It's a beautiful rain now, the second day, but it's supposed to get nasty this afternoon. It's good that I have this day off and can do some jewelry-making to replenish items purchased Saturday at a craft fair. It was a beautiful sunny day and people were there in droves...a good day of sales...Yay!
I'm also working on a blanket for my newest grandbaby so I'll spend time on that as well. We'll probably HAVE to have lunch with my daughter's family...a tough job but somebody has to do it...another good day in Dixie.
There is so much ugly on this earth because of sin that I long for The Beautiful. Unfortunately, the ugly usually begins with me and my thoughts. Sin is insidious even to the believer and I long for escape. When I intentionally look for The Beautiful, God never fails to provide it. I'm so grateful for His goodness...even in the bad things.
Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the son of Man is?” and they said, “some say John the Baptist, but others Elijah, and still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets?” he said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
Jesus is still asking that question of us today. If we claim to be Christians, we are faced with answering, "You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God." just as Peter did. But will all Christians answer this way and mean it. I think our actions show who the "Living God" truly is to us even if our words declare the above statement. For whom do we sacrifice?
Who do we idolize? In whom do we put ALL our trust?
I appeal to you,brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought.
1 Corinthians 1:10
All was going well and Micah was loving his brother and Jonah was OK with it...
until the wrestling began. The way Jonah is growing, it won't be long until he'll take Micah down.
Bill was there to referee.
We had the Jackson bunch over for Easter lunch on Saturday. We're so thankful to have a child living close enough to easily share holidays.
I've been re-reading Bonhoeffer's writings on living in community with one another through a set of devotionals from biblegateway.com the past few weeks. One of the best ways to break up a community of believers is to gossip. We all love a good story, especially if it concerns one of the body of church members, but passing along information about another only causes rifts in relationships. If someone wants to pass along a juicy tidbit, maybe we could find something "urgent" to do instead and not make ourselves willing receivers.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Usually my "wicked ways" are there for all to observe and I don't have to challenge God to find them to accuse me. Because we are a selfish generation, it is always a good idea to check the mile markers to see if we're on the right path.
As the legend goes, the dogwood tree was used to make Jesus' cross. The tree was cursed by Jesus and was made to not grow strong after that. The flowers make a cross and on the end of each petal are red scars denoting the wounds Jesus bore. The center appears to be a crown of thorns like the one Jesus wore at his death. The story is a legend but every year when I see the Dogwood Tree, it reminds me of the suffering of my Lord...a beautiful reminder of a not so beautiful event.
When I saw the sky the other evening, I ran to get my camera. This is the prettiest time of the day for me and that night was not disappointing. I had been sick the past three days and not out of the house so this was a gift wrapped in pink, blue and purple.
It was good to see the dawn this morning and be able to unload the dishwasher and make my husband's two pitchers of tea, one decaf and one regular, make a small piece of toast and my own cup of tea this morning. After a sickly weekend, I'm ready for normal.
Thank you, God, for that tiny glimpse of sun this morning before the predicted rainy day. It was a gift.
...except my husband and daughter, if I would let her.
I'm rarely sick so when I am, I make the most of it, I guess.
I got a stomach virus in the wee hours of Saturday and still am not back to normal. My two year old grandson had it a couple of weeks ago and I think I have the same thing. Poor little guy wanted a drink and couldn't have one because it didn't stay down for about eight hours or so. My daughter gave him sips of water but he wanted milk...a no no in the sick world. I took my sips of water and was sorry. I even had to miss Sunday and playing for church which I haven't done very often in my career as a church organist. I found this photo and it hit home as it is green and is what I have been viewing through sleepy eyes for the past two days. At least I'm vertical now. I hate being sick!
O come, let us worship and bow down, let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker! For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
I'm thanking God for my family today. We got to see everyone this week. Now we're home and visiting with more family...so grateful for a safe trip though it was delayed 1 1/2 hours because of a bad wreck. Detours sometimes are not that bad considering the alternatives.