dawn and ended after dark, but it was Be Still My Soul that echoed through my head the entire time.
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